The Fujian garrison is the same today as in the past.
The old base is still there,
Remembering the hero under the sunshine stone.
(Gulangyu Island, Xiamen)
Cai Yuanpei-Tianfeng Town is full of powerful waves and commanding. Worms, sand, apes and cranes are sometimes exhausted, and righteousness cannot be washed away.
Gulangyu notes
(Yunnan) Yu Jian
I slow down here.
I want to express my feelings here.
I accept romanticism here.
I followed the patrol to the seaside.
Like/kloc-knights of the 0/9th century.
Singing between the old house and the beach
Praise roses and nightingales.
Another piano died.
The sea continues to play.
A stranger with an umbrella stood on the shore.
Leading a dog made of fog
Hai Wa threw his yellow slippers on the beach.
We thought it was a ship.
Dajielao pearls
Do you know Ms. Shu Ting?
She knows contemporary poetry.
Deeper than chen more.
A group of cats occupied the old house.
Inheritor aristocratic demeanor
Wanderers go far away.
Become humble and illiterate
Blue hair has just been straightened.
White hair rolled up.
Beethoven made a curtain call with the storm.
Chopin stepped onto the stage in the moonlight.
The screen opener screamed in the sea.
I vaguely think of peacocks.
So I was silent.
2. Describe the ancient poems in Xiamen. These poems are all modern:
1. Eight Scenes in Xiamen
Old Tiger Creek jathyapple watches floods every day, and five old people live forever.
White deer smoke chickens sing, and the staff is the dragon in the sky.
2. Seven Methods in Xiamen (six songs)
Inscription: Xin Weichun came here, and Geng Yinqiu revisited his old place. It's been twenty years.
Look at Xiamen again.
Walking in autumn, I went to Xiamen and had several dreams. Taste the fishing fire and add new light. Now I see Mori Rong continuing his old roots. Flowers bloom after falling, but the tide has gone without a trace. It's not enough to be homesick.
Revisit Jimei
A flag flutters, reflecting five continents, and the stars shine brightly for thousands of years. I can't bear to dance with Maruko when I feel homesick, so I can't worry about going to the countryside. Education is not only to promote Ludao, but also to cover the coffin. I still miss my return. I am alone in front of the door day and night.
Re-board Gulangyu Island
I remember when the grass was green and deep, and the tide was heard on the sunlight rock. Recently, I heard the sound of waves and drums piercing the stone, and I read the tears in Penghu from a distance. The old museum has no piano, the fresh air has rhyme, and the sea is singing. The distant mountain peaks are swaying outside the frost, and now they are climbing high and looking around.
Boating in Xiamen Sea
The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sea is vast, the clear water is boundless, and jade beads are everywhere. Looking at Jinmen not far away, I turned around and Ludao became a neighbor. Clouds and boats break the waves to renovate the pages, and seagulls fly to attract old friends. A piece of Xia Guang straddles both banks, and Qian Fan competes to welcome the new morning.
Guanhulishan fort
Lock the key to the southeast Huli Mountain and stick to Xiamen for a hundred years. But when I heard those three huge shots, I almost laughed. Why sigh the silver flower hairpin iron wall, should mourn the jade decoration wind. It is appropriate to take digital photos, and this scene should not be deleted.
Walk into Yongding tulou
The mountains embrace people and the water is quiet, and the Hakka people dream of Hakka buildings. Cooking smoke is still sweet and bitter, and patio should hide happiness and sorrow. The world of floating dust is empty, and joys and sorrows tamp the earth wall. Mild winds are only available in spring, and this place is here all the year round.
3. Gulangyu Island in Xiamen
I only have one hand to make up for heaven, and so does the Eighth Route Army in Fujian today.
The old base is still there, remembering the heroes under the Sunlight Rock.
4. Gulangyu Notes
Yu Jian (Yunnan)
Here I slow down, here I want to express my feelings, here I accept romanticism, here I follow the patrol to the sea, like a knight in the19th century, singing between the ancient house and the beach, praising roses and nightingales.
