You, West Lake, are intoxicating.
Carrying a painting boat, with a few red carp, gradually approaching you. At this time, the spring is warm in March, and the wood pulp is shining across your mirror-clear lake, making a lake full of spring water and making you poetic. I look at you and smile, as if I saw a person boating on the lake on the other side of time, and feel that "the West Lake is always more appropriate than the West Lake." For thousands of years, you have kept your poems and paintings, making people addicted to you. I hope that after thousands of years, it will be a tourist attraction again.
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. Bai Causeway and Su Causeway, like two green belts, came from the spring of the Tang and Song Dynasties, shining in today's spring and becoming more beautiful and full of vitality in tomorrow's spring. They come from history, go to the future, and extend to endless distances.
You have many touching legends and unforgettable scenery: Three pools reflecting the moon, the shadow of Leifeng Tower, the dream of broken bridge ... I walked on the stone road, crossed the peony garden and went to Huagang to see fish with my parasol and the beautiful image of an oil-paper umbrella many years ago. The wind of time flies gently from a distance, blowing on the face, and the sun is just above the head. Your beauty is engraved in the hearts of generations. I hope your beauty will go further and further in the future.
The winding cloisters, the windows of Xiao Xuan and the surrounding scenery are all different. Stroll by your colorful lake and marvel at your beauty. Thousands of years have passed, and you have been there and never gone far. You don't seem to have changed, and you seem to be changing all the time. You have always adhered to your poetry, and you have always looked forward to a bright future. Your poetry, your distance, is also the eternal watch of everyone who loves you.
West Lake Longjing, the name makes people feel fragrant, not to mention a long aftertaste when tasting fine products. Tea cultivated by your aura, looking at your bright eyes, is infused with warmth, fragrance, sweetest breath and quality, and is infused with harmonious but different character and spirit. Thousands of years ago, it followed merchants and camel bells along the Silk Road. Thousands of years later, it danced with the yellow sand on the new Silk Road. For thousands of years, it has brought exotic souls to your poetic and beautiful Jiangnan, giving you more care from afar. You stick to your own beauty and are full of joy and expectation for that distant place.
Boating in the West Lake, strolling in Su Causeway and wandering in Bai Causeway, why not reminisce about the past and present? Today's Bai Causeway is not Bai Causeway built by Bai Cishi, but "Bai Causeway of Qingyang and under the greenwood tree" written by him. In the past 1000 years, so many dynasties have changed. People have never forgotten two officials who care about the people and benefit one side. They are willing to remember and praise with the most beautiful scenery, regard the two levees as their eternal monuments, and ask them to speak for this unparalleled green mountains and clear waters. In front of Wang Yue Temple, there are two famous poets of Song Dynasty kneeling, but they are scolded and spurned by tourists ... We learn from people's gains and losses and history, and it is not just picturesque scenery that lingers.
Your poems have been praised and praised by countless masterpieces for thousands of years, and will show more wonderful in the future. No longer just classical poetry, you have also entered prose and pop songs ... Your beauty, the integration of tradition and modernity, and a West Lake feast at the G20 Summit have amazed the world. Your distance is extending to infinity, endless lines!
You keep the old meaning and focus on the modern.
You keep your poems and look forward to innovation.
You guard history and look forward to tomorrow.
Your watch is the most touching affection.
Your watch is the warmest power.
Your watch is the most brilliant and lasting dream. ...
West Lake, I would like to watch with you, watch your poems and the distance!
Poetry and distant composition 2 poems
"Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words." He is young and tall, and he is a young boy in his prime; "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much." I have never tasted sadness, but I can appreciate its weight; "Lazy looking back at flowers", although it has never tasted the taste of life, we should praise that maturity; "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." The poet's loneliness, gloom and bright spring … and how did he spend the night? I am still young, but I feel a lot from my poems, which I will not experience or have not experienced yet.
There are scenes and feelings in poems, and sometimes scenes and words are emotional. Enjoy the scenery in the north and the heavy snow in the middle of the lake; Lonely smoke and sunset in the desert; All love, which can't be caged, is happy; The water in autumn and the sky in * * * are the same color. It can be described as a landscape of' clear sky and clear air, water and sky are connected', and in what mood did the poet write these? The deep feeling and true meaning in those words have soothed the hearts of many people, enough to make people realize all kinds of tenderness in the world.
faraway place
You have to go to Wan Li to study in thousands of books.
