Collect poems about Fuchun landscape 1. Poetry describing Fuchun landscape, indicating the author and source.
With Zhu Author: Wu Jun full of smoke, Tianshan * * * color.
Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, it is unparalleled in the world.
The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them.
If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go. The mountains near the shore are all cold trees, competing for novelty and beauty, competing for the high finger peak.
The spring stirs the stone and keeps ringing; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless.
People flying in the sky, watching the peaks rest; He who is in charge of the affairs of the world looks at the valley and forgets to betray. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines.
All the dust and fog have cleared away, and the sky and the mountain peaks show the same clear color. Let the boat drift with the current, sometimes east and sometimes west.
From Tonglu to Fuyang, Baili Waterway, Qifeng Strange Water, chinese odyssey. Rivers are all green, and thousands of feet can be seen at the bottom.
Swimming fish and thin pebbles can be seen clearly. Rapidly flowing water is faster than flying arrows, and surging river waves are like galloping horses.
Cold-resistant evergreen trees grow on the high mountains between the two banks. The mountains rely on the terrain to strive for upward, one higher than the other.
Strive to point directly at the sky and form a thousand peaks. The spring water hits the stone and makes a crisp sound; Good birds sing in harmony with each other, singing in harmony.
Cicadas can't finish singing, and apes can't finish singing. Seeing those majestic peaks, those who strive for high positions will calm their hearts keen on fame and fortune; People who are busy planning and managing secular affairs all day will linger when they see such a beautiful valley.
Cross-sloping branches cover the sun, even during the day, it is as dark as dusk; Sparse branches cover each other, sometimes missing some light spots. This paper has been selected into the Chinese version of the Chinese textbook for senior three. Sun Yi, a poem on a boat in Zhejiang, entered Hechi at night, and Whitestorm was shining brightly.
Fuchun bamboo climax did not return, Tianmu Cenbian early moon set. Smoke and water are so bitter that people sing across the river.
When will Luoyang City Que meet? The clouds in the northwest are deep. Jinshi Zhang Shu and Yan Wen saw him send Cui Tu a farewell mourning ring and handed it to each other to persuade him to take Gao Qiu as a hate medium.
The mountain is lonely outside the cloud, and the ferry is stormy. I also know that elm trees block the cold and need to be separated, and even the pavilion can't be warm.
Try to cross the Fuchun River, so there is a pool platform in the park. Send the judge Li to Dongjiang and Wang Wei to inquire about the Emperor Walter, and then cover the minister with soap.
Seal the left language, crown tattoo. The trees are divided into the Yangtze River, and the tide is full of Fuchun.
You know who distinguishes the collectors from the distance, and you are grateful to those who cry. Siping Spring Ten Miscellaneous Poems Tree and Stone Two Apes, Li Deyu, Catch the Ripples between Sese and Fuchun Mountain, Meet.
On the pine tree, apes cry at night and the valley is clear. Rushing into the net suddenly saw the shackles, so Shan resigned.
Bitan has no reason to drink and compete for the green radish branches. Recalling the six poems "Fishing in a Mountain", Li Deyu and Yan Guang were hidden in Fuchun, and the mountains were green.
What you catch is not fish, you can swing your nylon at will. I admire a gentleman and want to sit on a pool stone.
Fuchunjiang returned to Yichuan with this and comforted his illness leisurely. Send Wang Shaofu back to Hangzhou. Han Han's boat will go all the way to Qingping, and I will go to Fuchun with the tide.
Known as the landlord, Su is a small villager in Qiantang. A handful of pueraria lobata can relieve alcoholism, and gardenia is a good gift.
Sooner or later, it is better than the fish in the pool, and the heart of pity is new. Fuchun Wu Rong has water and mountains on earth, and Fuchun landscape is not on earth.
Changchuan is not the green of spring, but the reflection of Qianfeng falls in it. Water sends mountains to meet Fuchun, and a river is picturesque and sunny.
The clouds are low and the sails are heavy, and the cold sand birds rise and fall. There may not be no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.
The cool breeze in Yan Guang has a long history, so I dare not stop paying attention to it. Send Judge Lu to Qianzhou Road, Jiao Ran, Hangzhou, have a look and make a turn.
There are many flowers under the forest, and the waning moon is by the old pool. Fengcaiyun Temple, the tidal sound of the sea and the sky.