Another piano died, and the sea continued to play.
The stranger with an umbrella is standing by the sea, holding a dog made of fog.
Hai Wa threw his yellow slippers on the beach. We thought it was a boat, the elder sister who fished pearls, and knew Ms. Shu Ting. She knows more about contemporary poetry than chen more.
A group of cats occupied the old house, inherited the aristocratic demeanor, and the wanderer went far away and became a humble illiterate.
As soon as the hair was straightened, the white hair rolled up, Beethoven made a curtain call with the storm, and Chopin took the stage in the moonlight.
The screen opener screamed in the sea, and I vaguely remembered the peacock, so I was silent.
3. What are the words that praise Xiamen's scenery? Water and sky are one color, lakes and mountains are beautiful, flowers are blooming, spring is beautiful, thousands of stones are particularly enchanting, peach blossoms are flowing, greenery is dripping, lush, flowers are in full bloom, and spring is sultry.
Sentence: If I were a composer, I would use notes to convey the endless waves in Xiamen. If I were a painter, I would paint the charming scenery of Xiamen with a brush. If I were a poet, I would express my infinite affection for Xiamen with poetry.
The night view of Xiamen is like a dreamland, fascinating and fascinating. Everything is so poetic ... the sky in Xiamen is the most versatile child I have ever seen. Sometimes he is dark and obscure because he is unhappy, and sometimes he laughs like a flower when he is praised. Sometimes quiet and gentle like a sensible lady, sometimes noisy like a naughty urchin. I only have one hand to make up for heaven, and so does the Eighth Route Army in Fujian today.
The old base is still there, remembering the heroes under the Sunlight Rock. All-powerful town Haitao, command if the clouds are high.
Insects, sand, apes, and cranes are sometimes exhausted, and the righteousness cannot be scoured. Rites, music, clothes, culture, Confucius and Mencius.
Nanshan blooms and the East China Sea brews clouds. That day, the day when the comet crossed the sky, it was like, like a dreamy landscape. This is an unparalleled beautiful scenery.
The most abundant element in the landscape is a little innocent sunshine. That's the scenery that Monrich flew over: a love that consumes everything, the clouds are low at dusk, and the tired birds return late.
The rainy lane of Xiamen street has been walking for 20 years like a memory. A tileless apartment is waiting for him at the bottom of the lane, and a lamp is in the rain window upstairs, waiting for him to go back. Through meditation after dinner, I sort out the memories deep in my hair. Dust is separated from the ocean.
The old house is gone. Listen to the cold rain.
Xiamen, a slightly decorated and natural city! Living in Xiamen, you will deeply feel the tolerance of a city. Xiamen is a place full of sea breeze, which soothes all the sad past.
Even my thoughts are wet. Going home every day, it is a dream to walk into the rain and wind from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street.
Hai, a native of Xiamen, is a musician, novelist and dancer. Behind her, everything is the past except the blue sky.
I didn't know how blue it was until I went to Xiamen. The beauty of nature is never a secret.
4. Describe the ancient poems in Xiamen. These poems are all modern: 1. Seven Wonders: Eight Scenes in Xiamen, Tiger Creek in jathyapple, watching floods in the sun, and five old people living in the sky.
White deer smoke chickens sing, and the staff is the dragon in the sky. 2. Xiamen Seven Laws Inscriptions (six): Xin Weichun came here and Geng Yinqiu revisited it for more than 20 years.
I also saw Xiamen leave in autumn and went to Xiamen, where I had several dreams. Taste the fishing fire and add new light. Now I see Mori Rong continuing his old roots.
Flowers bloom after falling, but the tide has gone without a trace. It's not enough to be homesick.
Revisiting Jimei, one school flutters and reflects the five continents, and the stars shine in the future. I can't bear to dance with Maruko when I feel homesick, so I can't worry about going to the countryside.
