When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. There are many images about flowing water, such as: Huanxisha-(Song) 20071February 24th, Su Shi Yuanfeng traveled to Nanshan from Liushu, Sizhou, with a drizzle and a slight chill in the oblique wind.
Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.
Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.
Huanxisha —— (Song) Li Qingzhao's bun hurts spring and combs more. In the evening breeze, plum blossoms fall in the courtyard, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon. Jade ducks smoke the stove to wake up, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceroses can also relieve the cold. Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao embroidered hibiscus and smiled.
Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's cup is dark amber, and it melts before he is drunk. It's time to relax the clock. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) The idle window of Li Qingzhao's small courtyard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the seven laws are ignored by leaning against the building. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha-(Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yuhong is three feet high in the sun, and the golden stove adds fragrance to the beast, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles every step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan Shu wrote new songs and drank a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. The curtain of Huanxisha-Yanshu Pavilion falls, and Sha Ting falls in the evening.
The dry shadow of the roll column enters the cold wave. For a while, the wind gives birth to a green curtain, and for a while, the raindrops round the lotus.
People who wake up after drinking are too worried. Huanxisha-Yan Shuyu's bowl is cool and dripping, and the powder melts into fragrant snow and penetrates the gauze.
Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers. After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks.
Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream. Huanxisha-Yan Shu has always been young and limited, and it is easy to get hooked when she is free.
Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more.
It is better to pity the present. Huanxisha-Su Shi's wind pressure is light, clouds fly with the water, and swallows compete for mud in billiards hall.
Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge.
My deep feelings are only known by falling flowers. Huanxisha-Qinguan desert is light and cold, and it goes up to the small building. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
Huanxisha-Zhangxian Building is 100 feet high, above the Chunjiang River, and there is no radial direction in the smoke. How long has it been like a river tide? Flowers are flying in the wind, butterflies are flying, and bridges are flat in the water. Tonight is only a long time away. Huanxisha-Yan February breeze, thousands of strands of green silk meet, dancing smoke and sleeping in the rain.
The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows and borrows branches from the music. Late autumn frost is merciless.
Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan sang red plum lyrics, and the peach leaves at the willow tips were all hidden. Stop the clouds and send them away.
Only when his freewheeling sleeves are wet can he sing a song against Diane's eyebrows. At the end of the Song Dynasty, Yan Chai's beam was damaged.
Huanxisha-Yan's eyebrows fight and draw dragons every day, and he is frivolous. Don't marry your heart
Spitting wine and stirring words, the flowers are like dancing clothes. Spring burst into tears and said it was bleak.
Huanxisha-Su Shi's boundless wind and waves don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow. But it's full. I'm sorry.
Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Hand tweezers cream beard bottle.
Huanxisha-Su Shi thanked the rain in Shitan, Xuzhou, and wrote five songs on the road. Tancheng is 20 miles east of the city, which often corresponds to the increase or decrease of turbidity in Surabaya.
Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, and the yellow children and the old people got together. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu.
Turn on the red makeup to see the princess, the 3355 barbed fence door, rows of hairpin passing through the skirt. Young and old help the wheat harvest club, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village, and the road is drunk at dusk.
The hemp leaves are shining layer by layer, who cooks cocoon fragrance village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, when will the bean leaves turn yellow? There are jujube flowers in the rustling clothes, cars ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold in the cow clothes Guliu.
The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage. After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean.
When do you clean the coupling? Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.
Huanxisha Zhang Xiaoxiang, the frost is clear, the flag is embroidered in the sheath, and it disappears. Wan Li Central Plains North War, a statue of muddy wine guarding the east of the building, the bar cried to hate Taiwan.
Huanxisha-Zhao Lingzhi's water is full of flowers. Fragrant and chaotic, deep language says oriole.
The east wind is light and soft. The long spring dream is short, and the willow smoke in Yanjiao is low.
When yukiko Yuchuang plays chess. Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo Canxue Ninghui Cold Painting Screen.
Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying.
In the sound of heartbroken, I think of Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo reading the west wind alone and closing the window with yellow leaves rustling. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, the only way was the ordinary Huanxisha-Kuang Zhouyi cherished the residual red tears, covered his clothes, and could not be infatuated.
People miss each other everywhere. If the flowers bloom again, why don't the clouds stay for a while and mourn?
There is no entertainment, only sadness. Huanxisha-Zhou Bangyan, the high tide lifts fish, the sky pats the willow bridge, and the cloud pigeons drag the rain across the river.
A spring letter entered the eastern suburbs. Idle to crush the phoenix group to sell short dreams and watch swallows build new nests.
