1. Poems about Lugu Lake
I have seen the vast, endless Dongting Lake; I have also seen the vast Taihu Lake, filled with mist; I have also seen the rippling blue waves. , the West Lake is always suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup; but what makes my heart move more is the dreamlike and mysterious Lugu Lake.
This summer, my mother and I were lucky enough to visit the magical Lugu Lake. She is like a blue pearl embedded in the mountains of Yanyuan County, Sichuan Province.
Standing on a high mountain and overlooking this plateau lake, there are six islands in the lake, graceful and graceful, with lush trees. The lake has rippling blue waves and is clear all year round, dotted with bathing flowers. The lake is surrounded by green mountains, dense forests, towering old trees, and gurgling water. It is like a fairyland on earth.
The painter said that Lugu Lake cannot be painted because the water is too blue and the painting looks fake; the writer said that the water of Lugu Lake can be directly sucked into the pen to write poetry, but the poem cannot describe its meaning. The photographer said that Lugu Lake cannot be shown through the lens, because the lens shows what is happening outside the door, and the beauty of Lugu Lake can only be felt but cannot be expressed in words. Indeed, it is a land that can arouse people's endless reverie. Quietness is the main theme of Lugu Lake. Standing by the lake, only the mountain wind blows one after another, pushing the ripples on the lake forward and forward.
A day in Lugu Lake, the scene changes constantly. In the early morning, there is morning mist on the mountains, green smoke on the lake, and faint red clouds. Under the dawn, the waves sparkle and the lake is silent. From time to time, boats shuttle through the gauze-like morning mist on the lake, disappearing and appearing. In the silence, sweet folk songs occasionally came. At noon, the breeze blows gently, ripples appear layer by layer, and the boat floats like leaves. In the evening, the evening wind pushed the huge waves and rolled the snow-white waves. At night, the stars fell into the bottom of the lake, and the surroundings were silent, as misty as a fairyland.
Lugu Lake, because of its natural, wonderful and quiet scenery, has become a paradise on earth and a tourist attraction. No wonder, Mr. Locke, the captain of the American expedition team, also expressed his sincere admiration: It is really a place suitable for living on earth.
Lugu Lake makes my heart beat. I look forward to meeting you again! 2. Request: Poems about traveling on the Yangtze River
As the river goes eastward, the waves are washed away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. "Reminiscent of Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Su Shi
The stars hang down on the plain and the fields are vast, and the moon surges and the river flows. Du Fu's "Expressing Feelings on a Night Journey"
The boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in. Du Fu's "Climbing High" < /p>
The shadow of the lonely sail is gone in the blue sky, but only the Yangtze River is seen flowing in the sky. Li Bai's "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling"
Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here. Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" < /p>
The mountains follow the plains and the fields end, and the rivers flow into the great rivers (Li Bai's "Farewell at Crossing Jingmen"
Reference materials:
\"The mountains follow the plains and the fields end, and the rivers flow into the great wilderness. \"-----[Tang] Li Bai
\"The rivers flow beyond the world, and the mountains are beautiful and beautiful\"-----[Tang] Du Fu
\" The long waves are rushing like waves, and the mountains are like being cut apart\"-----[Tang] Bai Juyi
\"The mountains follow the plains and the fields end, and the river flows into the wilderness\"-----[Tang] Li Bai
Reference materials: 3. Poems about plums and snow
1. The plums and snows are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so the poet spends his pen and commentary. The plums are half white, but the snow is not. The plum blossoms are fragrant.
2. There are several plum blossoms in the corner. Ling Han knows that there is no snow, but there is a faint fragrance.
3. The fragrance is falling and blooming alone. The beauty dominates the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk.
4. The frost birds steal their eyes when they want to come down, and the white butterflies are so happy that they sing together. You don't need a golden bottle made of sandalwood. 5. Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold. In the deep snow in the front village, one branch bloomed alone.
6. The delicate fragrance comes out, and the birds take a look at the beautiful scenery. The next year will be the first to reflect the spring stage.