Education is not only to promote Ludao, but also to cover the coffin. I still miss my return. I am alone in front of the door day and night.
Go to Gulangyu again, remember the grass is green and deep, and listen to the tide on the sunshine rock. Recently, I heard the sound of waves and drums piercing the stone, and I read the tears in Penghu from a distance.
The old museum has no piano, the fresh air has rhyme, and the sea is singing. The distant mountain peaks are swaying outside the frost, and now they are climbing high and looking around.
Boating in Xiamen, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and jade pearls are everywhere. Looking at Jinmen not far away, I turned around and Ludao became a neighbor.
Clouds and boats break the waves to renovate the pages, and seagulls fly to attract old friends. A piece of Xia Guang straddles both banks, and Qian Fan competes to welcome the new morning.
Check Hulishan battery lock key southeast Hulishan, and stick to Xiamen for a hundred years. But when I heard those three huge shots, I almost laughed.
Why sigh the silver flower hairpin iron wall, should mourn the jade decoration wind. It is appropriate to take digital photos, and this scene should not be deleted.
Walking into Yongding Tulou Mountain, holding people's water and holding them in seclusion, Hakka people dream of Hakka buildings. Cooking smoke is still sweet and bitter, and patio should hide happiness and sorrow.
The world of floating dust is empty, and joys and sorrows tamp the earth wall. Mild winds are only available in spring, and this place is here all the year round.
3. Gulangyu, Xiamen, only one hand can make up the sky, and the Eight Fujian Army is the same today. The old base is still there, remembering the heroes under the Sunlight Rock.
4. Notes on Gulangyu Yu Jian (Yunnan) Here I slow down, here I want to express my feelings, here I accept romanticism, here I follow the patrol to the sea, like a knight in the19th century, chanting between the ancient house and the beach, praising roses and nightingales E79FA5E9819331. Another piano died, and the sea continued to play.
The stranger with an umbrella is standing by the sea, holding a dog made of fog. Hai Wa threw his yellow slippers on the beach. We thought it was a boat, the elder sister who fished pearls, and knew Ms. Shu Ting. She knows more about contemporary poetry than chen more.
A group of cats occupied the old house, inherited the aristocratic demeanor, and the wanderer went far away and became a humble illiterate. As soon as the hair was straightened, the white hair rolled up, Beethoven made a curtain call with the storm, and Chopin took the stage in the moonlight.
The screen opener screamed in the sea, and I vaguely remembered the peacock, so I was silent.
5. Poetry, prose and songs about Xiamen:
Cai Tingkai-The old base area is still there, and the heroic spirit is remembered under the Sunlight Rock. Cai Yuanpei-Tianfeng Town is full of powerful waves and commanding. Worms, sand, apes and cranes are sometimes exhausted, and righteousness cannot be washed away. Zheng Chenggong-Confucius and Mencius articles. Nanshan blooms and the East China Sea brews clouds.
Americans:
Xiamen! I will see you again when I have a chance ... Author: Tu Xiangqi (Tu Xiangqi)
Zheng Chenggong, China's twin brother, Xiamen, a city with a long history, was connected with Taiwan Province Province in ancient times, and fought against the Netherlands and the Qing Dynasty based on Kinmen, defeating the Dutch colonists and benefiting the people of Taiwan Province Province.
Xiamen! China is an invaded city! Treaty of nanking, you were the first to be forced to open it.
How dare the Qing government not sign the Treaty of No War against Wang Xia in the United States?
Xiamen! New China is the earliest city of reform and opening up! Lai Changxing's red building has stood up to now, and there is a long way to go to fight corruption and promote honesty, which makes many people feel how many people want it!
Xiamen! You are the beautiful city of China! The sea breeze is blowing slowly, Gulangyu music is the sound of nature, and Chen Jiageng Deng Tingzhen ... constitutes a beautiful scenery!
