1, choppy
Pronunciation: b not t ā o Xi not ng y ǒ ng
Interpretation: describe the waves as big and urgent.
Sentence: The ship is moving slowly on the rough sea.
2. magnificent
Pronunciation: q √ sh √ p á ng bó
Interpretation: describe the majestic and magnificent appearance.
Sentence making: The Yellow River flows to the sea in nine twists and turns.
3. the waves are rough
Pronunciation: jρ jΡ ng tā o pé ng pà i.
Interpretation: The waves are rough. Describe momentum.
Sentence-making: The ruthlessness of falling out of the water, the illusion of a mirror, and the waves of love are always surging.
4, magnificent
Pronunciation: blán Zhuang kuo
Explanation: Originally describing the vast water surface, it is now a metaphor for grandeur or scale.
A huge ship is sailing on the magnificent sea.
Step 5 swallow mountains and rivers
Pronunciation: qì tūn shān hé
Interpretation: momentum can engulf mountains and rivers. Describe great verve.
Sentence-making: This poem shows the poet's spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers.
2. The idiom describing the majestic, magnificent and endless Yellow River has a long history.
1. Surge: Surge: The appearance of surging water. Describe the waves as big and fast.
2. cross the river and stir the sea: describe the huge water potential. Metaphor is very powerful or powerful. It also describes making a lot of noise or making a mess.
The ocean is self-indulgent: the ocean is vast, which is an indulgent metaphor. Metaphor is wanton indulgence and unbridled.
4. Hao Hao Tang: Still Hao Hao. Refers to the magnificent appearance of water.
5. Xiangling and Huai 'an are surrounded; Item: climb high and look far; Mausoleum: Datushan. The flood surrounded the mountains and overflowed the hills. Describe a huge water potential or flood.
6. River over the sea: Your river over the sea. Describe the great potential of water. It is often used as a metaphor for strength or momentum.
7. Avalanche: platoon: platoon; Invert: flip. Push the mountain over the gorge. Describe the fierce, powerful and powerful water.
3. Words describing the character of the Yellow River: Yellow River, roaring, rushing, beating the eternal melody and singing tireless songs. The Yellow River is raging, with twists and turns, twists and turns. If you go straight ahead and let it "recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters", it will definitely have a bright future.
The Yellow River in my heart has a warm and humid climate, fertile and soft soil, green mountains and green waters everywhere and beautiful scenery. There are countless kinds of animals and plants. Wildflowers from all over the mountains are blooming and colorful, like a colorful carpet, covering Shan Ye, just like a fairyland on earth and a paradise.
The Yellow River, like a lion with its back bowed and its head held high, crosses the mountains of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and Qinghai-Gansu provinces. Hetao Plain across Ningxia and Inner Mongolia; Pentium in the ravine between Shanxi and Shaanxi; Break through the "Longmen", turn around at the foot of Huashan Mountain in Xiyue, cross the North China Plain, and head for the coast of Bohai Sea.
Looking against the current, it is another scene. Looking at it, I feel that the sky is getting lower and lower, and the big white clouds are rolling, shining silver and dazzling, like sheep and wild horses, as if rushing in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, using the river as a springboard and jumping into the blue sky. The blue sky overhead is clear and transparent, and gradually fades in the distance. Looking around, the Yellow River stands abruptly, and the water and sky are the same. How the water of the Yellow River moves the majestic momentum of the sky, accompanied by roaring waves, devouring people's souls.
You have come from distant history, you are rushing in the vicissitudes of China, you are constantly flowing in the war, you show your elegance in the world with the turbid Yellow River, you are famous for your flowing water that resounds through the sky, you dominate the crowd with majestic momentum, and you represent the descendants of the Chinese people, and you are busy all over the world. ...
Magnificent, surging river, endless flow, lifelike on stamps. Like thousands of yellow phosphorus dragons with claws, they roared all the way, and the thunder was wrapped in electricity. Suddenly, take off; Suddenly, swooped down. Like a 100-meter sprint, it rushes forward with invincible momentum and sounds like thunder. ...
The Yellow River is sometimes like an angry lion, roaring loudly and surging, which is extremely harmful to people. Sometimes it destroys fertile land; Sometimes, it is like a gentle mother, making people play to their heart's content. In summer, it can clearly see the small stones under the river. Gradually, more and more people travel to the Yellow River and become more famous.
4. What idioms describe the momentum of the Yellow River? They are choppy, magnificent, rushing thousands of miles, swallowing mountains and rivers, stormy waves, emptying turbid waves, magnificent, choppy, magnificent, stormy and outrageous.
1. The waves are rough
Interpretation: Surge: The appearance of surging water. Describe the waves as big and fast.
Sentence: The Qiantang River is choppy, especially at high tide. It is as spectacular as Ma Benteng.
2. magnificent
Interpretation: The original description has a vast water surface. Metaphor is grand or huge.
Sentence making: Some people admire the unyielding pine trees, while others admire the magnificent sea.
