1. Modern poems about waterfalls
2. Modern poems about waterfalls
Modern poems about waterfalls 1. Modern poems describing waterfalls
001,
"Waterfall" by Ye Shengtao
I haven’t seen the waterfall yet,
I heard the sound of the waterfall first,
It seemed to be overlapping Stacked waves surged onto the beach, and like gusts of wind blowing through the pine forest.
The mountain road suddenly turned,
Ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall!
This scene is indescribable.
Thousands of feet of green mountains are lined with a strip of silver.
Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up,
How great, a screen of pearls!
A gust of wind comes from time to time,
blowing it like smoke, like fog, like dust.
002.
"Waterfall" Flood Source
Going down the mountain, coming out of the valley!
With a cry,
jumped down from the cloud cliff,
even if it was shattered to pieces!
Yearning for the vast rivers and the vast sea,
Missing the sails with spreading wings and the sculls hitting the waves.
Ah, it is all with a burning faith,
Under your feet, you can open up a galloping road of life!
2. When modern people praise waterfalls in their poems, please make it clear who it is
"Waterfall" Author: Ye Shengtao
I haven’t seen the waterfall yet,
The sound of the waterfall was first heard.
It was like overlapping waves surging onto the beach,
and like gusts of wind blowing through the pine forest.
The mountain road suddenly turned,
Ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall!
This scene is indescribable.
Thousands of feet of green mountains are set against a streak of silver.
Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up,
How great, a screen of pearls!
A gust of wind comes from time to time,
blowing it like smoke, like fog, like dust.
﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍
"Waterfall" Author: Hong Yuan
To go down the mountain, to come out of the valley!
With a cry,
jumped down from the cloud cliff,
even if it was shattered to pieces!
Yearning for the vast rivers and the vast sea,
Missing the sails with spread wings and the sculls hitting the waves.
Ah, it is all with a burning faith,
Under my feet, I have opened up a galloping road of life!
﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍
"Viewing Daixian Waterfall" Author: Zheng Yuzhou
In the Peak On the top
In the abyss of the valley
There is a stream that transforms into a fairy
Flying down Qianxun
The mountain wind is like thunder
< p> With the aura of a kingWhistling at me
Coming towards my face
Then leaving me again
I am just a hurry Passer-by
In the blink of an eye
What I saw again
The wind was not the same as before
The waterfall was not the same as before The hanging water
But the scenery remains the same
The years are like yesterday
﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍
"Changhong Waterfall" Author: Ram's Song
On the cliff
A white horse
Singing a ballad
< p> Flowing downA little loneliness in the afternoon
The thoughts of the cliff
Who can understand
The green mountains are silent
Wherever I look
A piece of greenery
Irritable thoughts on a cool afternoon
A rainbow bridge
Penetrating sunlight The network cable
In the afternoon wind
Swaying slightly
The lonely waiting that wakes up the cliff
The music of the sun dancing on the water droplets
p>Rainbow Bridge dances lightly
A turn
Hitting the embrace of the waterfall
Lingering, momentary lingering
Colorful The light of Ebb and flow
Waiting for this immortal legend
3. Modern poems describing waterfalls
Waterfall:
That cascades down The silver chain sparkles in the sunlight, making the silver chain brighter. The grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any ornament; and the grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any invisible air wall.
When I walked to the waterfall, I saw the silver-white water pouring down one by one like a grandfather's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a light mist and sprinkled it on my face, which was very cool. A few streams of water seemed to be in a hurry, rushing down in a hurry. If they were not careful, they hit the rocks, and the water splashed everywhere, as crystal and lovely as flying beads and broken jade.
Snowflakes are falling in the air, falling gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and tenderness. That's the dandruff left by God who forgot to wash his hair. My dear, I also forgot to wash my hair, but why is the sadness all over the floor? White roof, white house, white birds flying over my years without leaving a sound, standing in the snow catching a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water droplets little by little, reflecting a tragic whiteness, the whole world is like A luxurious service.