And move the flower tip in the shadow of the sun. Huanxisha-Ouyang Xiuhu Zhu Qiao drew a wheel.
Dissolve spring water and soak spring clouds. Liuli Bi is smooth and dust-free.
When the road is full of drunken guests, the birds call a pedestrian every other day. How can the sun return to spring! Huanxisha-beautiful scenery and fragrant fragrance, west wind and green waves.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate and rely on. People in the upper reaches of Huanxisha-Ouyangxiu levee are painting boats one by one, patting the levee for four days.
The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came. Don't laugh at the old man with white hair still burying his head in the flowers. I frequently change cups with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao.
Everything in life, how to make a wine song? Huanxisha, the front mountain of Bird, vibrates Pinghu around the city, and the reflection of lake light infiltrates the green hills. The crystal building has to work at night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.
Su Shi swims in Qingquan Temple, near Lanxi Temple. The stream flows west, the orchid buds are immersed in the stream, and the Songjiansha Road is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
2. Sentences praising the flowing water of the stream. The stream is green, stretching for thousands of miles and winding down. Flocks of small fish are chasing and playing leisurely in the clear stream.
By the stream, there is a large beach forest. Bamboo hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, like a "patron saint" guarding nanxi river. I rolled up my sleeves and splashed in the water.
I scooped up a handful of water and threw it into the air. Water drops are flying in the air under the sunshine in spring, which are particularly beautiful, like diamonds and pearls. One by one, the water drops fell on the water, making the sound of "Ding Dong Ding Dong", like a beautiful tune.
A petal falls, gently falls on the water, and the stream ripples gently. The clear stream gurgles like a beautiful ribbon on a fairy.
She zigzagged along the big beach looking for something like a snake. The splash and sand lines of the stream rub out some subtle whispers.
4. In summer. After several autumn rains, the stream rose a few poles; The first withered catalpa tree has lost all its green leaves; Golden Xiao Xia, from the gap between branches and leaves, goes deep into the stream; The wave surface splashed with indigo glows like a rainbow.
5, the stream is hard, like a flawless jade, shining with beautiful luster. The stream is quiet, just like a mirror, clearly reflecting green trees, red flowers, blue sky and white clouds.
The stream is gentle and cool, accompanied by jumping sunshine, chasing and playing with your heart. The stream is alive, singing and playing the piano happily every day ... 6. The stream flows through the room, with a breeze, coolness, waterfalls, deep valleys and dense forests, and the sound of water wants to pass through your ears.
Standing on the cliff, looking down, the dark green color, accompanied by the sound of water, the sound of creatures hovering up ... 7. A clear stream is like the shining silver hair of the Weaver Girl on the rugged mountain road, flowing quietly. Beautiful flowing water and silvery birdsong add artistic color to the mysterious mountain area.
8. In the summer of the stream, there are all kinds of sounds. Like a big stove, it scorches the earth in hot summer.
People sit under the willows to enjoy the cool. In the morning, roosters crow, streams run, frogs croak, birds chirp and the breeze whistles, forming a "summer symphony".
9. The crystal clear stream flows around Old Town of Lijiang with its back to the snow-capped mountains all year round. On both sides of the stream, several weeping willows are full of spring, and the long green Liu Suifeng dances, so beautiful and gentle.
Wandering in the scattered alleys of Lijiang, you won't get lost. The stream is the guide. As long as you go down the river, you will always find an exit, so I think the stream must have a pair of unconscious eyes. 10, in summer, the warm sunshine is shining on the sand at the bottom of the stream, like a little star blinking at me! Small fish in the stream are in rows, columns and groups, with their tails swinging from side to side.
Fish scales glow from the bottom of the stream, and the colorful sunshine in the sky turns the light emitted by fish into red, yellow and green ... 1 1. The stream flows slowly, like a gentle girl, slowly swinging a pair of jade arms; The stream was quiet, and she smiled sweetly under the caress of the sunshine. 12. The stream in my hometown is very clear. The stream in my hometown is very clear. In spring, weeping willows on one side of the stream have sprouted, and citrus reticulata on the other side has put on new clothes. Birds are chirping in the stream in my hometown. It's getting late, and our family is walking on the bridge. This time reminds me of the stream in my hometown.
13, the curved stream in front of my hometown, whenever I go back, I often sit on the grass next to it and listen to the tinkling sound, which has become a moving song. That stream is so clear, green and quiet at night.
Like a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, she came to us quietly, so light and so quiet. 14. In the morning, the rooster woke me up at dawn. I came to the bridge along the winding path. A clear stream flows under the bridge, covered by a thin mist, and disappears into the morning mist.
