Su Shi, Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene
There are three or two peaches outside the bamboo.
South of quatrains
The clothes are wet and the apricot flowers are raining. Blowing your face is not cold.
Du Fu, a unique flower explorer by the river.
Wandering butterflies always dance. Free songbirds just crow.
Tang hanyu
The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far and near.
Give the ancient grass a farewell &; gt； Bai Juyi
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze.
[Tang] He
Jasper dressed up as a tree. Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
[Song] Wang Anshi
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Du Mu
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying green reflect rivers. Water town, mountain country, wine flag wind.
[Song] Zhu
It's always spring in my spare time.
[Song] Ye Shaoweng
You can't close the garden in spring. An almond came out of the wall.
2. Lyric Poetry in Spring: There are three or two peach blossoms outside Su Shi's bamboo in the late scene of Hui Chong's Chunjiang River. Spring river plumbing duck prophet. The south of the quatrain is wet with clothes. Blowing your face is not cold. Du Fu, looking for flowers by the river, danced from time to time while shooting butterflies. He is just chirping at home. Tang Hanyu's early spring rain in Tianjie is crisp as crisp. The grass looks close from a distance, but it is not. It's a farewell to the ancient grasses. > [Tang] Bai Juyi, the wildfire never used them up, and they grew tall again in the spring breeze. Liu Yong > [Tang] He Biyu dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hung in Guazhou > [Song] Wang Anshi was green. When will the bright moon shine on me? Jiang Nanchun's quatrains > [Tang] Du Mu's "Thousands of miles of green reflecting the river". Mountain fruit wine flag wind. [Spring] [Song] Zhu Yi knows the east wind. Colorful flowers are always in spring. It's not worth visiting the park > [Song] Ye Shaoweng can't be caged in spring. An apricot came out of the wall.
3. Lyrics praising spring. I have a date with spring.
raging flames
Gentle spring,
Come into my life.
Cold ice,
This seems to be a thing of the past.
Willow is wearing a brand-new green dress.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
The willow is twisted,
Soft waist,
What charming lines.
Shake it up,
Dance to your heart's content;
Pomegranate flowers put on pomegranate skirts,
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
Pomegranate blushes,
Laugh in the dark;
Swallows put on tuxedos,
Yao Yao flew in.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
Yan Wu,
Yan Wu,
Singing and dancing;
I came in a hurry,
Because I have an appointment with Spring.
4. Poems describing spring are full of people who don't know where to go, but Taohua is still laughing at the spring breeze "Chengtou is Nancun"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet.
In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming.
Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine flag wind "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"
Spring can't close the garden, and an almond comes out of the wall "not worth going to the garden"
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet of Chunjiang plumbing is "Hui Chong Chunjiang"
It's like a strong spring wind, which blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night and sends them to Wu.
When the sun rises, the flowers in the river beat the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.
Win the day and find the fragrance of Surabaya, and there is no end to the new "spring day"
It is spring before dawn, and birds are singing "Spring Dawn" everywhere around me.
Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying sings "One Step by the River" freely.
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud "Qiantang Spring Tour"
Jasper is dressed as a tree, and ten thousand pieces of moss tapestry hang down to "sing willow"
In the evening, the mountains in the spring breeze are beautiful and the flowers and plants are very fragrant.
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5. What are the spring tours of Qiantang Lake described in ancient poems?
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
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 beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Sentimentality in the landscape is the main feature of this poem. It not only writes a strong feeling of spring, but also writes a strong feeling of natural beauty. In the poem, feelings are attached to the scenery, and between the lines, the joyful and relaxed feelings and delicate and fresh feelings about the spring scenery of the West Lake are revealed.
"Spring" Song Zhuxi
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Seven-character quatrains in spring were written by Zhu in Song Dynasty. This poem describes the beautiful scenery of spring on the surface, but it is actually a philosophical poem, expressing the poet's good wish to pursue the way of being a saint in troubled times.
6. Lyric prose about spring is at dusk.
As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.
The wind blew away my troubles all day, and I couldn't help singing softly. At this moment, what I am given is not pain and sadness, but an artistic sadness. This kind of sadness is not a feeling of sadness, but an unparalleled tragic mood. When you look west, the flame like molten gold gradually turns from gorgeous to dull, and at that moment, a warm feeling will gush out from your heart.
A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
I walked comfortably on the playground of the campus, and my steps were so light and slow that I didn't seem to want to disturb this intoxicating evening.
I've been tired all day. At this time, I looked at the west again and saw that the sunset had lifted the top of the mountain. The sunset was like blood and clouds were like fire, which gave the campus a panic. Reed, Woods, rivers, villages and mountains are all coated with soft carmine, and there is a faint golden light around them.
The fish in the pond return to the deep, and the smoke from the kitchen calls for the children to go hand in hand. The light sound of the sunset kissing the earth separates the day from the night. As a result, those tired birds who devoted themselves to the forest, like poems burned by poets, came back with the blood of the sunset. ...
A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds.
Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river.
Sometimes birds fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream.
The sun went down and the burning sunset gradually dimmed.
