A poem about the ever-flowing green water 1. Poetry about green mountains and green waters.
1 Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road goes west,
The sun went down,
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard lock clear autumn,
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
4 Passing by an old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran
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. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
5 Yi people Zheng:
Tang Fang is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft will not get lost in the wind.
A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.
There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.
It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.
Answer the deputy magistrate Wei
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.
I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than going home? .
The wind blows me, and the moon shines on me.
It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! .
clear stream
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream.
Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees.
The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Wangtianmen mountain
Lipper
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River,
Higashi Shimizu flow by this time.
Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite.
Lonely sails come from the sun.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
2. The green hills remain unchanged and the green waters are endless. What was the previous sentence?
Looking for a bosom friend in the mountains and flowing water
-The rhythm of snow
The mountains are still the same, and the water is still long? What happened to Boya? How's Zi Qi?
Purple memories spin in the sky and clouds, and colorless souls roam in the vicissitudes of life.
Green water gurgling, mountains echoing, full of charm, stirring. ...
White clouds overhead, sitting on the floor, dancing with ten fingers, slowly gathering and turning around.
Castle peak hugs you, running water moistens him, and the breeze caresses me.
Avoid the noise of the world of mortals and sing true and pure kindness and affection!
Elegant violinist,
Playing the charm of being indifferent, romantic and elegant,
Singing the spirit of happiness, tranquility and freedom.
Beautiful melody reverberates between Xiushan and Lishui,
Play on the earth and heaven by visiting.
Play with feelings and listen to bitterness.
A thousand dollars is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find.
Envy Boya, the fairy meets the zither;
Poor Boya, sad for losing the strings.
Play for your bosom friend. Without a bosom friend, what's the use of the piano?
When the heart is full of music, who will listen to the broken string?
The piano is broken. Count off.
Tears in my eyes, screaming in the sky, pouring my heart into the broken piano;
Fragments of the heart turned into white clouds, floating in the vast sky. ...
Castle peak remains the same, green water keeps going!
3. It is better to be a complete person than to be a jingle of spring, red mountains and green hills.
Red Square was written by Di Qing.
Spring doesn't suit me every year.
Green reflects the coldness of waterfowl,
Monks think my clothes are narrow.
Unconsciously knocked over the crane nest,
Change the piano and move the rubber columns.
Catch the green water, the dragon shadow comes,
The splash moves with the fish eggs.
At the sound of cold chicken,
Fireflies fly out of rotten grass.
Tea songs are long and messy,
Spring breeze people filled the yard with empty pillows.
Green deer stay away from the ground,
The mountain leans against the autumn sky, and the sword is bright.
Stop looking for the prince,
There should be many waist-casting sickles.
Green circles spring waves to attract Chenopodium,
Water in the north and water in the south.
Let the snow stay on your chest,
The warbler came to the threshold.
4. Use the red spring, the green hills will not change, and the green water will flow forever. Make a jingle, preferably a trick.
Jiuhua red fork spring outing,
Chunshen returned 3,000 guests.
The blue robe is not only new,
Only rare birds are cherished in the mountains.
Don't be ungrateful to the visit of cadres,
There should be many waist-casting sickles.
As soon as the castle peak passes,
Crystal curtains move and the breeze rises.
For a long time,
The fairy cave flies with water.
Red makeup is everywhere, and cigarettes are good.
The spring warbler is in the sky without company.
Qingshan is old and still alive.
The white catfish sings the mountain pond in the night fog.
I can't stand loneliness,
Change the piano and move the rubber columns.
The green pipa plays snow,
Waterbird love is like this bird.
The long ditch re-cuts the buried clouds,
The running water bypassed the dam.
5. "The green hills don't change, and the green waters flow forever. See you later. "
From Bai Juyi's poem Parting
Bai Juyi, parting
In late autumn, the words leave, and the cold wind blows the leaves all over the stream.
I was so generous in my chest that I turned around and burst into tears.
The green hills don't change into flowing water, but the bright moon is still thin.
Forever and ever, there is an end, but this endless sadness is endless.
Translation:
Say goodbye in late autumn, the cold wind blows and the stream is full of fallen leaves.
I was filled with emotion in my chest and turned to say something. My clothes were wet with tears.
The castle peak does not change, the water keeps flowing, the moon remains the same, and the stars are becoming scarce.
Things that last forever sometimes disappear, but this hatred is eternal.
Extended data:
Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu".
Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, various forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.
6. Poems about water green
1. The water is sparkling and silky. The pebbles on the river intersect with the water and make a gurgling sound of running water. The fresh river mud on the clear water surface is illuminated by the sun, and every side is endowed with vitality by nature.
2, the moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light is jumping in the air, just like the sea. Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Summer clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River. Fish scale microwave, green river water, add clouds.
This is an ordinary and beautiful river. The river is crystal clear, flowing quietly, shining with stars in the sunshine. She flowed day and night and gradually disappeared at the corner of the mountain. Seen from a height, it surrounds the mountain like a beautiful belt.
There is a magnificent waterfall between two shady mountains. The rushing water rushes down, like a roaring wild horse breaking through the clouds, and like a fairy covered with silver gauze in myth, it shines in the sunset.