Fuchun Bamboo in Ming Dynasty, you should see Xie Gongchuan. The people who returned to Fuyang at the farewell ceremony were in a cold wave, so what did the temple think of returning to China?
I remember in February and March, Chunshan preferred Fuchun. Send the sun to wish Lang Shiyuan a leisurely and prosperous guest, remembering the dusk.
The first person is envious, like a gentleman. The swift river is shallow, and the seamounts in the distance are small.
If you go to Xin 'an Road, Yanling has a fishing trip. To send Jia to Chun Zhu, the southeast source of Wulang, was once Xie Gongyou.
Today's prosperity has gone, and Xin' anjiang has entered autumn. The water is clear to welcome passers-by, and the frost leaves fall into the boat.
When you think of the Red Pavilion and hear the voice of the ape-man, you will feel sad at night. As early as Hangzhou, the Pan-Fuchun River sent thirty-one public servants ashore, and Quan Deyu was waiting for Xiao Qi to take over. What a windy river.
Bai Bo is a blue sky, rippling in the morning light. Looking at the boundless, sadness will be the same.
I have never left this road, but I am afraid that I will become a sad person. Look down at the bait scale and look up at the sky.
When is the heart tired when the tassel dust is getting thicker? Just this world, everything is a cage.
Only what is in the cup wakes you up drunk and poor. An old friend is hanging in the garden with lush trees.
When I finally reached this mountain, * * * tied Lan Guicong. In autumn, Fuchun River goes to Luoyin, the far shore is as flat as scissors, and Chengjiang is as quiet as a shop.
Purple scale fairy guest control, gold Li Hengnu. Hanshan is broad and bright.
Yanling also has a high opinion. It's a good idea to go back to bed. Fu Bo's hometown is happy to return, when the drums of the pan-Fuchun River land-swimming double oars roll the river.
Look at the fishing pond when the autumn mountain breaks, and leave the fishing platform at dawn. The official road has been donated in the past year, and the guest clothes still regret breaking the wind.
When I got home, I was at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, and the neighbors were laughing. Read history, Lu. You will never know what is wrong until you go to sleep.
Don't blame the tourists in Fuchun River, they will never get tired of fishing in rocky places all their lives. Lu You longed for fame and fortune when he was young, but it was a relaxing sight when he was old.
Although Shanjia is like a captain in the city, the shepherd is ashamed of Fuchun's life. Lotus rolls down the moon and sets the mountain, and lonely cold waves soak the shore.
To know how to be proud of your new life, you have to spend a lot of time fishing for boats. Send a sigh of relief to Lu You, and thank you for your illness.
At first, I wanted to be independent, but I didn't want to fly in groups. What's the use of thinking about the name of the year? Who will return to Jiuyuan? Buried in nearby non-plains, Fuchun beach and moss rocks.
2. For poems describing Fuchun landscape, please indicate the author and source, and don't forget the source.
Sun Ti, a boat that stayed in Zhejiang overnight, entered Hechi at night, and Whitestorm was shining brightly.
Fuchun bamboo climax did not return, Tianmu Cenbian early moon set. Smoke and water are so bitter that people sing across the river.
When will Luoyang City Que meet? The clouds in the northwest are deep. Jinshi Zhang Shu and Yan Wen saw him send Cui Tu a farewell mourning ring and handed it to each other to persuade him to take Gao Qiu as a hate medium.
The mountain is lonely outside the cloud, and the ferry is stormy. I also know that elm trees block the cold and need to be separated, and even the pavilion can't be warm.
Try to cross the Fuchun River, so there is a pool platform in the park. Send the judge Li to Dongjiang and Wang Wei to inquire about the Emperor Walter, and then cover the minister with soap.
Seal the left language, crown tattoo. The trees are divided into the Yangtze River, and the tide is full of Fuchun.
You know who distinguishes the collectors from the distance, and you are grateful to those who cry. Siping Spring Ten Miscellaneous Poems Tree and Stone Two Apes, Li Deyu, Catch the Ripples between Sese and Fuchun Mountain, Meet.
On the pine tree, apes cry at night and the valley is clear. Rushing into the net suddenly saw the shackles, so Shan resigned.
Bitan has no reason to drink and compete for the green radish branches. Recalling the six poems "Fishing in the Mountain", Li Deyu and Yan Guang were hidden in Fuchun, and the mountains were green.