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Flowers:
There is a group of fairies in the valley. They decide what color and appearance the flowers in the valley will bloom. There is a beautiful bud, which is the pride of heaven. It is specially taken care of by the angels. The angels decide Let it decide what color and shape it wants to bloom. Let it choose freely. Unexpectedly, the bud had so many choices that it couldn't decide on anything. After the flower season passed, the angels discovered it in the valley. A bud that withered before it bloomed - she could never make any choice.
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The willow tree spread out its branches with yellow and green leaves, which were gently swaying in the slight spring breeze, just like groups of fairies in green costumes. dance to tune. The peach trees sandwiched between the willows also bloomed with bright flowers. The green willows and red flowers were so beautiful!
The bud clusters on the branches of the fir trees are already quite fat and tender, shining brightly against the sky. Do you think spring can be far behind?
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Grass:
The grass stands tall and green, swaying in the wind, so soft and dazzling.
Spring grass covers the field, and when you look up, you can see thousands of miles of green grass.
We walked on the green grass, as if we had walked into the green ocean.
The grass adds vitality and new brilliance to spring.
The grasses woke up from their deep sleep. They broke out of the ground and stretched their young green leaves.
4. Modern poems describing waterfalls
001. "Waterfall" Before Ye Shengtao saw the waterfall, he heard the sound of the waterfall first, like waves surging onto the beach, and like a wave of waves. Gusts of wind blew through the pine forest.
The mountain road suddenly turned, ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall! This scene is indescribable. Thousands of feet of green mountains are lined with silver. Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up, it's so great, a screen of pearls! A gust of wind comes every now and then, blowing it like smoke, fog, and dust.
002. "Waterfall" The flood source is going down the mountain and coming out of the valley! With a cry, he jumped down from the cloud cliff, even if it was shattered to pieces! I yearn for the vast rivers and the vast sea, and miss the sails spreading their wings and the oars hitting the waves. Ah, it is only with a burning faith that a surging road of life is opened up under my feet.
5. Poems about waterfalls
Li Bai’s two famous poems "Looking at Lushan Waterfall",
One of them says:
West Climb Xianglu Peak and see the waterfall in the south.
The flow is three hundred feet long and the geysers flow for dozens of miles.
It is like a flying lightning, and it is like a white rainbow rising.
The first shock of the river fell into the sky, half scattered in the sky.
Look up and watch the situation turn around, what a magnificent feat of luck!
The sea breeze blows constantly, and the moonlight on the river is still empty.
Shooting shots in the air, washing the blue walls left and right.
The flying beads scatter the light clouds, and the foam boils over the dome stones.
And when I travel to famous mountains, I become more relaxed about them.
No matter how you rinse the liquid, you must wash away the dust.
However, I am willing to die in this world.
The second one:
The incense burner produces purple smoke in sunshine, and you can see the waterfall in front of the river in the distance.
/p>
The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the sound is flying down to the world.
Don’t say that this pool is so small that it shakes Kuanglu Mountain!
Quatrains ---- Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Thousands of miles of green mountains stand,
Thousands of feet in the air.
***Look at the jade girl's silk hanging,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the trees and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.
(Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty)
Lushan Waterfall Xu Ning
The spring falls in the sky thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.
The ancient and modern sky is as white as a flying sky, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.
"Three Layers of Spring" by Bai Yuchan, a poet from the Song Dynasty
The edge of the stream goes deep into Taohuawu, and the purple clouds are faintly whispering.
The nine-story cliffs draw blue skies, and the three-level springs are filled with flying rain.
The setting sun casts wet red shadows on the mountains, and the cold clouds hold the rocks on the ancient cliffs.
The scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream are sprayed onto the pine tops and the snow is floating on the building.
Chang'e's clothes are wetted little by little, and there is Fusang Mansion under the pond.
In the morning, it seems to be stretching out towards the sky, and in the middle of the night, it is like smelling a pestle pounding medicine.
The cold entered the valley and roared thousands of thunders, sending out the Milky Way to blast for eternity.
Silver toads fly in the Guanghan Palace, and jade dragons dance in the Crystal Palace.