Through the morning fog, you can see several white-walled and red-tiled farmhouses in the distance, with lush fruit fields on the right and green grasslands on the left. 15. In the ancient town, there are cheerful streams beside every alley and under the eaves of every family.
Some are bigger, some are smaller, and the stream keeps flowing downwards, passing through rows of small shops, happy minority families and rape fields in Huang Cancan ... 16, there is a stream in front of my house, which follows the path, crosses the grass and comes to the willow tree. This stream is shaped like a lovely dolphin.
Its length is about 50 meters, and there is an arc stone bridge in the middle of the stream. Every time I cross the stone bridge to go to the children's playground. 17, the process of the stream flowing down the mountainside is like a person growing up and getting bigger and bigger.
When I got to the foot of the mountain, it was like being in the prime of life, thousands of miles away. The impact of rocks stirs up layers of water spray, such as pearls flying in the air under the sunlight, setting each other off with the surrounding flowers and trees and competing with the sun.
18, in autumn, the stream flows slowly like a shy little pump girl, and maple leaves float on the stream, like a boat, and like a wanderer's sustenance and yearning for his hometown. 19, the stream originated from Koizumi's eye on the hillside in the west.
This stream flows out continuously all the year round. There is a gust of wind blowing.
Look! The stream is dancing there! Sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes high, sometimes low, the sun shines more gently on the crystal flow. 20. Laughter rippled in the stream, as if welcoming my double shadow.
This stream, flowing down from the Dragon Mountain, is like a gentle mother, not flowing to the high hillside, but to the lowest place, raising hardworking villagers.
3. Words that describe mountain streams are clear, clear, clear and winding.
I. Clear [q and ng chè]
Clear and transparent: bottom of the lake.
Examples of literary works: Act III of Cao Yu's Wang Zhaojun: "Wang Zhaojun sits on a stone pier and looks at the bright moon."
Second, clear [Ché ng Chè ne].
Clear and transparent: flowing to the bottom.
Examples of literary works: Lu Xun's essay "Remembering Liu Bannong Jun": "Although he is shallow, he is as clear as a clear stream, and no matter how much mud and grass rot, it is not as clear as it is."
Third, clear [q and ng Ché ng]
Qingming; Safe.
Examples of literary works: Ba Jin's "Autumn Four": "The two of them gawk at clear lake below."
Fourth, clarify [chéng qěng][dèng qěng] and ng].
[Clear]
1, Qing: the lake is green.
2, turning turbidity into clarity, metaphorically eliminating chaos: ~ the world.
3. Find out (knowledge, problems, etc.). ): ~ facts.
[dèng qèng]
Precipitate impurities to make the liquid clear: this water is too turbid to be used before.
Examples of literary works: Xu Huaizhong's "Anecdotes on the Western Front" VIII: "Find a stagnant pool full of flying insects. Put some water purifying agent to clarify it. That strange smell makes people tremble and can't drink. "
Verb (abbreviation for verb) entanglement
1, the way snakes crawl.
2. Metaphors (mountains, rivers, roads, etc. ) twists and turns: the road is in the mountains. Yes (Yang)
Examples of literary works: Bing Xin's When You Are Lonely, Helpless and Down-and-Out: "Suddenly a wisp of black smoke, the night train of Jinpu Road winds from the horizon."
4. Poems describing mountains and streams; scenic poem
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
There are many images about streams and running water, such as:
Huanxisha-(Song) On February 24th, 2007/kloc-0, Su Shi traveled from Uncle Liu in Sizhou to Nanshan with a slight chill in the drizzle.
Light smoke dispelled the clear beaches of Liu Mei. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer. Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon light, and Artemisia capillaris shoots to try spring vegetables. The taste of the world is pure happiness. Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
The steamed bun hurts spring, the courtyard is windy, the moon is sparse, the jade duck soothes the nerves, the Zhu Ying covers the tassel, and the rhinoceros can relieve the cold.
Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
Embroidered hibiscus smiles. Ducks flying obliquely line the fragrant cheeks. Eye movement is a guess. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is half charming and hateful. The moon moved and the shadow came again.
Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao
Don't make a dark amber cup. Melt it before it gets drunk. It's time to relax the clock. Time to wake up, time to wake up.
5. Urgent: About the sentence describing the flowing water of the stream In the Southern Song Dynasty, there was a time when plum blossoms were fragrant and the streams were exhausted and the mountains and rivers were flowing. The shade keeps coming, adding four or five orioles.
1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jia Jian ")
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao: < Looking at the Sea ")
3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose)
4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain))
5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi: "Hui Chong {Riverside Night Scene)")
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