What you catch is not fish, you can swing your nylon at will. I admire a gentleman and want to sit on a pool stone.
Take this back to Yichuan, relax and comfort yourself. Send Wang Shaofu back to Hangzhou. Han Han's boat will go all the way to Qingping, and I will go to Fuchun with the tide.
Known as the landlord, Su is a small villager in Qiantang. A handful of pueraria lobata can relieve alcoholism, and gardenia is a good gift.
Sooner or later, it is better than the fish in the pool, and the heart of pity is new. Fuchun Wu Rong has water and mountains on earth, and Fuchun landscape is not on earth.
Changchuan is not the green of spring, but the reflection of Qianfeng falls in it. Wu Fuchun melts water and sends mountains to meet Fuchun, and a river is picturesque and sunny.
The clouds are low and the sails are heavy, and the cold sand birds rise and fall. There may not be no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.
The cool breeze in Yan Guang has a long history, so I dare not stop paying attention to it. Send Judge Lu to Qianzhou Road, Jiao Ran, Hangzhou, have a look and make a turn.
There are many flowers under the forest, and the waning moon is by the old pool. Fengcaiyun Temple, the tidal sound of the sea and the sky.
Fuchun Bamboo in Ming Dynasty, you should see Xie Gongchuan. The people who returned to Fuyang at the farewell ceremony were in a cold wave, so what did the temple think of returning to China?
I remember in February and March, Chunshan preferred Fuchun. Send the sun to wish Lang Shiyuan a leisurely and prosperous guest, remembering the dusk.
The first person is envious, like a gentleman. The swift river is shallow, and the seamounts in the distance are small.
If you go to Xin 'an Road, Yanling has a fishing trip. To send Jia to Chun Zhu, the southeast source of Wulang, was once Xie Gongyou.
Today's prosperity has gone, and Xin' anjiang has entered autumn. The water is clear to welcome passers-by, and the frost leaves fall into the boat.
When you think of the Red Pavilion and hear the voice of the ape-man, you will feel sad at night. As early as Hangzhou, the Pan-Fuchun River sent thirty-one public servants ashore, and Quan Deyu was waiting for Xiao Qi to take over. What a windy river.
Bai Bo is a blue sky, rippling in the morning light. Looking at the boundless, sadness will be the same.
I have never left this road, but I am afraid that I will become a sad person. Look down at the bait scale and look up at the sky.
When is the heart tired when the tassel dust is getting thicker? Just this world, everything is a cage.
Only what is in the cup wakes you up drunk and poor. An old friend is hanging in the garden with lush trees.
When I finally reached this mountain, * * * tied Lan Guicong. In autumn, Fuchun River goes to Luoyin, the far shore is as flat as scissors, and Chengjiang is as quiet as a shop.
Purple scale fairy guest control, gold Li Hengnu. Hanshan is broad and bright.
Yanling also has a high opinion. It's a good idea to go back to bed. Fu Bo's hometown is happy to return, when the drums of the pan-Fuchun River land-swimming double oars roll the river.
Look at the fishing pond when the autumn mountain breaks, and leave the fishing platform at dawn. The official road has been donated in the past year, and the guest clothes still regret breaking the wind.
When I got home, I was at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, and the neighbors were laughing. Read history, Lu. You will never know what is wrong until you go to sleep.
Don't blame the tourists in Fuchun River, they will never get tired of fishing in rocky places all their lives. Lu You longed for fame and fortune when he was young, but it was a relaxing sight when he was old.
Although Shanjia is like a captain in the city, the shepherd is ashamed of Fuchun's life. Lotus rolls down the moon and sets the mountain, and lonely cold waves soak the shore.
To know how to be proud of your new life, you must spend a lot of time fishing. Send a sigh of relief to Lu You, and thank you for your illness.
At first, I wanted to be independent, but I didn't want to fly in groups. What's the use of thinking about the name of the year? Who will return to Jiuyuan? Buried in nearby non-plains, Fuchun beach and moss rocks.
Seven Laws and Mr. Liu Yazi never forgot to drink tea in Guangdong, calling Ye Yuzhou. Thirty-one years after returning from my motherland, I read zhanghua when the flowers fell.
Complaining too much can prevent heartbroken, and you should pay attention to it after a long history. Mo Dao Kunming pool is shallow, and watching fish is better than Fuchun River.
