Dai Wangshu's Poems on Lake Baikal

1. Poems about Lake Baikal

The poem about Lake Baikal is 1. What is Pushkin's poem about Lake Baikal?

1, Pushkin Mountain, in the summer when the voice came, Pushkin Mountain had a deep artistic conception. Pushkin's poems are planted on picturesque hillside, as good as wind, thunder, rain and electricity, as flexible and warm as sunshine. The manor at the foot of the mountain is green and elegant, bathed in century-old sandalwood, and the Pushkin family's treasure-a century-old tempered small metal gun shines like a glass cover. Pushkin's honest and frank name is a poet on the boulevard. Metal walking sticks dance and birds sing. No matter whether the fragrance in the morning is faint or not, poetry is poetic, the soul is fighting and finally falls into the eyes of worshippers. Blue jays swallowed by the ancient Lake Baikal have no place to live. Poems in the distance are surging. The resolute Pushkin of the silver-gray bronze statue is looking forward to his own death, and Pushkin sleeps as a gunman. The blood of the familiar poems embedded in the flowers has not dried yet. Feather pens, candlesticks and poetry scrolls are intertwined to form the sun of Russian poetry. 2. Nanny Alina's lonely manor. A wooden house is covered with green vines. Nanny Alina's slender fingertips slid gently across her mouth. Her feelings are very weak. Her heart hurts. The letter to Pushkin was covered on the window of time. This bohemian horse rides on the warm lines of nanny Alina and gallops on the land of Russian poetry. Spring has come to Qiu Lai. Pushkin wrote poems and shouted "Ode to Freedom", "To Cha Daieff" and "Country". Lyudmila, like a drawn sword, stung the czar's fragile nerves and made the Russian depressed winter full of colorful clouds. Autumn in Polkino is full of bright moon. Pushkin, immersed in Alina's fairy tale songs, looked at the colorful night sky. Alina's vicissitudes of life are also magnificent in the dark ravine. Fisherman and goldfish are smiling, just like Alina, the nanny sitting on the clock, in the darkness deep in the pine forest. Looking forward to a song "To Nanny" on the forgotten doors and windows on the distant road, the scene of Nanny Alina waiting for him to go home made Pushkin burst into tears. The nanny Alina in the photo frame kept looking up at Pushkin Mountain not far away, muttering fairy-tale colors. When did Pushkin wake up? There is a grave next to Kane Path Church. Kane's name is engraved on an uncut granite with a black halo. Her past with Pushkin is mottled and elegant. The threshold of time is a bit low. The old love lying on the back of a golden linden tree called Kane's Path is faintly discernible. That summer, the image of Pushkin walking with Kane kept blooming among countless linden nodules, whispering sweetly. Passionate dusk, shy swallows fly away, Pushkin is happy, and the days of exile are gloomy, destroying the sunshine. Rain and dew Kane is like a bright rainbow, and Pushkin's abstract inner details are blooming. For Kane, Kane is like a pure and beautiful elf jumping on the winding path and singing happily. Even if it is a flash in the pan, it is enough to make the hinterland of Pushkin's life bloom in the night sky of Russia. Although the darkness asks Kane whether the autumn wind of the path can cut the angle of missing, in the years of exile, a group of "southern poems" precipitated and sublimated Russian history, and the fragrance of Baikal liquor intoxicated the streets and lanes of Russia, "turning the unfortunate things that should not happen into beautiful things. A group of "Southern Poetry" shines like a lighthouse on the holy light of Russia drifting in the deep sea, passing through the dark St. Petersburg and anchored under the crumbling crown of Russia. Reason overcame all prejudices, and Pushkin, as a horse, forgot it. Love to run and raise your mane. Light lines, flying iron hooves break the world of mortals. The portrait of Voltaire Diderot Byron GriBao Ye Tolstov Reiliyev is vivid. Pushkin worships as a hero 5. Black Wednesday1837 65438+1October 27th Pushkin, a great poet, died at the gunpoint of his rival Dants. Pushkin's poem A Vast and Dazzling Flood was cut off in the desolate sky of Russia. Under the eyes of the public, Dalia split Pushkin's noble personality and dismembered Pushkin's hard chest with a beautiful and frivolous "green hat" to quell the cruelty. The bullet made the genius of Pushkin's poetry instantly fall into the hall of world poetry. The Sun of Russian Poetry easily recalled Pushkin's soul to heaven and never looked back. That night, the whole of Russia cried sadly. The hinterland of Russian poetry is raining, weeping and bleeding. The cold night was wet by Nadalia. A bright rose was thrown into the whirlpool of dantes' desire alone, and the voice of insulting her lasted for a long time.

2. Praise the poems by Belga Lake.

Lake Baikal

Text/original ink name/Li

Crying in the wrong spring and autumn, rain flooding the starry sky,

The night silently hurt the dense in the oil painting,

In the palm of the moss, there is a strange shadow.