7. The calyx contains snow at the beginning, and the fragrance is unique and extremely clear. I don’t know the cold.
8. The horizontal flute and the sorrowful listening, the oblique technique depends on the disease. Cold. The road is out of the cold clouds, and people are returning to the dusk snow. 4. Poems about Jiayuguan
Poems about Jiayuguan
Guan Shanyue
(Li Bai)
The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of ??clouds blows across the Yumen Pass. p>
No one has returned from the battle.
The garrison looked at the border town with a sad look on its face.
This night, the tall building was full of sighs. /p>
"Out of the Fortress" - Wang Zhihuan
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds,
There is an isolated city in Wanren Mountain
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows?
The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass
Fortress
Hu Su
The Han family’s divine arrows are fixed on the Tianshan Mountains, and the fireworks are thousands of miles apart.
Qili invited the alliance to drink gold and dagger wine, and the general returned to lie down at Yumen Pass.
Mr. Yun Shen's demonic atmosphere is gone, and Xue Zhao returns to explore and ride leisurely.
The five baits have already achieved the king's victory, and there will never be any cunning fights to reach Tianyan.
I heard about the ancient Yuguan Pass in the mountains and seas. Today, I have a wide view when I walk through it; the vast expanse of huge waves is endless, and it is difficult to cross the cliffs of Qianxun.
The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. (Wang Changling: "Four of Seven Songs on the Military March")
Immediately looking at Qilian, there are strange peaks reaching into the sky. Walking west to pick up Jiayu, there are no clear clouds. (Ming Dynasty. Chen Di's "Qilian Mountains")
Qigu. Autumn view of Jiayuguan
The dusk rain at the frontier fortress promotes frost in autumn, and the yellow flowers compete with each other in the fields.
The most beautiful thing is that the beacon is standing in the world, and the long smoke falls and shines on the cloud head.
Langtaosha. Jiayuguan
The snow is dancing, the frozen clouds are low, and the clouds are changing. The cornices and pavilions are as tall as the sky. The iron horse glacier hears the watchman, the wind blows the flag.
Admire a brick of mud and look at Anxi from a distance. Travelers along the ancient Silk Road are sparse. I dreamed of going to Kunlun to look for a hermit, and then discussed the meaning of Zen.
Qijue. Yongjiayu Pass
The north and south of Guan Mountain are competing for supremacy, and the clouds are overwhelming the mountains and the snow is heavy on the peaks.
At dusk, the swallows return late, and the resentful locks sing in the desert wind.
Ancient Style. Jiayuguan Yin (two poems)
One
Climbing Jiayuguan in Autumn
The sky is high and the clouds are far away
< p> Looking up at the ancient passStill looking at the face of a strong man
Picking up broken arrowheads
Feeling cold all of a sudden
The ancient world of Yiwu
My thoughts are lost and confused
Part 2
The misty sky in the Gobi desert
I can’t stop crying at the thought of moving abroad
Admire the writings of the sages
The sunset is full amid the sound of camel bells
Qilu. Ode to Jiayuguan
The poplar euphratica has old leaves but are still green, and the Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers are in full bloom in the garden.
Thousands of willow trees are planted to dominate the desert, and thousands of miles of peaks are planted to bow to the Great Wall.
Steel flowers are more beautiful than spring flowers. How can the ancient moon be as bright as the moon now?
Don’t be afraid of the miserable land west of the river, with towers blocking the movement of clouds everywhere!
Breaking the journey. Touring Jiayuguan
The Great Wall rises to the west, and the frontier locks and keys are powerful.
The overhanging wall stretches vertically in the mountains, riding the horse and whipping the first hurdle.
Light hoofs and heavy ruts.
The war drums beat again and again, and the cheers were heard in bursts.
The heaven and the earth are watching the strange formation, the momentum of the iron horse and the golden sword is still there,
The soul of the warrior on the battlefield.
Bu Suanzi. Jiayuguan
Baizhang Weixiong Pass,
Stars hang from the corner of the building.