3. Poems describing Fuchunjiang River
As follows, hope to adopt:
Panfuchunjiang
Author: Shi Wenjun
Dream of sheep begging and enjoying this country.
A handful of wax rain, Fuchunjiang eternal.
When the coast turns green, the smoke understands the birds.
Wash away fame and fortune, and the beach meets spring.
Panfuchunjiang
Author: Lu You
Paddles shake the river and push the drum, and the old country returns happily.
Look at the fishing pond when the autumn mountain breaks, and leave the fishing platform at dawn.
The official road has been donated in the past year, and the guest clothes still regret breaking the wind.
When I got home, I was at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, and the neighbors were laughing.
Autumn trip to Fuchun River
Author: Luo Yin
The far shore is as flat as scissors, and the Chengjiang River is as quiet as a shop. Purple scale fairy guest control, gold Li Hengnu.
Hanshan is broad and bright. Yanling also has a high opinion. It's a good idea to go back to bed.
The scenery from Fuchun to Yanling is good.
Author: Ji Yun
Thick as spring clouds and light as smoke,
Staggered towards the river.
Sunset and running water push the tent and sit,
Cuise got on the boat as people wished.
Pan Fuchunjiang, a native of Hangzhou, was sent to send thirty-one male assistants to Lu.
Author: Quan Deyu
How windy it is on the Chunjiang River. Bai Bo is a blue sky, rippling in the morning light.
Looking at the boundless, sadness will be the same. I have never left this road, but I am afraid that I will become a sad person.
Look down at the bait scale and look up at the sky. When is the heart tired when the tassel dust is getting thicker?
Just this world, everything is a cage. Only what is in the cup wakes you up drunk and poor.
An old friend is hanging in the garden with lush trees. When I finally reached this mountain, * * * tied Lan Guicong.
Fuchun
Author: Wu Rong
There are water and mountains in the world, and Fuchun landscape is not human.
Changchuan is not the green of spring, but the reflection of Qianfeng falls in it.
Poetry—
There are beautiful mountains and rivers in the world, which push Fuchun from ancient times to modern times. -Yuan Wu Hwan Zan.
Qiantang River has completed Tonglu, and the water is not as good as green mountains and green waters. -"Tonglu County Records" Tang Wei Zhuang
From Fuyang to Tonglu, it is unparalleled in the world. -"With Zhu Shu" Southern Dynasty Jun
4. Poems describing Fuchun landscape, indicating the author and source.
With Zhu Author: Wu Jun full of smoke, Tianshan * * * color.
Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, it is unparalleled in the world.
The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them.
If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go. The mountains near the shore are all cold trees, competing for novelty and beauty, competing for the high finger peak.
The spring stirs the stone and keeps ringing; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless.
People flying in the sky, watching the peaks rest; He who is in charge of the affairs of the world looks at the valley and forgets to betray. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines.
All the dust and fog have cleared away, and the sky and the mountain peaks show the same clear color. Let the boat drift with the current, sometimes east and sometimes west.
From Tonglu to Fuyang, Baili Waterway, Qifeng Strange Water, chinese odyssey. Rivers are all green, and thousands of feet can be seen at the bottom.
Swimming fish and thin pebbles can be seen clearly. Rapidly flowing water is faster than flying arrows, and surging river waves are like galloping horses.
Cold-resistant evergreen trees grow on the high mountains between the two banks. The mountains rely on the terrain to strive for upward, one higher than the other.
Strive to point directly at the sky and form a thousand peaks. The spring water hits the stone and makes a crisp sound; Good birds sing in harmony with each other, singing in harmony.
Cicadas can't finish singing, and apes can't finish singing. Seeing those majestic peaks, those who strive for high positions will calm their hearts keen on fame and fortune; People who are busy planning and managing secular affairs all day will linger when they see such a beautiful valley.
Cross-sloping branches cover the sun, even during the day, it is as dark as dusk; Sparse branches cover each other, sometimes missing some light spots. This paper has been selected into the Chinese version of the Chinese textbook for senior three. Sun Yi, a poem on a boat in Zhejiang, entered Hechi at night, and Whitestorm was shining brightly.
Fuchun bamboo climax did not return, Tianmu Cenbian early moon set. Smoke and water are so bitter that people sing across the river.
When will Luoyang City Que meet? The clouds in the northwest are deep. Jinshi Zhang Shu and Yan Wen saw him send Cui Tu a farewell mourning ring and handed it to each other to persuade him to take Gao Qiu as a hate medium.