The broken ax of Qiongying is not the moon, and the waterfall is not the Weaver Girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles would visit Longmen, but later I feared that stars would meet in Niuzhu.
I wanted to look for the dragon on my forehead, but I saw a rat in the sky.
A pool of frost is melting and soaking, and drops of thousand-year-old milk are frozen.
The moon shines on the divine beads and sprinkles the green lin, and the wind blows the sky and touches the tiger.
The world of Yaohong is full of green, and the iron horse coils around the sky.
... p>
The new moon is like a curtain hook, hanging far away in the blue sky.
"The Ballad of Lushan Waterfall" by Yang Wei of the Yuan Dynasty
The Milky Way suddenly bursts like gourds, streaming down in front of the peak of the Five Elders of Zhuzhu.
I suspect that the gods are weaving Su Lian, and Su Lian is off his axis and looking up to the sky.
Then he wanted to cut Bingzhou with his hands and cut out a piece of glass smoke.
Encountering Yunshizi is like catching the Moon Fairy.
I am thirsty at night, riding a whale to suck the dry sea and mulberry fields.
It turned into a hundred thousand feet, and the jade rainbow hung upside down in the cold abyss.
Modern poems about waterfalls 1. Modern poems describing waterfalls
001,
"Waterfall" by Ye Shengtao
I haven’t seen the waterfall yet,
The sound of the waterfall was heard first,
like waves surging onto the beach,
and like gusts of wind blowing through the pine forest.
The mountain road suddenly turned,
Ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall!
This scene is indescribable.
Thousands of feet of green mountains are lined with a strip of silver.
Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up,
How great, a screen of pearls!
A gust of wind comes from time to time,
blowing it like smoke, like fog, like dust.
002.
"Waterfall" Flood Source
Going down the mountain, coming out of the valley!
With a cry,
jumped down from the cloud cliff,
even if it was shattered to pieces!
Yearning for the vast rivers and the vast sea,
Missing the sails with spreading wings and the sculls hitting the waves.
Ah, it is all with a burning faith,
Under my feet, I have opened up a galloping road of life!
2. 15 modern poems praising waterfalls
The waterfall is halfway up in the sky, and the sound is flying down to the earth.
—— Li Mengyang's "Kaixian Temple" works tirelessly to penetrate the heaven and earth, and you will know the source only when you get to the end. ——Feng Yunshan's "Ode to the Waterfall" The green peaks stand thousands of miles from the ground and hang thousands of feet in the air.
——Wang Anshi's "Rizhao Quatrains" The spring falls in the sky, thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping. ——Xu Ning's "Lushan Waterfall" The broken mountain is suspected of being a painting barrier, and the music is hanging and flowing.
——Wang Bo's "Jiaoyuan Jishi" is very different from others and originated from Gao Guanggu. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Waterfall" When the incense burner is first turned on, the waterfall sprays into a rainbow.
—— Meng Haoran "Looking at Lushan Mountain in Pengli Lake" Directly south of Lushan Mountain, the waterfall has been heard since ancient times. ——Jiang Wei's "Waterfall" The Milky Way flies down from the tops of green pine trees, and plain cars and white horses run through the clouds.
—— Yuan Mei's "Going to Shiliang to View the Waterfall" The five-fold and six-fold stacks are getting higher and higher, and the roaring sound is heard when it plummets. ——Yuan Mei "Going to Shiliang to View the Waterfall".
3. Modern poems describing waterfalls
Waterfall:
The silver chain flying down flashes in the sun, making the silver chain brighter. The grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any ornament; and the grandeur of the silver chain is greater than any invisible air wall.
When I walked to the waterfall, I saw the silver-white water pouring down one by one like a grandfather's white beard. The wind blew over, blowing the water into a light mist and sprinkled it on my face, which was very cool. A few streams of water seemed to be in a hurry, rushing down in a hurry. If they were not careful, they hit the rocks, and the water splashed everywhere, as crystal and lovely as flying beads and broken jade.
