It's getting dark, and on both sides of the river, it's already a little bit of fishing and fire competition.
2. When the sun rises, the red flowers in the river win the fire, and the vast scene is new for a while. The water surface is flat and the cloud feet are low, and the water village is full of wine flags.
-Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
3. Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, Yuanyang sleeps in the warm sand, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
The garden can't be closed in spring. Among the petals of ten thousand pear trees, there are many terraces in the misty rain, and there are white sand dikes in the shade. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
5. Stand proudly on a high rock and go to Qiu Lai. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, and the old tree stands gloomily; The microwave of fish scales can hear their songs, and the autumn rain hits the face. Sunset is the wings of time, and this song rings with the chirping of autumn insects.
65438+ Everything was silent, except for the long and sharp flute from the other side of the river, which broke the suffocating silent night sky and added endless tranquility. In the autumn wind, the faint river water is sparkling under the lights on the other side of the river or the starlight overhead, which is a quiet autumn night picture. The cool wind makes every nerve feel unspeakable comfort.
2. In the past, I often walked with my friends by the lake in my hometown. At that time, the evening breeze was particularly kind and free and easy! Sitting in the half-moon pavilion by the lake, drinking bean jelly at will and watching the lights set off the desk, although it is not as magnificent as in the past, the unique feeling of antique makes it easy for me to enter a long-lost free and easy dream! On the lake, there are several boats floating from time to time, which adds a little movement to this picture! I am casual in the wind; I am free and easy in the rain; I'm here, I miss you very much!
On the evening tide smoke by the river, crows in the trees are ringing.
Nothing is without reason, just like a gardener, ten acres of spring vegetables and a quinoa stick. -Lu Guimeng (Tang)
4. Without the enthusiasm of the wind, there would be no waves of the sea. Accept the baptism of the wind and enjoy the embrace of the sea.
If you look at the blue sea, you will want to see the white sails. We looked at each other by candlelight, and before Shan Ye was dispersed by the evaporation of water vapor from the sun, the sun set in the western hills, like a country girl, with bare trunks and branches scattered; However, the yellow leaves have painted the fields with withered colors, while the stars in the Milky Way are more brilliant and crystal clear.
2. Sentences describing riverside scenery Poems describing spring scenery.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
-Du Fu's quatrains
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
-Du Fu's quatrains
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
-Zhu's Spring Day
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Spring came before dawn, and birds sang everywhere around me, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the lack of eastward travel in the lake and the white sand embankment in under the greenwood tree.
Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
3. One of the blues, blues and blues (prose poems) that urgently needs beautiful paragraphs: autumn is high above, and the bottom of the water is within reach; You are far away and close at hand.
Loneliness drags a long shadow, like a long pole standing at the water's edge and standing obliquely above the shallow waves. The lone goose flapped its wings in the wind, like a stone, a whistling arrow higher than the sky, and escaped into the boundless sky.
Move the flowers away from your lips and gather the light to the dark core bit by bit; Hide fruit at the wrong time. Overnight, flowers bloom and fall, and dew becomes frost.
Like a lamp in the west wind, like a ray of starlight between your long hair, the chorus of autumn flies is fast and profound. Rotten grass is a firefly, this low-flying sigh, this blown feather of life, makes the season stop in sleepwalking.
"I will disclose all the truth at any time." Above the prosperity, the butterfly's wings hide in the sunset, hide in its own beauty, and wander.
In autumn, I gently blow myself. The second blues melancholy: Xiangjiang is like a blind child, loving the tears at birth.
Xiangjiang River, I love the rain you collected from the sky, the singing of the liquid folded in the ribs, and the support of large areas of wild flowers and stars on both sides. Water is the life of love, and love is blue water.
The Xiangjiang River born for the shore and the dream king born for the Xiangjiang River have pulled out the blue flame, all the mud in the world and the quietly pregnant clam shell from their hearts in ordinary years. It's just my wishful loneliness.
Choosing water to live is like choosing a long-term love or suffering. The sound of oars and waterfowl beat the wet wings in the blood together.
A woman who draws water, like a butterfly on a flower, drinks water gracefully by the river. A drop of water, in the early morning microwave, conveys all the loneliness and affection of a river; The ever-spreading moisture can nourish all the anger and gentleness of the river.
