1. With overlapping verses
Nine streams and eighteen gorges are the most scenic spots in the mountains. I have heard their names for a long time, but now I can only find out how interesting they are. There are many mountains overlapping them. The winding road, the spring in the east and the spring in the east, and the trees high and low. This poem was described by Yu Yue, a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. It is the "Nine Streams and Eighteen Streams" scenic spot only ten miles away from the West Lake in Hangzhou. He disagreed with Bai Juyi's praise of Lengquan as "the last place in Hangzhou and Jialingyin". He said, "The Eighteen Streams of Jiuxi are the most scenic spots in the West Lake, especially above Lengquan." He was very original, so he wrote a poem with overlapping words praising Jiuxi. The most scenic spot among the eighteen streams is the "Mountain Road Spring Tree". When you hear its name, it means that it is well-known as Yuanyang. The meaning of "Qingqiqu" is that it is extremely interesting, each has its own interest, but there is no other! After passing Longjing Mountain and walking a few miles further, a cool and clear stream came into view. This is the clear stream of Jiuxi going north. The stream originates from Yangmeiwu. I followed this stream up and started from Longjing. After crossing Longjing Mountain For several miles, the stream is clear and clear. It flows north of Jiuxi. The stream originates from Yangmeiwu and traces back to Longjing. The stream flows through thousands of mountains. These mountains are not steep but There are many ravines, the foot of the mountain intersect with each other, and the trees are thick and lush. It is difficult to see the path up the mountain. Follow the stream to find the mountain path, and you can see the east but not the west. It seems that the road is blocked in front, but when you walk up it, you find that there is a road. All water Anything that does not flow into a stream is called a stream. There are eighteen streams in a river, which is exactly twice the number of nine streams. The streams flow through thousands of mountains. The mountains are not steep but gorges, and the toes are staggered. It is difficult to identify the path along the green sky. The stream takes its path, looking east and west. If there is any obstruction in front of it, it will turn around to find its way. Before the water enters the stream, it is called a stream. The number of streams is eighteen, which is several times nine. I walk up and stop when I encounter a stream. Look, the stream flowing through the mountain stream must have large rocks in the middle. The water collides with the rocks, causing the water plants on the surface to dance back and forth. The stream is four to five feet wide, and the shallow parts are shoals, and the water flows through the grass. Past; in a slightly deeper place, although the water is deep, you can still see the stones and sandy bottom clearly under the water. You will stop when you encounter a stream. When you pass the stream, there must be big rocks running through the flow, the water and rocks are rushing, and the cattails and algae are intertwined. Wu. The stream is four to five feet wide. The shallower ones are smooth and run through the grass. The deeper ones are still sandy and gravelly. There are many tea trees, maples and pine trees on the mountain. After passing the small stone bridge, you can see the On the way to Anli Temple, the rocks are even weirder. The spring bamboo shoots begin to peel off their shells and sway in the wind on the top of the rock, like the thin hair of an old man. The strange rocks overlap one another and loom on the mountainside, some look like cupboards, some look like tables. Some are in the shape of a letter. Looking up towards the woods, they are lightly covered with clouds. Rhododendrons are in full bloom, dotting the mountain road. The sun is sometimes blocked by rocks and sometimes appears again. When we walk out of the mountain col, it is already noon. There are many tea trees, many maple leaves, and many pine trees in the mountain. After crossing the small stone bridge and heading towards Anli Temple Road, the rocks are still weird. The spring leaves are beginning to unravel, shaking the top of the rock like an old man's hair. The strange rocks are folded and hidden in the mountain belly, like a cupboard. If you look at it, if you look at it from the forest, you can see the clouds. Rhododendrons are blooming, dotting the mountain road. The sun is shining on the rocks, and it is noon when we go out of the mountain pavilion. This tour is on the sixth day of March in the twenty-fifth year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu. . Traveling with me were Wu Xiaocun from Da County, Gao Fengqi from Changle, and Shao Boyu from Qiantang. On March 6, Shixu Jihai, I traveled with Wu Xiaocun from Da County, Gao Fengqi from Changle, and Shao Boyu from Qiantang. 2. Poems describing watching the sunset through the layers of branches in the temple
Love is silent, but it is enough to move people; there is a kind of love that has no regrets, even if it means sacrificing everything. Don’t ask for repayment. When the steps in the wind and rain are tired, when life in the outside world encounters difficulties, when the difficulties in your heart need to be confided, there is a door always open for you. Although this house is not gorgeous, it is enough to block the wind and rain outside the window. , let you rekindle your passion for life. This is home, a harbor full of love. I remember it was a rainy day. The school bell just rang, and the classmates poured out like a tide. I also walked with excitement. I ran towards my grandfather to pick me up. Suddenly, I felt someone push me hard, and I fell into the puddle. Suddenly, my hands, clothes, shoes and socks were all covered with mud. My whole body was wet. , so cold! I saw the person who pushed me turned around and ran into the crowd. I started crying, but no one came up to help me. I walked out of the school gate sadly. Grandpa saw it and immediately took out a card from his pocket. I held the handkerchief in my hand, which made my stiff hands feel warm. Then I got on the bicycle and pedaled away quickly. The rain gradually became lighter and there were bursts of coldness.
3. Poems describing watching the sunset through the layers of branches in the temple
Love is silent, but it is enough to move people; there is a kind of love that has no regrets, even if it means sacrificing everything. Don’t ask for repayment. When the steps in the wind and rain are tired, when life in the outside world encounters difficulties, when the difficulties in your heart need to be confided, there is a door always open for you. Although this house is not gorgeous, it is enough to block the wind and rain outside the window. , let you rekindle your passion for life. This is home, a harbor full of love. I remember it was a rainy day. The school bell just rang, and the classmates poured out like a tide. I also walked with excitement. I ran towards my grandfather to pick me up. Suddenly, I felt someone push me hard, and I fell into the puddle. Suddenly, my hands, clothes, shoes and socks were all covered with mud. My whole body was wet. , so cold! I saw the person who pushed me turned around and ran into the crowd. I started crying, but no one came up to help me. I walked out of the school gate sadly. Grandpa saw it and immediately took out a card from his pocket. I held the handkerchief in my hand, which made my stiff hands feel warm. Then I got on the bicycle and pedaled away quickly. The rain gradually became lighter and there were bursts of coldness.