Snowflakes were falling in the air, falling gracefully one by one, blooming with unparalleled beauty and tenderness.
That's the dandruff left by God who forgot to wash his hair. My dear, I also forgot to wash my hair, but why is the sadness all over the floor? White roof, white house, white birds flying over my years without leaving a sound, standing in the snow catching a snowflake, watching it turn into transparent water droplets little by little, reflecting a tragic whiteness, the whole world is like A luxurious service.
————————————————————————————————————————
Flowers:
There is a group of fairies in the valley. They decide what color and appearance the flowers in the valley will bloom. There is a beautiful bud, which is the pride of heaven. It is specially taken care of by the angels. The angels decide Let it decide what color and shape it wants to bloom. Let it choose freely. Unexpectedly, the bud had so many choices that it couldn't decide on anything. After the flower season passed, the angels discovered it in the valley. A bud that withered before it bloomed - she could never make any choice.
————————————————————— ————————————
The willow tree stretched out its branches with yellow and green leaves, which were gently blowing in the slight spring breeze, like groups of fairies in green costumes. dance to tune. The peach trees sandwiched between the willows also bloomed with bright flowers. The green willows and red flowers were so beautiful!
The bud clusters on the branches of the fir trees are already quite fat and tender, shining brightly against the sky. Do you think spring can be far behind?
——————————————————————————————————————
Grass:
The grass stands tall and green, swaying in the wind, so soft and dazzling.
Spring grass covers the field, and when you look up, you can see thousands of miles of green grass.
We walked on the green grass, as if we had entered the green ocean.
The grass adds vitality and new brilliance to spring.
The grasses woke up from their deep sleep. They broke out of the ground and stretched their young green leaves.
4. When modern people praise waterfalls in their poems, please make it clear who it is
"Waterfall" Author: Ye Shengtao
I haven’t seen the waterfall yet,
First I heard the sound of the waterfall,
It was like waves surging onto the beach,
It was like gusts of wind blowing through the pine forest.
The mountain road suddenly turned,
Ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall!
This scene is indescribable.
Thousands of feet of green mountains are lined with silver.
Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up,
How great, a pearl screen!
A gust of wind comes from time to time,
blowing it like smoke, like fog, like dust.
﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍
"Waterfall" Author: Hong Yuan
To go down the mountain, to come out of the valley!
With a cry,
jumped down from the cloud cliff,
even if it was shattered to pieces!
Yearning for the vast rivers and the vast sea,
Missing the sails with spreading wings and the sculls hitting the waves.
Ah, it is all with a burning faith,
Under your feet, you can open up a galloping road of life!
﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍
"Viewing Daixian Waterfall" Author: Zheng Yuzhou
In the Peak On the top
In the abyss of the valley
There is a stream that transforms into a fairy
Flying down Qianxun
The mountain wind is like thunder
< p> With the aura of a kingWhistling at me
Coming towards my face
Then leaving me again
I am just a hurry Passer-by
In the blink of an eye
What I saw again
The wind was not the same as before
The waterfall was not the same as before The hanging water
But the scenery remains the same
The years are like yesterday
﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍
"Changhong Waterfall" Author: Ram's Song
On the cliff
A white horse
Singing a ballad
< p> Flowing downA little loneliness in the afternoon
The thoughts of the cliff
Who can understand
The green mountains are silent
Wherever I look
A piece of greenery
Irritable thoughts on a cool afternoon
A rainbow bridge
Penetrating sunlight The network cable
In the afternoon wind
Swaying slightly
The lonely waiting that wakes up the cliff
The music of the sun dancing on the water droplets
p>Rainbow Bridge dances lightly
A turn
Hitting the embrace of the waterfall
Lingering, momentary lingering
Colorful The light of Ebb and flow
Waiting for this immortal legend
5. Poems about waterfalls
Two of Li Bai's famous poems "Looking at Lushan Waterfall",
One of them is:
Climb Xianglu Peak to the west and see the waterfall in the south.
The flow is three hundred feet long, and the geysers flow for dozens of miles.