Xiamen! You have too many stories! How are you getting along in Xiamen now? Xiamen! I'll see you again sometime. ...
Song:
Summer in Xiamen
The waves of Gulangyu Island
I hope you are satisfied ~-
6. Poems about Xiamen The Call of Xiamen-1. Back in the past, the memory of Xiamen is blue, just like the glass ball we played when we were young, covered with lonely sky blue brilliance, floating on the earth, uncomfortable like our fragile mood and the mystery of fragile fate. Look at that, a little bit, the lonely glass ball is so easily lost in Wang Yang, either by ourselves or by the fingers of the earth. Invisible little fingers are everywhere on the earth, like a sigh in a black hole, disappearing from our sight for no reason. Look what we did on this fragile glass ball. We eat game, waste water, spit in the garden, eat oil and coal. We haven't been able to fill our stomachs, so that unexpected accidents penetrated Xiamen's greed and darkness, and we lost our lust in the arms of money. Cutting down trees to surround the lake became our gift to the ocean, leaving only the remains of ancestors and the ashes of babies on the table in the future. What did we do to the blue glass ball? In our memory, Xiamen has a blue sky. There are clear water, egrets flying in the sky, white dolphins swimming in the ocean and unique pearls on the earth. She makes all cities jealous, because of blue, because of the sea, because of clouds and air. She is as fragile as fresh dew on petals. We are lovelorn and confused about the future. Babies take drugs, fetuses smoke, goldfish drink, and dreams are shattered. All these fragile feelings are not as fragile as this blue glass ball. What have we done with this blue glass ball? We regret reclaiming land from lakes and introducing risky projects. Oh, who spilled wine on the window? We paint the blackest black smoke on the whitest canvas and pour the dirtiest stains on the clearest water. We are healthy and beautiful, but the garbage we hate has already piled up on the beach by the river. As a man who loves Xiamen, we are so trembling with anger! ! ! Mushroom clouds touch the pain of darkness. Once upon a time, we were as naive as a blue glass ball. Mangroves, oceans and rainy blue sky suddenly turned into dangerous signals. Now, in our eyes, Xiamen is unique and fragile. On a dark night, Xiamen quietly shed tears, feeling lonely and speechless. Just touch her with your black hand and she will disappear forever. We killed an eagle. We protect chickens, but we respect plastic flowers and destroy bougainvillea. We drink a drop of modern wine and pay the tears of generations. We are just a group of people in Xiamen. Looking at Xiamen from memory. What have we done? Looking at Xiamen from memory. Protect our only eye! Protect our only eye! The call of Xiamen -2. Go away, my child with the bomb.
Now my mother has been denounced by the wind and rain. Scar is a memory that can't be left yesterday. Go anywhere with my love. Go and find the blue sky in Tibet. Go find the clear water in Sanya. Tell everyone I still love you. Now I'm tied up in an untimely bomb. The experts who came to examine me were full of confidence and boasted that everything was for the rapid development of the next generation in Xiamen. But I have more frostbitten children. When I leave, don't look back until my mother calls and says that I have escaped safely. At that time, I will welcome you back. My child, break a bougainvillea and leave with the seeds of phoenix flowers, with egrets and dolphins. Phone call to leave Xiamen with my blessing -3. The child called three times in a row After the bell rang, the receiver was still silent. I finally understood that it was you. You talk to me with the tears of your soul. I remember it was raining the night I sent you away. I kissed your faces trembling with sobs and said, Let's go, children. Don't come back with beautiful blue sky and clear water. You grew up far away. How are you? Are you married? Oh, stronger than an ox? My wife is very gentle. Okay, what are you doing now? You like exploring nature? And I found the blue sky and clear water, and I met Li Bai who indulged in the joy of mountains and rivers. Do you often go to bar parties? Why did you quarrel? Hey hey.
Call often when you are free. Don't worry, I ... also.
