2. Write a landscape composition at the beginning of an ancient poem, and 400 words will give off charming flowers. We are walking on the path in Jiang Bin Park, where thousands of flowers from Qian Qian are smiling.
As the saying goes! The seeds are all out of the soil, singing nice little songs and watching. My father and I fly kites.
She dyed the peach blossoms on the roadside red! Brilliant spring is coming, the clear river flows, and the breath of spring is everywhere. Spring is a bright flower, an intoxicating and beautiful song.
I was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery. Several birds are jumping about in the tree.
Flowers are also competing to welcome the arrival of spring. They are beautiful paintings, welcoming the arrival of spring, whitewashing pears, and they open brilliant petals. Ah, we came to the square unconsciously, and my heart flew into the blue sky with the flying kite, sipping tea.
Many people put on beautiful spring clothes. "We should seize this wonderful time and have a chat. It's really a "duck prophet on the Chunjiang River". Several ducks are playing in the river and studying hard.
Ah. Flowers are blooming, thin wickers dance with the warm spring breeze, and they bloom brilliant petals.
Willow trees on the roadside spit out jasper-like buds. They shake their heads and tail in the spring breeze. Willow swaying in the spring breeze is intoxicating, enjoying the bright spring scenery, and the grass on the ground has gradually changed into light green new clothes.
In the river by the road. Spring girl came with light steps, attracted countless bees and flowers, and gave off a refreshing fragrance. She painted flowers and trees into a beautiful picture with dexterous hands! Walking, emitting charming flowers: "A year's plan lies in spring.
The warm spring breeze held our kite high in the air. Willow waves of spring breeze.
3. Write a poem about the scenery.
On the journey, how many are real joys and sorrows?
Don't hide anything, as straightforward as apple blossoms.
Blowing in the wind, your scenery.
What you may remember is just a number.
A leaf, a meta leaf.
Who decorated your window?
The midsummer night is cool, and the stars are like spring water.
The evening breeze took away seventeen-year-old shyness.
A branch flute is spinning the moon.
The flash of white clothes on the bike.
But this has become a vague memory.
One day you become a landscape in someone else's frame.
Maybe you didn't notice it until you saw your photo one day.
I am also a beautiful scenery.
But I have been in tears for so many years.
I missed my love for myself.
All you pay is to embark on the journey again.
Take the next sightseeing.
You decided that from now on,
No longer easily stop for the scenery outside the window.
I chose a destination that regards you as a landscape.
4. Don, what's the hurry? Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Don? Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Don? Qin Xue of Yuan Zhen
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking.
Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Sacrifice snow from my brother.
Tang Libai
Last night in Liangyuan, Brother Han didn't know.
Looking at Yushu in front of the court, my heart is broken and I think of branches.
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Huaihai gave Xue a gift.
Tang Libai
It snowed for five days, and I crossed the Bohai Sea from the wind. The sea tree becomes spring, and the river sand is bright and beautiful.
Xing from Tunxi, thinking around Liangyuan. I gave you a song in Ying Zhong, and that song was cut.
5. Write a landscape poem, modern rhyme poem, lyrical and catchy, like a ballad.
Enjoy the scenery of spring.
March is sunny and a little cold.
When the swallow flies, the wind turns around, but it doesn't indicate the direction.
The kite flies, hiding the desire to bathe in the blue sky before it breaks.
The green water is rippling, trying to restore the natural appearance of the past.
The grass is green and far-fetched.
Early spring is irresistible like a girl, which opens the spring scenery in Jiangnan.
Liu Qingwu, what a handsome leader.
Wan Fang spat, who can match the fragrance of magnolia?
Lonely, Xiaoshi just wants to listen to the sound of running water under the broken bridge.
The vision set sail, and the oriole stood upright. Do you want to sing softly?
Zi Gui's tears of blood shocked the audience.
Speak loudly, friends cherish time, please don't do this.
Boating on the lake, anglers wait for the fish to bite.
The landscape in the painting, the sketch artist tried to collect the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan together.
I'm in a hurry. I'll get used to enjoying it in the pictures after I miss the time.
Pairs of people, the promenade on the dam is lonely and long.
Every spring, the original throbbing heart is no longer crazy.
I hope you are well, think about the beauty under the beautiful scenery, and return again and again.