I want to go to many places, go to Tibet to touch the continuous snow peaks there, purify my mind and get rid of the filth of my mind; Go to the desert to look up at the endless starry sky and listen to the call of the stars; Go to the South Pole to see dull penguins and crystal clear ice; Go to Hainan to smell coconut fragrance and chase waves; I will also go to Paris, the capital of France, that romantic place, stop under the Eiffel Tower, walk in front of the glittering Louvre at night, and live as a wandering artist in the small villages of Amiens and Nancy, France. Go to the diving area around Maldives and see colorful sponges and lovely invertebrates with your own eyes. Everything in the world will leave my footprints.
More importantly, I want to go to Prague, the background where movies frequently appear, Japan, Mount Fuji, and enjoy the solemnity in front of the Forbidden City ... Go to different places, meet different people and experience different lives. ...
Walking in the world, the soul will inevitably have dust, coming from poetry and distant provinces, and often writing and talking with yourself.
At least one of body and soul must be on the road. May this life be like this.
Poetry and distant composition The third part likes bold and solemn patriotic poems, idyllic "peace" and short and pithy philosophical poems. I would like to accompany Lu You in the serenity of "there is no way to recover from the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with a bright future". I was there, as if I saw the smoke from a distant village; I believe that in that winter night, Lu You warned the younger generation and had a far-reaching impact on later generations, as well as his loyalty to the country and his ambition to serve the country. "Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice is unforgettable." Your unyielding will deserves respect from future generations.
On June 27th, the middle of the year, on the shore of the West Lake. At that time, despite the heavy rain, Su Shi's attachment to the West Lake could not stop. "Clear water is good, the mountains are empty and rainy" shows that the scenery of the West Lake is still beautiful, rain or shine, and he is still reluctant to go. No matter where he is, he can entertain himself. "When is the bright moon? Ask for wine from heaven. " Although he misses his family and hometown at this time, he will not give up his life because he lost in the official competition. This is a spiritual pleasure and I have to admire him.
There are heroic, such as "you don't see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of the sky and into the ocean, never to return", which is how heroic and tolerant; Some are beautiful and tactfully, such as "Emei Mountain is half moon and autumn, and the shadow flows into Pingqiang River". In the heroic spirit, there are thoughts about family and hometown; The phrase "I am worried about the bright moon and stayed in the army until Yelangxi" pinned my thoughts on my friends, which made me see the heroic scene of a poet and the sadness when I left. Here, I saw a affectionate person.
Thank you for your poem, which makes China culture more splendid. Your personality has taught me to be an indomitable spirit. Thank you for illuminating our progress.
Poetry and composition in the distance Some people say that what cannot be achieved is the distance.
"Far away, far away ..." I shouted with my mouth open, and every syllable was telling and shaking. But no one answered-it seems that no one really asked the question.
Then I looked up and watched the clouds on the horizon fade away. They drifted by slowly, as if they were deliberately pulling my thoughts. Suddenly recalled a night when I was a child.
On that day, the downpour came unexpectedly, and the leaves seemed to cry on the night of lightning and thunder. With the crying in the classroom, the rain pounded the window lattice violently. A boy twitched and muttered "Mom, Mom …" What a gentle and fearful heart! At that time, we were just weak children, boarding at school in the third grade, but it happened that there was a power outage. What child's heart will not tremble because of lightning and deafening thunder in the sky, like a man-eating demon? In the dark, I wiped my cheeks soaked with tears and vaguely saw some light in Mimi's eyes. So I opened my eyes eagerly-the teacher carefully put two candles on the desk in the front row, clapped his hands and said, "I am not afraid with candles shining."
Candlelight is getting weaker and weaker among spacious teachers, but this boundless darkness seems to light up the slim hope. We are surrounded by candles, watching the gentle candlelight shine on our faces and sucking the golden breath of candlelight. The light reflected in students' pupils seems to have been polished by stars, clear, transparent and ethereal, or beating and beating. Like the morning light, it comes to my heart with heat and affection. The teacher reads poems to us, and we listen to the teacher read poems. Every word is fresh and elegant, the moon is white and the wind is clear, just like ringing the bell of the soul, melting simple poems into our hearts. "When I grow up, I will write many small poems like a teacher and read them to children who are afraid of the dark with the gentlest voice." I stared at the candlelight and said to myself.
This may be the purest dream I had when I was a child. It is deeply rooted in my heart. Every time I recall it, I will awaken countless emotions.
I think every soft poem is a distance. For me, poetry is the soul of dreams. Dream is the eternal swan song of poetry.
I think every unknown heart is far away. If there are dreams, people's youth and mind will not stop being frivolous.
The direction of the heart is the distance.