Like a wooden bucket in my mother's hand, I can scoop up the sunset of the river and the watch I wrote on the sunset photos; A small drift bottle can take away my lifelong grievances or kindness with a seaweed. It's autumn, Xiangjiang River! Autumn is here! A river flows outside the river; A ship is moored outside a ship; You and I are wearing the same thin skirt ... Blues Melancholy III: Mawangdui (original) Mawangdui If, you can sprinkle a handful of salt on the lacrimal gland in front of my eyes. If you can add another spring to the horse that carries time, I can also seal myself as a dried fish with amnesia and a desolate wasteland. If, you can hang another lantern on my surname, from a poor family. You can leave one more shadow in the snowy twilight. I will vomit for thousands of years and sing farewell songs. The broken bones of the flower were wrapped in huge white cocoons, and the body was as smooth as a dream. Who are the lonely tears that fall on the petals of butterflies? Caring for the constant beauty and sadness in Mawangdui, the bare porcelain in the empty exhibition hall is illuminated by snow light, broken by the beauty that keeps blooming or dying, and does not touch a world of sound. In the dream, an agarwood dress of a rotting corpse is still as loving as the classic love in the past. Remove the vicissitudes of the back of the hand. Bruce and Bruce 4: stagnant water and returning to stagnant water and returning to lost water will come back. Will return to a pile of wheat straw piled up in autumn, will look up at the broken blood vessels or rivers in the body, will return to the moonlight, will return to the lyrical roof of cooking smoke to illuminate a childhood or love concert wrapped in an old handkerchief, will return to the piano cover cut by time, will return to the forefinger and spiral flowers with a fruit in a wide robe, and will return to the whirlpool of smile to create an unexpected wandering or injury. Spring will come back. I will go back to the high notes in G major and cut off the happiness or sadness of the soil. I will come back at night, and I will go back to my loose gums and spit out dust during the day. The dead who sleep or wake up will come back, and I will return to the displaced ant colony to save the quiet and white life on the porcelain bottle.
4. Praise a good word on the banks of the Tonghe River: the river is wide, the water is wide, the waves are rough, the blue waves are deafening, the green water is endless, like a thousand miles of green water, like a rippling brook, the stream meanders and gurgles, the spring flies with snow and the jade beads splash. The water curtain hangs scattered beads, the fog sounds like thunder, the water is swift, and the clear water flows like a mirror, resulting in clear and clear beads and jade. The water on the mountain flows like a mirror.
There are countless reefs in the middle of the river and many new rocks. Whenever the waves gather there, Ma Benteng will get noisy. Waterfalls rush down like silver satin and veils. When the wind blows, smoke is like fog, and water drops fall, such as light rain in Bai Mei.
When the blue sky is in Wan Li, the peaks hang upside down in the clear clear water, and the rocks and shadows set each other off. The lake is quiet, like an infinite emerald, shining with beautiful luster.
The river seems to be boiling, full of bubbles and waves. Yingying Lake has been rippling to the feet, but it slowly recedes, like a loving mother patting a baby who can't sleep.
Wave after wave, the river is constantly scouring the rocks on the shore, and the scouring is very smooth. The lake is like shiny black velvet, shining in the quiet night.
The lake is motionless, like a can of strong wine. The fishing fire and the bright moon make the Wusuli River roll like Jin Lang, like thousands of silver snakes swimming.
The rainbow reflects the blue sky and the cool wind blows gently. The beautiful scenery on both sides of Jialing River is even more touching. Jialing River is like a dark green satin, quivering slightly in the moonlight.
The Lijiang River in front of us, like a black ribbon, emits hazy light. The surging Jinsha River is like a swaying golden dragon.
The sleeping Songhua River is still dreaming a beautiful dream and snoring like thunder. As soon as the breeze blows, the Yalu River will wave and make a rhythmic sound, like a piece of music, which sounds very pleasant.
Like its mother, Minjiang River nourishes this vibrant land, irrigates crops and nurtures people. The river is surging, like an arrow leaving the string, like a runaway horse, like a tiger coming out of the mountain.
The river broke through the mountain wall and rushed down; Pentium noisy river, such as hanging waterfall, diarrhea in Wan Li. The river seems to be boiling, full of bubbles and waves.
A trickle, gathered in endless rivers; The river is silky and slightly swaying. Looking around, Jiangxia River flows eastward like the Milky Way in the sky.
On the vast river, the shadow of the mountain tower is rippling in smoke waves. Rolling the Yellow River, breaking through icebergs, cutting through snowfields, it is difficult and tortuous, and it takes thousands of miles a day.
The ancient Yellow River twists and turns, and the rich Hetao nestles in the wide and warm embrace of the mother Yellow River, which breeds a splendid Hetao culture and nurtures generations of simple and hardworking Hetao people. The water of the Yellow River, like a group of galloping horses in a narrow canyon, was squeezed into the river channel only 50 to 60 meters wide in the middle of the river beach and fell straight down.
The ancient Sanggan River has broad silver waves and hazy sunset glow. Huaihe River, like a jade ribbon, floats on the golden carpet of the Central Plains. Like a green jade belt, it is tightly tied to the robe of the giant.
The blue and clear ancient canal, like a beautiful blue satin, flows slowly all year round. The reddish-brown river, like a waterfall, poured down from the upstream canyon, hitting the rocks and splashing waves more than ten feet high, which was deafening.
The evening breeze beats the waves, and the soft sound of water sounds like someone shaking a silver chain and jingling.