Poems about dry rivers

1. Poems describing rivers, Qin Dongting is full of spring scenery, and Zhupu Cliff is white and green.

The water is clear and the stone is clear, and the sand white beach is long.

There is no net in a secluded place, and there are many clear water and fish.

The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.

In my north, in my south, spring is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls.

Autumn waters are unfathomable.

Xiao Ran jingkexin

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

Birds in the river are white, and mountains are blue and white.

There is no such thing in front of the river house. Fortunately, it is green wave.

Du Fu was born in spring.

On the night of February 6, spring water was born, and the beach in front of the door was muddy and flat.

Hey? Momansi, I know everything about you and Cao Cao.

Water is two feet high overnight, and it won't last for a few days.

There is a boat for sale in Shinan Jintou. If you have no money, you can buy one next to the fence.

2. Which poem (prose poem) can be used to describe the dry river?

Turn over the river beach layer by layer and dig out the bones of our ancestors. Countless people who have struggled and run have drifted quietly at the bottom of the river beach. Who can remember their faces?

The floodplain has long since dried up. Only by opening the window of my heart can I see a bright river spewing out and passing by me. My subway is very humid. What else can make me feel distant? Except the river, it quietly took away so much blood and air. Ten million years later, who can read its totem?

Sometimes, a large group of black and white feathers twinkle on the river. They are a group of elves who flew in from ancient times and explored many relics. Where they fly is where the river falls.

As soon as their wings shook, the river sneaked away. It can't remember the scenery flowing through here at this time. Only time will remember. But rivers can't talk to time. We stood behind the river, speculating about the past, but it never ended.

It's dawn I have an appointment with my lover to go for a walk on the river beach. There is a wind blowing. Is this the wind on the river? No, the beach is breathing. Although it has kept this silent posture for many years, its life is still there. Listen, the sound of it blowing through the willows, is it like the cry of a large group of waves?

When grandpa was alive, there was still water in the river, and grandma washed clothes in the river. On the other side of the river is my mother's hometown. That year, my mother braved the cold and married. When I was born, the river was dry. Decades have passed, and I miss the river with water.

Standing here, I can see the back of the village. If a river gives birth to a village, I won't believe it. I respect this river as always.

This river is a song in the poet's eyes. In those years, I listened to the river, and every night, there were some unknown voices flowing. That is the soul of thousands of years. My mother said-even a dry river is still a river; Even if there will never be a river through which water flows, we should still remember this river.

Rivers are the source of our life. It has been transported year after year and is still continuing this huge project. It used to depend on water, but now it depends on air and wind!

A dry river

Xiubai

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Flow through orbit

We came to a dry river.

The riverbed is crowded with pea flowers with tofu.

Pea flowers and purple eyes

Shy, can't hide from tofu's black eyes.

Do not look at me. Look at the vegetable fields.

You look better than a vegetable field.

Pea flowers sigh. Life only blooms once.

And how amazing the vegetable fields are.

I don't know which season and which day.

The cloud threw a piece of debris.

Or cracks that turn black at dusk.

Unexpected surprises suddenly appeared in the vegetable field.

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The peasant woman pulled water radish on the dry river bank.

The radish is covered with hot and humid soil.

The rape flowers on the shore suddenly changed color.

Dirty or old-fashioned

Gold spot of peach leaf coral

After winter and spring

There are some waking leaves.

Back to Age Of Emerald.

There was a heavy tremor at the bottom of the river bed.

3. Poems about rivers describe rivers.

1, Wan Li sand of the Yellow River with nine twists and turns, waves and winds blow from the horizon. -Liu Yuxi Tang's "Langtaosha"

2. Looking at the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

3. The Yangtze River is the head of the Yangtze River, raising flowers to kill the Dutou people.

4. If you want to know the future and think about the present, the Hanshui River flows eastward.

5, the mountain is flat and primitive, and the river enters the river. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"

6. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. -Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain

7. Sailing alone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. -Li Bai, "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling"

8. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain.

9. If fame and fortune persist, Hanshui River should also flow to the northwest.

10, the stars leaned down from the open space, and the moon came running towards the river. -Du Fu's "Expressing My Mind at Night"

4. The poem describing the river is 1. There are nine turns of sand in Wan Li of the Yellow River, and waves and winds blow from the horizon. -Liu Yuxi Tang's "Langtaosha"