The mountain is lonely outside the cloud, and the ferry is stormy. I also know that elm trees block the cold and need to be separated, and even the pavilion can't be warm.
Try to cross the Fuchun River, so there is a pool platform in the park. Send the judge Li to Dongjiang and Wang Wei to inquire about the Emperor Walter, and then cover the minister with soap.
Seal the left language, crown tattoo. The trees are divided into the Yangtze River, and the tide is full of Fuchun.
You know who distinguishes the collectors from the distance, and you are grateful to those who cry. Siping Spring Ten Miscellaneous Poems Tree and Stone Two Apes, Li Deyu, Catch the Ripples between Sese and Fuchun Mountain, Meet.
On the pine tree, apes cry at night and the valley is clear. Rushing into the net suddenly saw the shackles, so Shan resigned.
Bitan has no reason to drink and compete for the green radish branches. Recalling the six poems "Fishing in a Mountain", Li Deyu and Yan Guang were hidden in Fuchun, and the mountains were green.
What you catch is not fish, you can swing your nylon at will. I admire a gentleman and want to sit on a pool stone.
Fuchunjiang returned to Yichuan with this and comforted his illness leisurely. Send Wang Shaofu back to Hangzhou. Han Han's boat will go all the way to Qingping, and I will go to Fuchun with the tide.
Known as the landlord, Su is a small villager in Qiantang. A handful of pueraria lobata can relieve alcoholism, and gardenia is a good gift.
Sooner or later, it is better than the fish in the pool, and the heart of pity is new. Fuchun Wu Rong has water and mountains on earth, and Fuchun landscape is not on earth.
Changchuan is not the green of spring, but the reflection of Qianfeng falls in it. Water sends mountains to meet Fuchun, and a river is picturesque and sunny.
The clouds are low and the sails are heavy, and the cold sand birds rise and fall. There may not be no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.
The cool breeze in Yan Guang has a long history, so I dare not stop paying attention to it. Send Judge Lu to Qianzhou Road, Jiao Ran, Hangzhou, have a look and make a turn.
There are many flowers under the forest, and the waning moon is by the old pool. Fengcaiyun Temple, the tidal sound of the sea and the sky.
Fuchun Bamboo in Ming Dynasty, you should see Xie Gongchuan. The people who returned to Fuyang at the farewell ceremony were in a cold wave, so what did the temple think of returning to China?
I remember in February and March, Chunshan preferred Fuchun. Send the sun to wish Lang Shiyuan a leisurely and prosperous guest, remembering the dusk.
The first person is envious, like a gentleman. The swift river is shallow, and the seamounts in the distance are small.
If you go to Xin 'an Road, Yanling has a fishing trip. To send Jia to Chun Zhu, the southeast source of Wulang, was once Xie Gongyou.
Today's prosperity has gone, and Xin' anjiang has entered autumn. The water is clear to welcome passers-by, and the frost leaves fall into the boat.
When you think of the Red Pavilion and hear the voice of the ape-man, you will feel sad at night. As early as Hangzhou, the Pan-Fuchun River sent thirty-one public servants ashore, and Quan Deyu was waiting for Xiao Qi to take over. What a windy river.
Bai Bo is a blue sky, rippling in the morning light. Looking at the boundless, sadness will be the same.
I have never left this road, but I am afraid that I will become a sad person. Look down at the bait scale and look up at the sky.
When is the heart tired when the tassel dust is getting thicker? Just this world, everything is a cage.
Only what is in the cup wakes you up drunk and poor. An old friend is hanging in the garden with lush trees.
When I finally reached this mountain, * * * tied Lan Guicong. In autumn, Fuchun River goes to Luoyin, the far shore is as flat as scissors, and Chengjiang is as quiet as a shop.
Purple scale fairy guest control, gold Li Hengnu. Hanshan is broad and bright.
Yanling also has a high opinion. It's a good idea to go back to bed. Fu Bo's hometown is happy to return, when the drums of the pan-Fuchun River land-swimming double oars roll the river.
Look at the fishing pond when the autumn mountain breaks, and leave the fishing platform at dawn. The official road has been donated in the past year, and the guest clothes still regret breaking the wind.
When I got home, I was at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, and the neighbors were laughing. Read history, Lu. You will never know what is wrong until you go to sleep.