In a blink of an eye, the last sunset in the western world has melted into the twilight, and the sky is gradually getting dark. The surrounding mountains show an indigo outline, the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.
This is like the ending of a symphony, which is beautiful, but gradually turns into silence, causing endless feelings in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "Love on earth is too late" highlights its tranquility ...
Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "dusk map", and I also fell into this inexplicable feeling.
I am reluctant to go, with heavy steps, and quietly left the boundary of this dusk. ...
7. Ask 10 for a poem about spring. 1. The small forest in the city has turned green. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating, which shocked my youth and soul. Walking towards me leisurely, there are happy tears on my face. Pushing open the door of spring, I hear birds chirping in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school gate. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which gives me a sense of closeness. They are my friends, and they are like relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. Sometimes I think of some tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. My spring poems were written in spring. My poems are leaves and crowns in spring. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? The rain passed through my chest. A voice dripped from a high place, like a Rapunzel shawl, and a black waterfall held time tightly on me. Therefore, being a dizzy elf in the endless rain curtain can't tell who is the real irresistible desire. Raindrops are flying in the air and slowly floating in the air. The accumulated strength seeped into my broad chest quietly from the simple clouds, so the waves in my chest stirred ripples and beat on the emotional shore reef. Waves of breath and drops of rain nourish each other, and drops of rain go deep into my heart without cover. Mix with my thoughts, then wash everything through the narrow space in my heart, and a ray of sunshine flies into my sunny sky through time. On February 23, 2004, Looking at a Snow in Spring boarded the train bound for spring with the sharp sword of the season, ruthlessly scraped off the restless buds, let the little hand that had been chapped for a winter stretch out, stepped on a snow in spring and held high the banner of hunting and chasing. The dialogue between spring and snow is precious. Snowflakes flow freely in six directions, conveying wet information. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden cold in late spring. Grab everyone's love. Looking up, the contact between heaven and earth is intense and pure along the slope of the season. The last snow and trees outside the window are waiting for February 3, 2004. Looking at the horizon, the branches droop and sigh, and the fog drips into the yearning for spring. A bud quietly arching the frozen soil knocks on the door of the earth. Free-roaming sparrows disappear into the cracked trunk of ice and enjoy love. Light kites in the suburbs, sailing all the way to the territory of spring. The road is still muddy. Occasionally, pedestrians turn up their collars to keep the cold out, and the sun shines into the spring gate. On February 5, 2004, I didn't make an appointment with a kite and flew my son to a mountain top in the suburbs. I am so excited that a floating leaf is flying in the distance. There you are. I lay next to my wife and kissed Achnatherum splendens all afternoon. I really want to take out my son's homework in his schoolbag and help him sweep it. The lawn between buildings is covered with wild flowers, and then "Cleisthenes" cries like a shepherd boy. Cattle raise their hooves and spray beads to wake up the ears of spring from the river. Next to it are the seedlings that grow wildly in spring and the dense leaves on the ridge of the field. Imagine, not long ago, in this land, it was this old buffalo who mumbled to promote the progress of the season. An empty philosopher is holding hands and making various gestures, turning the warm colors in the earth through the cold eyes of the season. Cool classical figures lean heavily to the mud waves, and plowshares and old farmers are urged to carry the last feather on their backs. After experiencing abundant vitality, they hid under the wings of late spring dusk, and a feather serenaded safely and gracefully in the wind, gently licking the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Under the eaves of love, I once fell out of favor again. I turned my back on my wish. Once romantic passion, in the space of steaming clouds in spring, quietly swam a drop of clear tears. Vilen saw that the dying light was bathed in the tempering of clouds. The fiery journey of the sea and sky riding beautiful feathers can't be crossed, and then I hold high the pious prayer flags and fly away with wordless promises. Who hunted the feathers of spring but couldn't find the emotional branches soaring in the sky? I think in a spring afternoon, there may be many things that will be boring and lonely, watching the distant sky, clouds and crowded downstairs crowded with pedestrians in a hurry. They all look serious and witness the actions of others. On the one hand, the sky is clear with lyrical pigeon feathers and pigeon whistle, and they glide unscrupulously between kites and breezes. A vigorous and powerful shadow can only be moved by choosing irregular strokes and traces of thinking. Pigeons erect open feathers, arrive at the distant bridge, wait for a beam of sunshine, preferably the long-lost sunshine, and then embrace the ancient poem Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran). In the early morning of spring, when I woke up, I felt relaxed and birds were singing everywhere. But now I think of that night and that storm. I wonder how many flowers were broken and the ancient poem "He (Zhang Zhi)" was dressed as a tree. Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem describing spring, knows the rainy season, and it will rain when spring comes. The wind sneaked into the night and everything was silent. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Seeing the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. The ancient poem describes spring (Wang Wei) as birds singing in the stream, and the night is quiet and spring. In the spring stream, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. The ancient poem Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi), which describes spring, is in full bloom in April, and the peach blossom in Shansi is in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know where to ask for help. In late spring (Han Yu), the grass tree knows that spring is coming back, and all kinds of red and purple flowers are competing for beauty.