It is like a flying lightning, and it is like a white rainbow rising.
The first shock of the river fell into the sky, half scattered in the sky.
Look up and watch the situation turn around, what a magnificent feat of luck!
The sea breeze blows constantly, and the moonlight on the river is still empty.
Shooting shots in the air, washing the blue walls left and right.
The flying beads scatter the light clouds, and the foam boils over the dome stones.
And when I travel to famous mountains, I become more relaxed about them.
No matter how you rinse the liquid, you must wash away the dust.
However, I am willing to die in this world.
The second one:
The incense burner produces purple smoke in sunshine, and the waterfall Kageqianchuan can be seen in the distance.
/p>
The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the sound is flying down to the world.
Don’t say that this pool is so small that it shakes Kuanglu Mountain!
Quatrains ---- Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Thousands of miles of green mountains stand,
Thousands of feet in the air.
***Look at the jade girl’s silk hanging,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the trees and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.
(Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty)
Lushan Waterfall Xu Ning
The spring falls in the sky thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.
The ancient and modern sky is as white as a flying sky, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.
"Three Layers of Spring" by Bai Yuchan, a poet from the Song Dynasty
The edge of the stream goes deep into Taohuawu, and the purple clouds are faintly whispering.
The nine-story cliffs draw blue skies, and the three-level springs are filled with flying rain.
The setting sun casts wet red shadows on the mountains, and the cold clouds hold the rocks on the ancient cliffs.
The scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream are sprayed onto the pine tops and the snow is floating on the building.
Chang'e's clothes are wetted little by little, and there is Fusang Mansion under the pond.
In the morning, it seems to be stretching out towards the sky, and in the middle of the night, it is like smelling a pestle pounding medicine.
The cold entered the valley and roared thousands of thunders, sending out the Milky Way to blast for eternity.
Silver toads fly in the Guanghan Palace, and jade dragons dance in the Crystal Palace.
The broken ax of Qiongying is not the moon, and the waterfall is not the Weaver Girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles would visit Longmen, but later I feared that stars would meet in Niuzhu.
I wanted to look for the dragon on my forehead, but I saw a rat in the sky.
A pool of frost is melting and soaking, and drops of thousand-year-old milk are frozen.
The moon shines on the divine beads and sprinkles the green lin, and the wind blows the sky and touches the tiger.
The world of Yaohong is full of green, and the iron horse coils around the sky.
... p>
The new moon is like a curtain hook, hanging far away in the blue sky.
"The Ballad of the Lushan Waterfall" by Yang Wei of the Yuan Dynasty
The Milky Way suddenly bursts like gourds, pouring down in front of the peak of the Five Elders in Zhuzhu.
I suspect that the gods are weaving Su Lian, and Su Lian is off his axis and looking up to the sky.
Then he wanted to cut Bingzhou with his hands and cut out a piece of glass smoke.
Encountering Yunshizi is like catching the Moon Fairy.
I am thirsty at night, riding a whale to suck the dry sea and mulberry fields.
It turned into a hundred thousand feet, and the jade rainbow hung upside down in the cold abyss.
6. Reward points for modern poems describing waterfalls: 0 | Solution time: 2010
Best answer 001,
"Waterfall" by Ye Shengtao
I haven’t seen the waterfall yet.
I heard the sound of the waterfall first.
It was like overlapping waves surging onto the beach.
It was also like gusts of wind. Blowing through the pine forest.
The mountain road suddenly turned,
Ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall!
This scene is indescribable.
Thousands of feet of green mountains are lined with a strip of silver.
Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up,
How great, a screen of pearls!
A gust of wind comes from time to time,
blowing it like smoke, like fog, like dust.
002.
"Waterfall" Flood Source
Going down the mountain, coming out of the valley!
With a cry,
jumped down from the cloud cliff,
even if it was shattered to pieces!
Yearning for the vast rivers and the vast sea,
Missing the sails with spread wings and the sculls hitting the waves.
Ah, it is all with a burning faith,
Under my feet, I have opened up a galloping road of life!
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