Don't blame the tourists in Fuchun River, they will never get tired of fishing in rocky places all their lives. Lu You longed for fame and fortune when he was young, but it was a relaxing sight when he was old.
Although Shanjia is like a captain in the city, the shepherd is ashamed of Fuchun's life. Lotus rolls down the moon and sets the mountain, and lonely cold waves soak the shore.
To know how to be proud of your new life, you must spend a lot of time fishing. Send a sigh of relief to Lu You, and thank you for your illness.
At first, I wanted to be independent, but I didn't want to fly in groups. What's the use of thinking about the name of the year? Who will return to Jiuyuan? Buried in nearby non-plains, Fuchun beach and moss rocks.
5. Sing a poem about Fuchun landscape, indicating the author and source.
Sun Ti, a boat that stayed in Zhejiang overnight, entered Hechi at night, and Whitestorm was shining brightly.
Fuchun bamboo climax did not return, Tianmu Cenbian early moon set. Smoke and water are so bitter that people sing across the river.
When will Luoyang City Que meet? The clouds in the northwest are deep. Jinshi Zhang Shu and Yan Wen saw him send Cui Tu a farewell mourning ring and handed it to each other to persuade him to take Gao Qiu as a hate medium.
The mountain is lonely outside the cloud, and the ferry is stormy. I also know that elm trees block the cold and need to be separated, and even the pavilion can't be warm.
Try to cross the Fuchun River, so there is a pool platform in the park. Send the judge Li to Dongjiang and Wang Wei to inquire about the Emperor Walter, and then cover the minister with soap.
Seal the left language, crown tattoo. The trees are divided into the Yangtze River, and the tide is full of Fuchun.
You know who distinguishes the collectors from the distance, and you are grateful to those who cry. Siping Spring Ten Miscellaneous Poems Tree and Stone Two Apes, Li Deyu, Catch the Ripples between Sese and Fuchun Mountain, Meet.
On the pine tree, apes cry at night and the valley is clear. Rushing into the net suddenly saw the shackles, so Shan resigned.
Bitan has no reason to drink and compete for the green radish branches. Recalling the six poems "Fishing in a Mountain", Li Deyu and Yan Guang were hidden in Fuchun, and the mountains were green.
What you catch is not fish, you can swing your nylon at will. I admire a gentleman and want to sit on a pool stone.
Take this back to Yichuan, relax and comfort yourself. Send Wang Shaofu back to Hangzhou. Han Han's boat will go all the way to Qingping, and I will go to Fuchun with the tide.
Known as the landlord, Su is a small villager in Qiantang. A handful of pueraria lobata can relieve alcoholism, and gardenia is a good gift.
Sooner or later, it is better than the fish in the pool, and the heart of pity is new. Fuchun Wu Rong has water and mountains on earth, and Fuchun landscape is not on earth.
Changchuan is not the green of spring, but the reflection of Qianfeng falls in it. Wu Fuchun melts water and sends mountains to meet Fuchun, and a river is picturesque and sunny.
The clouds are low and the sails are heavy, and the cold sand birds rise and fall. There may not be no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.
The cool breeze in Yan Guang has a long history, so I dare not stop paying attention to it. Send Judge Lu to Qianzhou Road, Jiao Ran, Hangzhou, have a look and make a turn.
There are many flowers under the forest, and the waning moon is by the old pool. Fengcaiyun Temple, the tidal sound of the sea and the sky.
Fuchun Bamboo in Ming Dynasty, you should see Xie Gongchuan. The people who returned to Fuyang at the farewell ceremony were in a cold wave, so what did the temple think of returning to China?
I remember in February and March, Chunshan preferred Fuchun. Send the sun to wish Lang Shiyuan a leisurely and prosperous guest, remembering the dusk.
The first person is envious, like a gentleman. The swift river is shallow, and the seamounts in the distance are small.
If you go to Xin 'an Road, Yanling has a fishing trip. To send Jia to Chun Zhu, the southeast source of Wulang, was once Xie Gongyou.
Today's prosperity has gone, and Xin' anjiang has entered autumn. The water is clear to welcome passers-by, and the frost leaves fall into the boat.
When you think of the Red Pavilion and hear the voice of the ape-man, you will feel sad at night. As early as Hangzhou, the Pan-Fuchun River sent thirty-one public servants ashore, and Quan Deyu was waiting for Xiao Qi to take over. What a windy river.
