First, "Martial Arts"
Yang Jiong (Tang)
The Three Gorges is 700 miles long, and it is said that Wuxia is long.
The heavy rocks are not extremely thick, and the mountains are green.
Cliffs are natural barriers, and berries are rotten.
You can see clearly at night, and there is no wind and waves.
Loyal to what I do, rowing can't hurt!
Can be a mainstay, can float in Lvliang.
Where is the beauty now? Ganoderma lucidum is fragrant by itself.
The night apes crow in Shan Ye, and the guest tears touch the petticoats.
Second, spend the night on Jiande River.
Meng Haoran (Tang)
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Third, "climb the pool and go upstairs"
Xie Lingyun (Jin)
Hong Fei is potential and charming, which sounds far away.
Clouds are ashamed of Yunfu, and rivers are deep.
It is difficult to enter morality and wisdom, but it is difficult to return to the field.
Poor sea, lying empty forest.
I was lying on the pillow, ignorant of the season and climate, and I took a temporary peek.
Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open.
At the beginning of the scene, the wind direction changed, and the new sun became old and cloudy.
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
Qiqi hurts the song and feels the sound of Chu.
It is easier to live forever than to live alone.
Holding exercises is not unique to ancient times, and there is no sign of boredom today.
Fourth, "Passing the Old Village"
Meng Haoran (Tang)
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Five, "Qiu Deng Wanshan sends Zhang Wu"
Meng Haoran (Tang)
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Sixth, "Jiang Xue"
Liu Zongyuan (Tang)
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.
Seven, landscape flowers.
The mountains can't see the soul, but they dance like people.
Water is ruthless, but sweeter than vicissitudes of life,
Flowers, without whitewashing, are romantic and charming.
Climb to the top of the mountain and win yourself a world.
Grass? Below the size, rain and snow spread with the wind,
The summer man, slim,
Draw some scenery for nature. Add shade and green to people,
It still flutters in the cold wind, it flutters in the spring breeze.
Just entertaining yourself. Who says you can't compete with flowers?
You can't beat the tenderness of water, but you can't bow and scrape.
Or look up to the sky and see yourself as pure. What if people have feelings?
Yes, mountains occupy the world,
Is it thicker than crossing the river to get into the misty rain?
What if people look different? It's just whitewashing, processing, transforming, or making it fresh but not bright, beautiful but not rhyme.
How can it be more affectionate and entangled in the world than natural flowers and wild flowers!
People can stand on their own feet, but they also have a dream of prosperity. They cannot live for thousands of years.
Water flows in Wan Li, flowers are like the moon, and grass has roots. Who knows this feeling? Who cherishes the long moon sky, a touch of sunset shines on the world. Warm enough for the breeze to rise naturally, welcoming the soft landscape of the whole world, with flowers and water entwined. People, in this world, are just a form, and the success is glory! It's rare to walk, practice, get rid of pain and happiness, thank nature for its gift, appreciate everything and appreciate the world. Keep your heart warm and smile calmly!
Eight, summer landscape
God, the blue is deep.
Clouds, white and elegant
Mountain, green and green
You, faint scent.
At present, Yunshan stretches its majestic body.
At present, there is a clear river flowing.
Bai Juyi ferry, a ray of dim sunshine shy.
Quietly, light that lamp for me.
Gradually, I picked up the impulse to set sail for me.
Everything in the performance was reborn.
The mountains are green.
That's the color of the gift from the earth.
Water waves rippling
That's a fish jumping note.
I am repairing the river bank.
Take your pious watch
Slowly slide to your inner state.
Watching the breeze wrinkle the water.
Put away endless memories of the past
You used to smile.
I still have some concerns.
Watching the birds cut through the arc of the sky
The pleasure of foraging or playing in the sky.
You are the most beautiful cloud in it.
I can't cross the mountains.
Even touch a cloud.
The distant mountains embrace the sunset.
The mountains are intoxicated with dreams.
Birds are soaring in the blue sky
Clouds dotted the wilderness.
I am in a clear spring.
Flowing to the distant sea
Enjoy the beautiful mountain scenery along the way.
Even for a moment.
Keep moving
Nine, drunk in the water town
The red lantern is no longer swaying.
A fragment of late autumn
Hold hands with you again
Early spring night
Solidified thought
Light up the water town
The candlelight penetrated into the water.
Sprinkle red dust.
Hazy and quiet
Elegant and implicit
Flowing in the boundless
Paddle sliding
Break the waves
be infatuated with
Enjoy thousands of customs here.
Write a song.
The new version of Dream Water Town
Black tile white wall
Shiqiao monastery
Are plucking beautiful strings.
The dining table smells good.
Drunk and tender willow leaves
Drunk too.
Yi Xi chun guang
10, Guilin scenery
A shy girl wearing a headscarf.
Appreciate the beautiful shadow shyly.
You see
The endless clouds can't help coming.
Kiss the jade veil affectionately
listen to
The wind envies the closeness of the cloud.
Encourage ripples to break the peace.
You see
The girl is whispering.
Maybe it's just the pursuit of the wind and cloud.
Mei Wen
Make them happy.
1 1, Daxi scenery
There is a wall in Shidi Power Station.
Cut out the high gorge and Pinghu Lake
Wanyan mountain range
Green water sculpture.
Bonsai on the mirror
A mountain standing in the water
Like jadeite in various shapes.
Cut the mirror into a beautiful scenery
Dao ying Juan shan shui farmhouse
soft
Early morning fog
As hazy as the gauze on the bride's body
Only egrets and wild ducks can tease.
The water in the sun is the same as the sky.
The breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure.
Slowly close the net
Clever walls and banks
Deduct the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter
be absorbed in
Birupanyu
year after year
12, [Hot Spring Wetland]
It is already the season when autumn is as cool as water.
We are still walking in the dusk.
I listened to her quietly telling the story of the past hot springs.
A warm story is like a warm wind.
It is like this wide and thick wetland.
The green floor has been rolled out.
Clouds of streams are shining warmly in the sunset.
In the sunset, wild flowers come out in various colors.
The flowers are fragrant and the night is getting thicker.
Birds began to fly to the Woods.
Smoke from the kitchen is like clouds in the western sky.
Filled the fields lyrically.
The earth began to sleep, sleeping in the dream of the long grass spring.
She said that although time has diluted the stories of the years,
And there are many cool memories in this wetland.
It is the archives of the years, witnessing the changes of the four seasons in nature.
Take care of this document, I won't let a wisp of smoke pass through my eyes.
I won't let one development ruin all my happiness.
I will only sing for the opening of a wild flower.
Let life grow clumps of acacia grass on the green Yuan Ye.
After listening to her words, I salute her.
At this time, a touch of sunset just fell on her eyelids.
Her eyelashes are like wetlands.
There is a vigorous spring in front of me, clear and bright.
Like telling a lukewarm story.
So beautiful, so warm
Full of hope