The city wall is far away from the sky,
The clouds are flying over the wall.
The moon is like a hook on an autumn night,
The wind and snow stay together forever.
No more looking at the smoke of the past,
The willows in the east wind are reeding the flute. 5. Famous poems about cuckoos
1. "Farewell to Prince Li of Zizhou" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of valleys have towering trees, and thousands of mountains ring with the sound of cuckoos.
It rains all night in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost the cloth, and the Ba people sued the taro fields.
Wen Weng translated professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
Translation: Ancient trees tower into the sky in thousands of valleys, and cuckoos sing in the depths of thousands of mountains.
The spring rain in the mountains continued all night, and hundreds of springs flowed from the tops of the trees.
Han women worked hard to weave and pay taxes, while Ba people had little land and litigated to fight for land.
I hope you will carry forward the political achievements of Wen Weng and work hard to live up to the forefathers.
2. "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng/Zigui" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
In the Shu Kingdom, I once heard the birds Zigui, and azaleas were also seen in Xuancheng.
One cry, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months of memories of Sanba.
Translation: I once saw cuckoo birds in Shu Kingdom, and saw cuckoo flowers in Xuancheng.
The cuckoo cries once, and my tears flow once, heartbroken. The bright spring of March, I always think about my hometown of Sanba.
3. "Old Man's Song of Picking Jade" by Li He, Tang Dynasty
When picking jade, the water must be green, and the jade can be carved with lustful steps.
I am hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure.
In the rainy night, the head of the mountain eats wild rice, the cuckoo bleeds in the mouth and the old man sheds tears.
The water of Blue Creek hates living people, and I will hate the stream for thousands of years.
The cypresses on the leaning mountain are roaring in the wind and rain, and the rope hanging from the foot of the spring is green.
The white house in the cold village is dedicated to the baby, and the intestines are hanging on the stone slabs of the ancient terrace.
Translation: Migrant workers are constantly picking jade, trying to pick the precious water green. They are just jewelry carved into noble ladies, to dress up their appearance.
The old man came to pick jade due to hunger and cold, and the commotion made the dragon in the water feel sad. The blue water of the blue stream has also been stirred up and turned turbid.
On the hill in the dark and rainy night, the old man had no choice but to eat hazelnuts to satisfy his hunger. The cuckoo cried plaintively and cried blood, just like the sad tears of an old man.
The deep and dangerous Blue Creek has swallowed many jade miners alive. The unjust soul buried in the water still resents Lanxi even after a thousand years.
On the steep and sloping hillside, the cypress trees roared, the wind was fierce and the rain was violent. The old man hung a rope around his waist, hanging straight from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the Blue River.
I am mentally concerned about the whimpering of the delicate and weak girl in the hut in the cold village. Looking at the hanging grass on the cliff steps, the old man felt extremely sad.
4. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years.
Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke.
Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
5. "Midnight Song: The Third Moon" by He Zhu, Song Dynasty
At the third watch of the moon, the pear blossoms and snow are shining in the courtyard. The pear blossoms and snow are so miserable that the cuckoo cries blood.
How could the king and his grandson be so silent? They could only say goodbye on the soft mulberry road. Swallowing farewell, water flowing from the head, sobbing for others.
Translation: The late night moonlight illuminates the pear blossoms in the courtyard like white snow in winter, and the feelings of lovesickness are indescribably sad, just like the cries of a magpie crying for blood. Why is there no news from the wanderer who is far away? At that time, I held back my tears and said goodbye to you on the path lined with soft and mulberry trees. Only the flowing water from the long head seems to know my thoughts, and it makes a gurgling sound as if it is crying for me.
6. "Jinling Station" by Wen Tianxiang in the Song Dynasty
When the grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, where can the solitary cloud drift?
The scenery of mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city walls have changed.
The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who are the swallows flying next to in my old home?
From now on I will leave Jiangnan Road, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood.
The picture of Jin Ou losing its strength thousands of miles away, his clothes turned upside down and covered with mud.
Du Yu's voice was bleeding in the air, and Lilong's beard was half removed.