Bai Bo is a blue sky, rippling in the morning light. Looking at the boundless, sadness will be the same.
I have never left this road, but I am afraid that I will become a sad person. Look down at the bait scale and look up at the sky.
When is the heart tired when the tassel dust is getting thicker? Just this world, everything is a cage.
Only what is in the cup wakes you up drunk and poor. An old friend is hanging in the garden with lush trees.
When I finally reached this mountain, * * * tied Lan Guicong. In autumn, Fuchun River goes to Luoyin, the far shore is as flat as scissors, and Chengjiang is as quiet as a shop.
Purple scale fairy guest control, gold Li Hengnu. Hanshan is broad and bright.
Yanling also has a high opinion. It's a good idea to go back to bed. Fu Bo's hometown is happy to return, when the drums of the pan-Fuchun River land-swimming double oars roll the river.
Look at the fishing pond when the autumn mountain breaks, and leave the fishing platform at dawn. The official road has been donated in the past year, and the guest clothes still regret breaking the wind.
When I got home, I was at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, and the neighbors were laughing. Read history, Lu. You will never know what is wrong until you go to sleep.
Don't blame the tourists in Fuchun River, they will never get tired of fishing in rocky places all their lives. Lu You longed for fame and fortune when he was young, but it was a relaxing sight when he was old.
Although Shanjia is like a captain in the city, the shepherd is ashamed of Fuchun's life. Lotus rolls down the moon and sets the mountain, and lonely cold waves soak the shore.
To know how to be proud of your new life, you must spend a lot of time fishing. Send a sigh of relief to Lu You, and thank you for your illness.
At first, I wanted to be independent, but I didn't want to fly in groups. What's the use of thinking about the name of the year? Who will return to Jiuyuan? Buried in nearby non-plains, Fuchun beach and moss rocks.
Seven Laws and Mr. Liu Yazi never forgot to drink tea in Guangdong, calling Ye Yuzhou. Thirty-one years after returning from my motherland, I read zhanghua when the flowers fell.
Complaining too much can prevent heartbroken, and you should pay attention to it after a long history. Mo Dao Kunming pool is shallow, and watching fish is better than Fuchun River.
6. Fuchun's landscape poems
The scenery from Fuchun to Yanling is good.
Author: Ji Yun
Thick as spring clouds and light as smoke,
Staggered towards the river.
Sunset and running water push the tent and sit,
Cuise got on the boat as people wished.
Note: catchy, fresh and elegant! Poetry depicts the beauty of Fuchun River, just like a poetic landscape painting. The language is clear and the metaphor is appropriate and vivid.
At sunset, a covered boat sailed in Fuchun River, and the scenery on both sides attracted the poets sitting on the boat. He couldn't help but open the canopy and get a panoramic view of the scenery on both sides of the strait. The most striking feature of Fuchunjiang landscape is green: dense forests on both sides; Green water rippled in the river. Everything is green, which makes the author feel that this emerald is following him closely and even seems to be rushing to the bow. These two poems are fresh and lively, writing the vivid life of Fuchun River landscape.
Return to Tonglu's former residence to send a long history.
Author: Zhang Bayuan
Yesterday I resigned from my master and went back to the boat. My home is in Tonglu, and I miss the old mountains. Warm March, flowers are blooming,
Two streams join to form water. When near Wenjiang, the local dialect is spoken, while in far places, it can reduce the trouble of traveling.
Or get drunk and meet the snow at night, and Huaixian wants to travel mountains and rivers.
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Two Poems by Fuchun
Wu Rong
Water sends mountains to meet Fuchun, and a river is picturesque and sunny.
The clouds are low and the sails are heavy, and the cold sand birds rise and fall.
There may not be no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.
The cool breeze in Yan Guang has a long history, so I dare not stop paying attention to it.
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Qiantang Miscellaneous Poems to Tonglu Ship
Liu siwu
A folding castle peak and a screen,
A bay of clear water and a piano.
Silent poetry and vocal painting,
You must look for it on Tonglu River.
Just four sentences and twenty-eight characters describe the scenery of Tonglu and the love of Qiantang. The beauty of nature is colorful, but Lushan Mountain, a cave in Zhejiang, has a unique charm, with heavy green hills, painted screen fans, clear water in the bay and leisurely music.