3. A journey of a thousand miles
Interpretation: Diarrhea: Water is injected directly downward. Describe the river running down, fast and far. This is also a metaphor for writing or music. It also describes the collapse of prices.
Sentence: On a sunny day, I came to this wonderful pastoral land with great joy, and the waterfalls here plunged thousands of miles, which made me linger.
4. Swallow mountains and rivers [[qiū nShā nHé]
Interpretation: momentum can engulf mountains and rivers. Describe great verve.
Sentence: The Yellow River rushes down with the trend of swallowing mountains and rivers.
5. The waves are rough [j and [jīng tāo hài làng]]
Interpretation: Tao: * * waves; Terrible: frightening. Surging and frightening waves. Metaphor is a sinister environment or a sharp and fierce struggle.
Sentence: Some storms can also cause stormy waves in the ocean.
5. The words describing the Yellow River are sad.
Go, go, go, wander, stumble, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, climb, run, jump, run, run, jump.
Look at it, look at it, stare at it, look up at it, look at it, look back, look around, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it, look at it.
Listen, listen, eavesdrop, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen to rumors, hearsay, never tire of listening, turn a deaf ear, one ear goes in and the other goes out.
Guess, guess, imagine, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think.
[Crying] Sobbing, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, crying.
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh.
6. The Yellow River, which describes the character of the Yellow River, growls, rushes, beats the eternal melody and sings tireless songs.
The Yellow River is raging, with twists and turns, twists and turns. If you go straight ahead and let it "recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters", it will definitely have a bright future. The Yellow River in my heart has a warm and humid climate, fertile and soft soil, green mountains and green waters everywhere and beautiful scenery.
There are countless kinds of animals and plants. Wildflowers from all over the mountains are blooming and colorful, like a colorful carpet, covering Shan Ye, just like a fairyland on earth and a paradise.
The Yellow River, like a lion with its back bowed and its head held high, crosses the mountains of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and Qinghai-Gansu provinces. Hetao Plain across Ningxia and Inner Mongolia; Pentium in the ravine between Shanxi and Shaanxi; Break through the "Longmen", turn around at the foot of Huashan Mountain in Xiyue, cross the North China Plain, and head for the coast of Bohai Sea. Looking against the current, it is another scene.
Looking at it, I feel that the sky is getting lower and lower, and the big white clouds are rolling, shining silver and dazzling, like sheep and wild horses, as if rushing in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, using the river as a springboard and jumping into the blue sky. The blue sky overhead is clear and transparent, and gradually fades in the distance. Looking around, the Yellow River stands abruptly, and the water and sky are the same.
How the water of the Yellow River moves the majestic momentum of the sky, accompanied by roaring waves, devouring people's souls. You have come from a distant history, you have been running in the vicissitudes of China, you have been flowing in the war, you have shown your elegance in the world with the turbid Yellow River water, you have become famous in the world with the water that resounds through the sky, you have overwhelmed the crowd with majestic momentum, and you represent the descendants of the Chinese people, and you have been running all over the world ... magnificent, surging rivers, running endlessly, lifelike on stamps.
Like thousands of yellow phosphorus dragons with claws, they roared all the way, and the thunder was wrapped in electricity. Suddenly, take off; Suddenly, swooped down.
Like a 100-meter sprint, it rushes forward invincible, and its voice is like thunder ... The Yellow River sometimes growls and surges like an angry lion, causing great harm to people. Sometimes it destroys fertile land; Sometimes, it is like a gentle mother, making people play to their heart's content. In summer, it can clearly see the small stones under the river. Gradually, more and more people travel to the Yellow River and become more famous.
7. The words describing the Yellow River are choppy and magnificent, swallowing mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, clearing mountains and rivers, grinding the Yellow River, clearing mountains and rivers, launching the Qinghe River, the mainstay of stormy waves, emptying the turbid waves, jumping into the Yellow River can not be washed away, and the heart will not die. Haiyan is obviously different from Qinghai. Mountains and rivers sharpen the Yellow River, clear mountains and rivers, 1, don't cry until you see the coffin, and don't stop until you reach the Yellow River.
2. Huang Heqing, a saint. 3. The Yellow River is harmful, but it is rich.
4, jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it clearly. 5, the river is disgusting and kind, and the Yangtze River is kind and evil.
6. The Yellow River returns without looking at Sichuan, and Daimei returns without looking at the mountains. 7, three years, two breaks, a hundred years, a diversion.
8. When the Yellow River dies, the county magistrate will not live. 9. The Yellow River has nine bends and eighteen bends, and a bowl of river water and half a bowl of sand.
10, the Yellow River still has a clarification day. How beautiful is the Yellow River in summer when there is no good news for people? On both sides of the Yellow River, trees are shaded, branches and leaves are lush, weeping willows are reflected, and waterfowl are flying.
