A huge stupid clock
The magnificent parliament building
Prosperous shopping center
The perfect combination of fashion and modernity
The mutual reflection of classicality and trend
The Century Star of Wealth and Dreams
Are contained in this red foggy city.
Stroll through London
It's like walking in the picture of ancient western civilization.
The magnificent scenery hides the vicissitudes of the ancient empire.
The magnificent architecture reflects the splendor of western civilization.
Red fog capital London
It is a cornucopia of wealth.
here
There are magnificent palaces.
The Royal Palace showed the world the once elegant demeanor of the British Empire.
A beautiful and wise British monarch
Abandoned the world.
Dumped England.
In the eyes of many British children
The Queen of England is a monarch and an amiable grandmother.
From the deep eyes of the queen of England's wisdom
With the dream of western civilization, I saw the rising sun of the British Empire in Ran Ran, the peak of the foggy city.
Walk into the magnificent Buckingham Palace
It's like walking into the British royal family.
The beautiful and charming British princess
In the history of Britain, romantic love handed down from generation to generation was written.
Handsome prince
Left a beautiful legend of Prince Charming in fairy tales in English civilization.
One British monarch after another.
With the ambition of conquest and the dream of empire.
Beautiful red foggy city
The history of the British Empire is scattered in a piece of red mist, scattered in the capital of this empire.
A piece of red mist, filled with the love of the British Empire, filled with this ancient land.
Ah, the red foggy city
It's red empire
On the blue coast, a history of western empire is written, sweeping vast expanse in the western world.
2. What are the poems describing foreign scenery? The first song of Changling in Tang Wang, Xia Sai?
The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. Through the gate and back, along the way, nothing but yellow reeds and grass.
Heroes come to you and the ice, and they bury their lives in the dust. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.
1, "levee" Tang Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
2, "Xia Sai Quwo" Tang Wang Changling
The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. Through the gate and back, along the way, nothing but yellow reeds and grass.
Heroes come to you and the ice, and they bury their lives in the dust. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.
3, "Xia Sai Qu Er" Tang Wang Changling
Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.
The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.
4. The Ring of Wang Tang in "Out of the Plug"
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
5. Liangzhou Ancestral Hall Wang Han
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.
6, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Libai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
7. "Join the army" in Tang Wang Changling
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
8, "Listen to the flute" Tang
The snow is clean, the horses are eating grass in Hu days, and the Qiangdi Building is in the moonlight.
Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight!
9. "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Lai" Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
10, Tang Lu's Theory of Xia Sai Qu Er.
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
1 1, Song of the Plug, Part III, On Tang Lu.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
3. Describe the poetic beauty of foreign scenery
I have seen the dawn and dusk in the wilderness and windy hills.
It is as solemn and beautiful as the ancient slow Spanish melody;
I also met the April goddess who brought us daffodils in full bloom.
She also brought lush grass and gentle and warm April spring rain.
I have heard the songs of the flower season and the songs of the ancient sea.
I have seen a strange island under the white sail full of sea breeze;
God has given me many good news and beautiful colors, but the most is charming-
It is the lovely appearance of her voice, voice, eyes and curved red lips.
Spanish poet petofi "I would like to be a torrent".
I'd rather be the rapids,
mountainous
Rivers,
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Nest among the branches and sing.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut,
Be attacked by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove,
Blink slowly with pleasure.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Wandering around lazily,
As long as my lover
A coral sunset,
Next to my pale face, it shines brightly.
2
The furthest distance in the world from Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other but can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't be together when you know you love each other.
But obviously can't resist this yearning.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't resist this yearning.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
But with your indifferent heart to the person who loves you.
Dig an impassable ditch
love
Roy clift
I love you,
But because of your appearance,
But also because,
When I'm with you,
My appearance.
I love you,
But because of everything you did for me,
But also because,
For you,
What can I do?
I love you,
Because you can scream,
The truest part of me.
I love you,
Because you crossed the wilderness in my heart,
As easy as sunlight penetrating the crystal,
My stupidity, my weakness,
It hardly exists in your eyes.
The most beautiful place in my heart,
But it was lit up by your light.
Others are too lazy to go that far, and others think it is too much trouble to find it.
So everyone found my beauty,
So no one has been to my house.
4. What sentences are used to praise the beautiful scenery in Britain? People here are very polite, keep a certain distance when talking to each other, men are very gentlemen, and people here are particularly modest and conservative.
Although it is the capital of a country, London is not that big, but the people here are very kind. Here, you can take a boat or sail directly to enjoy the beautiful scenery on both sides of the middle river.
You can breathe fresh air, drink aristocratic afternoon tea and listen to European music here. How cozy it is. In the evening, you can go to the Grand Theatre to watch some European dramas, or walk in the parks in London with your lover or relatives, and you will see different night scenes.
5. Ask for a poem about English customs?
Simone, your tender hand was scratched, and you cried, but I smiled and said it was a miracle.
Simone, Hollyleaf has a sunny smile and came back to play with us in April.
Simon, the garden in August has a strong and gentle fragrance.
?
?
Her face is like a daisy,
If one day, in the wilderness, she wears a flowered skirt,
When the wind blew, she timidly pressed her sun hat on her head.
When the wind blew, her long blond hair was blown away, and her eyes were confused and happy.
I walked up to her in a white shirt and handed her a blooming daisy.