As I grow old, the autumn wind blows me away, and I dream about the cold moon shining on me alone.
Thousands of years of success and failure are all in the dust, disappearing into the world and talking about a husband.
Translation: In the palace covered by weeds under the sunset, where is your destination?
The great rivers and mountains of the motherland are no different from before, but the people have become subjects of foreign rule.
The reed flowers all over the ground have aged like me, the people have been displaced, and the country has perished.
Now I have to leave this familiar old place. From now on, there is no hope of returning south. Let my soul return after my death!
The country was ruined because there was no grand plan. Even Emperor Deyou bowed to a foreign tribe and became a vassal, just like falling into mud from the sky.
Deyou has become the king of the country. Even if the cuckoo cries until the corner of his mouth bleeds, he is homeless, and the little emperor also died an untimely death.
I am getting old, and the autumn wind makes me feel bad. When I wake up from a dream, the cold moon shines on the lonely person.
In the long history, temporary success or failure is nothing. What deserves the most attention is to be praised as a man. 6. Poems about Huang Qiao
Collection of words and phrases about Huang Qiao's dusk
Words describing dusk are:
The sunset is colorful, the light and shadow are mottled, the sunset is dotted, the sunset is on the west mountain. The sun sets in the west like blood, smoke rises from the kitchen, birds return to the forest, the lanterns begin, the night falls, the sun sets in the west, the sun sets in the west, the sun sets in the west, the sun sets in the west, the sunset glows all over the sky, the setting sun melts gold, the sun fades in the west, the sun thins in the west, the sun fades in the west, the wind lingers in the west, the twilight is vast, the twilight scenery is still light, the twilight is dull, the twilight is dim
Poems describing dusk include:
1. Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
2. Jiang Hui saw Shuanghuabiao and knew it was the Xiguo Gate of Xunyang. Three or four miles into the lone boat, water smoke, sand and rain were approaching dusk.
3. Your Excellency Silun's writing is quiet, and the bell and drum towers are carved with long inscriptions. Who is my companion when I sit alone at dusk? Ziweihua versus Ziwei Lang.
4. At dusk, the tide goes down and the sand is bright in the south. The moonlight covers the sand and the autumn snow clears. There is no water, no smoke, and the plain jade fields are cold and empty.
5. There is noisy singing and dancing in the painting hall, and no one comes and goes to watch. I have been accompanying you on the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk.
6. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and trees full of cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks.
7. The smoke from the ancient locust tree is thin, and the crows are sad at night. They stand alone in the ditch at dusk. Looking at the southern country, I thought about it far away, and a new group of geese went to Tingzhou.
8. The mist is thick and the clouds are gloomy forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Sentences describing dusk include:
1. The setting sun leaves a long shadow, blood red. ...The sky quickly darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Over the citrus groves and narrow melon fields; the sun is the purple of pressed grapes, mixed with burgundy red.
2. Every evening, there are thick clouds and mist hanging in the sky. The setting sun can only take advantage of a little gap to shoot out streaks of crimson glow, like fish swimming in the sea. Occasionally, Rolling golden scales.
3. There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with the dishes from various warm dining tables, blending into a special smell. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. It is always warm, down-to-earth, and reunited.
4. The sky was getting dark, the setting sun was like blood, and the haze slowly enveloped the entire XX Mountain. There was only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood on the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Even though it was summer, But he still felt a chill. He stood there quietly and silently, as if nothing existed.
5. There is always no sense of boundaries in the evening. The sky should be dark or not; the lights should be turned on or not? The curtains should be closed or not
6. The evening sun passed through
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1. Poems about Plum Blossoms:
Anshi, King of Plum Blossoms
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
2. Poems about Pine Song
Song Dynasty.
Sometimes thunderstorms shake the sky and the earth, and it is suspected that the blue dragon is fighting alone.
3. Bamboo Poetry
Bamboo Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie)
One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.
4. Chrysanthemum poems
"He Guo Zhubu" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks.
With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best in the world.