Climbing the dam to stop the river, looking up, the turbid waves of the river are hollowed out, like the mother's blood entering the "blood vessels" of the children in the plain, nourishing the fertile Hetao Plain. Persistent Yellow River (modern poetry) You have come all the way, from ancient times to infinity, full of joys and sorrows for thousands of years. You have walked through the bitter piano, the sonorous stone wall in Wan Li, the prosperous Tang Dynasty calling for long live, and the "rotten wine and meat in Zhumen". You left endless sorrow in a gorgeous grave and engraved the entrustment of heaven and earth in a simple soul. You are persistent and bright.
Yellow River [Modern Poetry] Written in vernacular Chinese: Day and night when the snow roared away in my eyes, the grass and gold surged in my chest, the robes of Emperor Yan Di, the tears and expressions of Huangdi's Neijing, my endless youth, my bloody breath. When I was holding a copper pot to warm a river of tears, who suppressed your pounding chest in your drunken boat? I expect the Beidou Yellow River to be full of thunder, and a thousand diaries will be taken away by you, that is, a thousand. The back of the sail is Qian Fan's back. You came back growling. My emotions are extravagant and wasteful. My destiny is a dark road. My silent father was choked to tears by the dry smoke. My nagging was blackened by the fire. My mother put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles. My salt put too much Shaanxi mutton in the foam. When I lead animals to disappear at your noisy entrance at dusk, when I drag my children and caress the old and the young, I roam on your road. Bow down to your deep source with a brazier on your head. When I open your muddy Yellow River with memories, I long for a good harvest after the storm. My black hair and white hair are 3000 feet long. I fly straight down the Yellow River in thousands of feet, I dream of the Yellow River on the Iron Horse Glacier, I canoe across the Yellow River in Chung Shan Man, my photos take away my face, my songs take away my emotions, and the rising sea of the Yellow River can't drown the sunset in my heart. I can't bury the world of mortals in my eyes, I don't bump into the south wall, I don't look back, I don't look at coffins, I don't cry, I don't look at the Great Wall, I don't look at the sea, I don't die, I play with a lively river, I stumble, I can't see an inseparable river, when stones turn into foam, when sorghum turns into waves, when tears turn into ears of highland barley, when my feet are covered with mud, sailors are in the Yellow River. You are the song I want to sing when I am tired. Whips and shadows drive carriages full of flames and tears. Folk songs are full of apricot flowers and wet villages. The north wind stands in your east, west, south and yellow rivers. I am the mountain you grew up watching. My former grandsons, Zhao, Wu and so on, are all the beginnings of my life and are similar in nature. My compendium of materia medica is full of traditional Chinese medicine. My flood is full of the brilliance of China. Twenty-four histories of insomnia in my red chamber, tears and laughter in my everlasting regret song, my ups and downs, my boatman's songs of life and death, my enthusiasm and vigorous lights, my surging heart, my tinkling bones, Shandandan's flowers are red, your water-made mountains and towering mountains, and the stars in the sky illuminate your pulse of nine songs and eighteen songs little by little, raising a glass to your sadness and worry more. Dear Yellow River, when I was humming that nursery rhyme with the sun and frost on my head, you were the Yellow River in China with my dream as the horse. Starting from an unknown mound on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the yellowed water began to stretch, and the rough stone tools of our ancestors and the whimper of China people were buried deep into a cry of expanding the exotic yellow carpet of life. One day, the East China Sea Dragon will walk along the Bohai Bay to the Dragon Palace with the magnificent boatman's songs and beautiful dragon girls on the carpet, and come to the old moon. * * * Drink a glass of cold moonlight and wine, and yellow skin and black hair climb the Yellow River. Ah, the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation, you have come from the snow-capped mountains. I know purity and cleanliness are your nature. At this moment, I stand by your side and feel the spiritual shock you brought me.
Silent mysterious light and shadow appeared on the water, the horizon retreated to the periphery of time and consciousness, and all was silent in the depths of the bare plain. Avoid your rolling waves, I listen to your water drops.
The voice of the sage comes from ancient times and rises and falls with the sacred trace of its origin. Listen, the water is beating, which is an inviolable appointment and power, making women look like water, and men are surging with emotion.
The surging waves record the eternal passing, and bells and drums ring in the depths of running water. I know, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's, that's
I clearly remember that you lit up the first face, ignited the first dream, presided over all the fruits of autumn, and passed the historical stories of later generations to the later platform. There you are, running all the way east.
You are here, with the ups and downs of the masses in a hurry. You have come, bringing with you princes and nobles and down-and-out homeless poets.
Here you are, bending into an unyielding soul of a nation with your gentleness and courage. With a loving life, you fell from the sky.
Nourish all the way, I praise you, Guhe! "I am the Yellow River" The bitter white hair of the mother of Mount Everest fluttered in her forehead and cried all the year round. This hopeless fate, tears, the first and last torture of the living came to me. My god doesn't know where to go in the Yellow River, wandering in the boundless mountains and rivers, his eyes glazed over. What are you doing between heaven and earth? Who am I? I am the Yellow River? Shapotou Heng.