Okay (sobbing) It's windy. Is it cold there? Put on more clothes and don't catch the call of Xiamen -4. I want to go home and turn on the light. The lights are shining. We have no choice but to show great courage and force ourselves to leave and say goodbye with tears. I really want to say to you: mom, I don't want to go. I have no choice. In another light, we look up at the stars and think of you. You used to have such a view on your head. We hold on to the water, and we are suffering from missing. We looked up and pretended as if nothing had happened. How can this clear water and blue sky bury our love in the depths of your hometown? Wet handkerchiefs are dangling on the balcony, snoring like thunder, and backpacks that can't wash away dust are crying in a low voice beside the bed: "I'm so tired, I want to go home."
"Call Xiamen -5. Believe in the future. When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my windowsill, I sighed the sadness of poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful dew: Believe in the future. When my bougainvillea turned into dew in late autumn, when my phoenix tree swayed in the autumn wind, I still stubbornly wrote on the frosted vine: I believe in the future. I will hold the waves running towards the horizon with my fingers. The warm and beautiful pen that lives in the sea of the sun is swaying with the dawn. Write with a child's pen: I believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes that uncover the dust of history. Her students have seen through the chapters of the years. Regardless of people's doubts about our rotten meat, the pain of failure is to send moving tears, deep sympathy or a contemptuous smile. Bitter ridicule I firmly believe that people will give an objective and fair evaluation of countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments, my child. I firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, human nature that overcomes everything, the future, and love this clear water and blue sky.
7. What ancient poems describe Xiamen? 1. Gulangyu Notes.
Yu Jian
I slow down here.
I want to express my feelings here.
I accept romanticism here.
I followed the patrol to the seaside.
Like/kloc-knights of the 0/9th century.
Singing between the old house and the beach
Praise roses and nightingales.
Another piano died.
The sea continues to play.
A stranger with an umbrella stood on the shore.
Leading a dog made of fog
Hai Wa threw his yellow slippers on the beach.
We thought it was a ship.
Dajielao pearls
Do you know Ms. Shu Ting?
She knows contemporary poetry.
Deeper than chen more.
A group of cats occupied the old house.
Inheritor aristocratic demeanor
Wanderers go far away.
Become humble and illiterate
Blue hair has just been straightened.
White hair rolled up.
Beethoven made a curtain call with the storm.
Chopin stepped onto the stage in the moonlight.
The screen opener screamed in the sea.
I vaguely think of peacocks.
So I was silent.
2. Remember the hero under the sunshine stone
Cai Yuanpei
All-powerful wind can calm the waves, and if the commander sets the height of the clouds,
The Eight Fujian Army is the same today and the same in the past, and it can't wash away Gulangyu Island in Xiamen.
Leave one hand to mend nature.
The old base is still there. Bugs, sand, apes and cranes sometimes run out.
8. Poems describing Xiamen look like a paradise from a distance and a bank from a distance; Xiamen is like a prison, so it's better to go home and herd cattle and sheep.
Everyone says Xiamen is good, and everyone runs to Xiamen; Xiamen earns money and spends money in Xiamen, but has no money to send it home. It is said that the salary here is high and I have no money to buy toothpaste. It is said that the food here is good, and grass is added to it.
It is said that the environment here is good, and cockroaches and ants run around; It is said that the foreman here is very handsome, and everyone has a flat-headed pot cover. Work every year, worry every year, work overtime every day like a monkey; There is no reason to be scolded every day for working overtime without pay.
When you see the boss, you lower your head and shake your head when you get paid. By the end of the month, I was worried and didn't know when I would get ahead. The beauty of Siming, the Han in the lake, the rascal in the pedestrian street, the delusion of Haicang, the resentment of Tongan, and the lovers in the exhibition center.
Flowers in the ferry, grass in Qianpu, and monks in Xiamen University run all over the street. Handsome men in Gulang, wolves in Xinglin and hooligans in Xiang 'an are everywhere.