1. Poems about vision and smell
Poems about vision and smell 1. Poems about senses (vision, hearing, touch, smell) (seven lines)
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Vision: The random flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. ——Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
Hearing: Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wind of wine flags in the mountains and rivers of water villages - Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Tactile feeling: The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
Smell: A thin figure slants across the clear water, and a faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. ——Lin Hejing's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"
Vision, smell, and hearing:
The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, the swallows are separated by the red curtain, and the incense in the stove is quietly turning on the gossamer. When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.
——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
2. Use a poem to describe "spring" visually, as well as one sentence each for hearing, smell, and touch
Color :
Ode to the Willow
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Hearing:
Night Moon
The moonlight is darker than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Touch:
Traveling in the mountains to stay as a guest
The scenery of mountains and objects creates the splendor of spring. Don’t be tempted to return home because of the light shade. Even if the sky is bright and there is no color of rain, my clothes will still be stained deep in the clouds.
Smell:
Quatrains
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
Early spring:
Early spring in the east of the city
The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, when the green willows are only half yellow. If you go to the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be a flower-watcher when you go out.
In early spring, Zhang Shiba of the Water Department appeared outside
The light rain on the street was as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looked far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Late spring:
Returning to Gushan Thatched Cottage in late spring
There are few yellow birds in the spring at the mouth of the valley, and all the Xinyi flowers are gone, and the apricot flowers are flying. I began to pity you under the window of the Youzhu Mountain, and did not change the clear shade to wait for me to return.
Joy:
Moonlight in the Spring Mountains
There are so many wonderful things to do in the Spring Mountains that I forget to return home at night. Holding the water and the moon in your hands, your clothes are filled with the fragrance of flowers. There is no distance when happiness comes, but I want to leave and cherish my beauty. Looking south to where the bell rings, the tower is deep and green.
Sadness:
Spring Hope
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
3. Poems describing spring scenery from the perspectives of vision, hearing, smell and taste
Vision:
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city .
The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river
The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple are blooming.
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, but whose new swallows peck at the spring mud?
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
The guest houses are green and willow-colored, and the morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light.
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
The new year is not yet full of youth, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying.
The poet's scene is in the New Year, when the green willows are only half yellow.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
A row of egrets ascending to the blue sky
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and no one can cross the wild boat.
Spring grass grows in the pond
The river and mountains are beautiful in Chiri
The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm for sleeping mandarin ducks.
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When spring comes, all things will shine.
No one in the fragrant tree has flowers falling by themselves
The snow disappears outside the door and the mountains are green, flowers bloom by the river and it is sunny in February.
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
The swallow grass is like bisi, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers are blowing in the wind.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
A sprig of pear blossoms brings rain in spring
Last year on this day, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected the red color.
There are flowers flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling in the cold weather.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors.
A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The clouds are light and the wind is light. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are crossing the Qianchuan.
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach flowers in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Deeper in the middle of the moonlit night, the Beidou is tilted toward the south.
The clouds rise above the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring.
It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will see it again when the flowers are falling.
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps
The east wind is full of light, and the fragrant mist is covered with moonlight in the corridor.
Hearing:
Birds are singing in the sky all the way to the spring mountain
The oriole is singing at ease
The willow in the garden becomes a songbird
Sleeping in spring without waking up, I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
How many flowers have fallen to the sound of wind and rain at night?
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen
I listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and apricot flowers are sold in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and the oriole sings in the deep trees.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
The oriole sings in the sky across the leaves
Smell:
From time to time there are falling flowers, and the fragrance is carried by the flowing water from afar.
The wind blows and the willows fill the shop with fragrance
The spring breeze fragrants flowers and grasses
Taste:
The spring breeze knows how to avoid bitterness and does not send willows green.
After collecting hundreds of flowers into honey, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?
4. Poems about the sense of smell
1. Looking for fragrance in the air and guests in the clouds. ——Shi Zhengjue of the Song Dynasty
2. The moon is falling and the stars are dewy and fragrant. ——Wei Liaoweng, Song Dynasty
3. The smell of imperial fragrance is unknown. ——Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty
4. The rain is fragrant and fragrant. ——Anonymous · "Huanxi Sand"
5. A garden of rabbit silk flowers smells fragrant. ——Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
6. The night air and fragrance are both indulgent. ——Cheng Gai of the Song Dynasty
7. The fragrance and seal cigarettes are sold and the night air is clear. ——Huang Geng of the Song Dynasty
8. The fragrant clouds and good atmosphere are intertwined. ——Hu Wenqing of the Song Dynasty
9. The fragrance fills the garden with flowers. ——Chao Chongzhi of the Song Dynasty
10. The fragrance is full of fragrance. ——Tang·Hanshan
11. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the store with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. ——Li Bai
12. The peach blossoms are warm and fragrant. ——Xiang Ziyi
13. The thin shadow is slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. ——Lin Hejing
14. Shixiangluo medicinal gas. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
15. Falling flowers come from time to time, and they are fragrant with the flowing water from afar. ——Liu Shenxu
16. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming. ——Wang Anshi
17. Qiyuantian Incense Collection. ——Tang·Wangwan
18. The plum and snow are fighting for spring but they are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge spends money to comment on it. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. ——Lu Meipo
5. Find poems described from different angles. Please write a few poems from the following angles: Vision, Hearing, Smell
Vision: Viewed horizontally, there are ridges and peaks on the side, far and near, high and low. It’s different; I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain and enjoy the beautiful sun on the shore of Si River. 》 The stars hang down on the vast plains, and the moon surges into the big rivers. ——" Traveling in the Night Book" The rooster sounds in the thatched shop in the moonlight, and there is frost in Banqiao. —— "Morning Journey to Shangshan" The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river. —— " "Hearing to the Fortress" Hearing: The noisy cicadas in the forest become quieter, and the birds singing in the mountains become more secluded. - "Enter the Ruoye River" Hanging down to drink the clear dew, the sound of the trees flowing out. The loud voice is far away, not to borrow the autumn wind. Smell: There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it is not snow in the distance, because there is a faint fragrance. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses are full of roses. Frozen to death.——He went from Beijing to Fengxian County to praise Du Fu in five hundred words.