You and I are as pale as the sunset in late autumn, my Margaret.
?
?
Simone, put on your cloak and your black wooden boots, and we will sail into the fog.
?
?
Simone, go into the forest, the leaves have fallen,
Cover rocks, moss and paths.
?
Simon, do you like to hear footsteps on dead leaves?
How soft their colors are, how solemn their tones are,
What fragile fragments they are on the ground!
?
Come on: we will die with the dead leaves once.
Come on: it's night, and the night wind takes us away.
?
Simon, do you like to hear footsteps on dead leaves?
?
Simone, Simone, don't cry all night.
The rose ice in the garden collapsed in the rain.
be addicted to
The rain fell on the sick leaves.
Dead leaves accumulate sadness layer by layer.
A map along the blood vessels
Look for it and devour it.
Cry and confess.
That hides your forgetfulness, your burden and your fullness.
A word?
Or your amulet
Wear it on your chest.
You will have wings like moonlight.
Silver white
Flowing on the earth
So beautiful that everyone looks at you.
Simone, Simone, don't cry all night.
What disappeared just disappeared in my heart.
?
-from simone.
6. Ask for a poem about English customs. Simone, your tender hand was scratched, and you cried, but I smiled and said it was a miracle.
Simone, Hollyleaf has a sunny smile and came back to play with us in April. Simon, the garden in August has a strong and gentle fragrance.
Her face is like a daisy. If one day, in a wilderness, she wears a floral dress, and when the wind blows, she timidly presses the sun hat on her head. When the wind blows, her long blond hair is blown away, and her eyes are confused and happy. Wearing a white shirt, I walked up to her and gave her a blooming daisy. You and I are as pale as the sunset in late autumn, my Margaret.
Simone, put on your cloak and your black wooden boots, and we will sail into the fog. Simone, go into the forest, the leaves have fallen, and the stones, moss and paths are covered.
? Simon, do you like to hear footsteps on dead leaves? How soft their colors are, how solemn their tones are, and how fragile they are on the ground! Come on: we will die with the dead leaves once. Come on: it's night, and the night wind takes us away.
? Simon, do you like to hear footsteps on dead leaves? Simone, Simone, don't cry all night. In the rain, the rose garden collapsed and rose to addiction. Rain falls on the diseased leaves, and the dead leaves accumulate sadness layer by layer along the map of veins. In search, they devour and cry, while acknowledging the burden of hiding your destruction. Did you fill in your words? Or if you put the amulet on your chest, you will have moonlight wings, silvery white flowing on the earth, so beautiful that everyone looks at you. Simon, don't cry all night. What disappears just disappears in your heart.
7. Poems describing London entered the capital of red mist, and red mist in London was scattered along the Thames with the beautiful civilization of the British Empire.
This is an ancient city that embodies the glorious civilization of the British Empire.
The ancient civilization shines with Britain's once domineering ambition to conquer an empire that never sets.
The long history of 2000 is the history of ancient Britain. A beautiful red mist is filled with intoxicating fragrance.
The Thames, which stretches for more than 300 kilometers, moistens London's civilization with the dew of nature.
imperial capital
A huge museum
A huge stupid clock
The magnificent parliament building
Prosperous shopping center
The perfect combination of fashion and modernity
The mutual reflection of classicality and trend
The Century Star of Wealth and Dreams
Are contained in this red foggy city.
Stroll through London
It's like walking in the picture of ancient western civilization.
The magnificent scenery hides the vicissitudes of the ancient empire.
The magnificent architecture reflects the splendor of western civilization.
Red fog capital London
It is a cornucopia of wealth.
here
There are magnificent palaces.
The Royal Palace showed the world the once elegant demeanor of the British Empire.
A beautiful and wise British monarch
Abandoned the world.
Dumped England.
In the eyes of many British children
The Queen of England is a monarch and an amiable grandmother.
From the deep eyes of the queen of England's wisdom
With the dream of western civilization, I saw the rising sun of the British Empire in Ran Ran, the peak of the foggy city.
Walk into the magnificent Buckingham Palace
It's like walking into the British royal family.
The beautiful and charming British princess
In the history of Britain, romantic love handed down from generation to generation was written.
Handsome prince
Left a beautiful legend of Prince Charming in fairy tales in English civilization.
One British monarch after another.
With the ambition of conquest and the dream of empire.
Beautiful red foggy city
The history of the British Empire is scattered in a piece of red mist, scattered in the capital of this empire.
A piece of red mist, filled with the love of the British Empire, filled with this ancient land.
Ah, the red foggy city
It's red empire
On the blue coast, a history of western empire is written, sweeping vast expanse in the western world.
8. Modern foreign landscape poems Paris scenery
Debu (Algeria)
Dark clouds are spinning in the dark sky,
The ominous current sweeping the Seine,
Paris at dawn is gray and purple,
The night still stays in the gray-blue smoke.
Sometimes the sky still has a false calm.
So please help me through a difficult day,
You don't feel like you've lost your original identity,
Whose shadow slipped away from here.
The gas nozzle suddenly smelled of clover. ...
I saw-my angel flying on the earth,
Show me the road invisible to the naked eye.
Paris comforts you and will be closer soon. ...
I walk in the twilight of dawn. A milkmaid in Paris
Knock on the iron drum and sell milk quickly.
(Wesley Wang)