There are still clouds on the shore of Lake Baikal.

Dandelion season has just begun,

Ripples that will fade in the middle of the lake

Dance violently in the sun for a while.

Sunset becomes my jubilant poem,

The red tail blocks the white light,

Yin dyed the four seasons of life,

In the heart of the flower who wants to talk

Start traveling in a strange country.

Roses are everywhere, greed is endless at night,

Shut your mouth when the breeze comes.

It's thunder and lightning again, and the seasons change.

The eaves pieced together into a very close lake,

Reflects the sadness of losing the bluebird in the sky.

Cold love, warm love

It's all love, because it has been here before.

When the parting smile becomes a sculpture in the distance,

The depiction lurking in the bottom of my heart has lost its tenacious pen.

Running in the wheat fields by Lake Baikal,

Smashed the dim light,

When you turn around, the sunrise is no longer a signal of rebirth;

The tide of happiness soon receded,

Leave an empty horizon and sigh the time behind.

3. Who wrote poems in Lake Baikal in ancient China?

Su Wu in Han Dynasty.

When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Su Wu was demoted as a corps commander. And exiled Su Wu to the North Sea (Lake Baikal) to herd sheep. Su Wu went through hardships and stayed in Xiongnu for nineteen years. It was not until the end of the Yuan Dynasty (8 1 year ago) that it was put back to the Han Dynasty.

"Other" is said to be a five-character poem written by Su Wu when Li Ling advised Su Wu to surrender.

( 1)

The flesh and blood are related, the branches and leaves are related, and making friends is also related.

All men are brothers, who is a passer-by?

Besides, I am connected to a tree, and I am like my son.

I used to be a lover, but now I am a participant.

The former is similar in length, while the latter is like Hu and Qin.

Only when you are gone will your kindness be renewed every day.

Weeds in Luming Literature Temple can be compared to guests.

I have a bottle of wine that I want to give to people far away.

May my son stay and think about it and talk about this life.

(2)

An oriole is thousands of miles away.

Huma loses her group and is often unwilling to think.

Besides, Ssangyong is fine when it is in the air.

Fortunately, there are string songs, which can be used to describe Huai.

Please sing for the wanderer. Why are you sad?

Silk and bamboo sound clear, generous and sad.

Long song is fierce, and the center is devastated.

If you want to express the Qing dynasty commercial songs, the lady can't return.

Sadness is pitching, but tears can't go away.

For a pair of orioles, I am willing to send my son to fly far away.

Wait, wait, wait. . ..

4. It is best to write more tourist guide words about Lake Baikal.

Lake Baikal is long and narrow, like a bright moon embedded in the southern edge of Siberia. It is 636 kilometers long, with an average width of 48 kilometers and a maximum width of 79.4 kilometers, with an area of 3 1.500 square kilometers, an average depth of 730 meters, the deepest point of 1.620 meters, an elevation of 456 meters, and a total storage capacity of 23,600 cubic kilometers, which is equivalent to the storage capacity of the Great Lakes in North America. It accounts for about 1/5 of the total storage capacity of freshwater lakes in the world, more than the whole Baltic Sea. Suppose Lake Baikal is the only water source in the world, and its water quantity is enough for 5 billion people to use for half a century. Around Lake Baikal, there are 336 rivers, large and small, such as the Selenger River, which has been flowing into the lake for millions of years, while the only river flowing out of the lake is the Angara River, which runs northward and rushes to the leaves. The largest is Orhon Island, covering an area of about 730 square kilometers. There are 600 species of plants and 1 200 species of aquatic animals in the lake, three quarters of which are endemic, such as herring, sturgeon, white frog with concave eyes and Baasha crow. Although Lake Baikal is a freshwater lake, there are also huge Nordic ringed seals and bearded seals. Black seals live in the big forest by the lake. In winter, it is about 1 1℃, with high relative humidity and the characteristics of maritime climate. The lake is clear, transparent and stable, with a transparency of 40.8 meters, ranking second in the world. The nearest big city to Lake Baikal is Irkutsk. From here, the broad asphalt road is paved on the rolling hills, ancient villages and modern buildings, showing a broad sense of security not far away. It seems that a large piece of falling sky has fallen to the ground. When you thought it was a monster, you were surprised to find that the calm and blue water connected with the horizon was reflecting the sun. In the distance, it is white, like a thin layer of snow. Sea! The endless sea, you blurted out in excitement! Lake Baikal is worthy of the title of "sea". Since ancient times, no matter indigenous people, Russians who came to Lake Baikal in the17th century, or foreigners who came here to visit, they all bowed their heads and admired its majesty, supernatural mystery and magnificence, and called it "Holy Sea", "Holy Lake" and "Holy Water".