The poem about natural scenery in grade four is 1. China Garden, the second volume of Grade Four, is a famous ancient poem describing natural scenery.
Su Shi (Song Dynasty) looked at the mountain side as the peak, and the distance was different. He doesn't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but he is only on this mountain. Lu You (Song Dynasty) did not laugh at peasant wine, but raised enough chickens and dolphins in good years. There is no road to doubt in the mountains, and there is another village. Passing by the old village, Meng Haoran (Tang) prepared chicken rice for me, old friend. To say that Sang Ma is holding our cups, I will come back in chrysanthemum time when we have a holiday on the mountain. Recalling Jiangnan and Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) in Jiang Nanyi, the most unforgettable place is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will I revisit it? Four seasons mixed (Southern Song Dynasty), Fan Chengda Li Jinhuang apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower sparse. Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly. Drinking Book at Wanghulou (Song Dynasty) Su Shi.
2. Ancient poems describing natural scenery
Wang Changling
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Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty.
The Long March hasn't come back yet.
But Dragon City will fly in,
No Hu Ma can cross the Yinshan Mountain.
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The new horse straddles the white saddle,
After the war, the moonlight was cold on the battlefield.
The sound of iron drums above the city is still shocking.
The blood on the saber is still dry.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. (Wang Wei)
Rows of red leaves, countless sunset mountains. (Wang Shizhen
) Qian Shan has a vast ocean and a clear moon in Chengjiang. (Huang Tingjian)
The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain. (Xin Qiji)
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. (Zhang)
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
-Du Fu's quatrains
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
-Du Fu's quatrains
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
-Zhu's Spring Day
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Changbai Mountain
Changbai Mountain is covered with snow and ice.
There is a strong wind under Changbai Mountain.
Iron shoes make people thirsty,
Forest edge rest:
There is no way for mountains and rivers to be suspicious.
Who can understand me?
Wan Li's gloomy clouds and trapped stars lock.
How many beats can life have?
Gu:
Alas, a strong man broke his wrist.
3. Names of ancient poems describing landscapes in grades one to four.
"Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles away, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low clouds.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. The Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, where the yellow crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, is now the only one left.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", the grandeur of Mount Tai! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. If there is a spring boat on the lake, there is no end to the joy of thinking. No matter what the future holds, I will bear it.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.
The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
"From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
On a clear morning, in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shone on the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
In Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa", the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River, far from the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Poetry, Wang, Linjiangzhu and Mingluan continued to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
4. Poems describing natural scenery
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. -Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan" Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" is decorated with jasper trees, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. -He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow" has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the spring breeze and flowers are fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. -Du Fu's "Jueju" Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi" Two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky. -Du Fu's "Jueju" Peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of Chunjiang Duck. -Su Shi's "Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong" The egrets fly in front of the Cisai Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" can't be closed in spring, and an apricot is out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng's "A Fair Garden" wins the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the scenery is endless. -Zhu's "Spring Day" is thousands of miles green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Going Home" Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest room is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"