10 ancient poems about nature

20 ancient poems describing nature

1, Liangzhou word

Don Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

2. Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple

Tang changjian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

3. At Helen's cabin

Don Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

4. Early Baidu City

Tang Libai

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

5. Teng poetry

Don

Wang Teng Linjiang Pearl, Ming Luan continues to sing and dance.

The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.

The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

6. Climb the Phoenix Terrace from Nanjing

Tang Libai

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.

Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet.

Because clouds can break the sun and hide his city from my melancholy heart.

7. Yellow Crane Tower

Don Cui Hao

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

8. Look at Lushan Waterfall

Tang Libai

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.

9. Wangtianmen Mountain

Tang Libai

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

10, Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran for Yangzhou.

Tang Libai

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

1 1, night parking near Fengqiao

Tang zhangji

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

12, Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake

Tang Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

13, the song of Mujiang

Tang Bai Juyi

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

14, Jiangnan Spring

Don Dumu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

15, Ci, Zhi Zhu

Don Liu Yuxi

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.

16, climbing Yueyang Tower

Don du fu

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

17, on foot

Don Dumu

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

18, at Nanjing Ferry

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At the Shuishan Building at Jinling Ferry, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight.

The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.

19, Wang Yue

Don du fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

20. Qingxi

Don

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.

Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.

The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.

Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .