Fishermen have been farming at sea for generations and catching shrimp year after year. Changsha Wanli Shitang is a lovely home for Sansha fishermen.
A more detailed investigation of Sansha City, the Pearl of Hainan, in the road book, Chinese sons and daughters took the lead in discovering management and set sail to fight the ends of the earth. The South China Sea is the sea of ancestors, and the iron fact proves this.
The sea and sky in Sansha City are like a dream. The corals on the seabed are colorful and dazzling, and clusters are like blooming flowers. The strange and steep coral reef forest is lifelike and everyone praises it.
In the lush Sansha City, fishermen planted a century-old coconut tree. Green home sandbars become oases, and big trees shade fruit trees in rows.
Pittosporum sand-fixing revetment, four-season hedge flowers. In Sansha City, a paradise for birds, thousands of seabirds hover in the air to catch flying fish passing by the water.
Red-footed boobies fight in the wind and waves, and fishermen call them "navigation birds", which have the ability of accurate positioning. Sansha City on the blue waves has precious seafood under the waves.
In the sea of turtles and sea urchins, Longevity Star, the king of shellfish, tastes delicious. Hippocampus is a precious Chinese patent medicine and one of the eight treasures of sea cucumber in the world.
Sansha City is a vibrant city, experiencing rapid infrastructure construction. Solar street lamps illuminate the island and residential buildings are moving in.
After the completion of seawater desalination sewage treatment in power stations, hospitals, schools, banks and supermarkets have mushroomed. The rich and beautiful Sansha sea area has attracted the envy of countries inside and outside the region.
Sansha swordsmen, demonstrating their determination to defend sovereignty, built the Great Wall of Wan Li on the vast ancestor South Island Reef. Every Monday morning, the sun shines on the sea area of 200 square kilometers. Sansha people gather under the flagpole and sing the national anthem. The five-star red flag flies high in the sea of ancestors.
3, beautiful homeland, Xinyang Author: I am a modern old Yan. I was born in the north of Jiangnan. I grew up in the south of the north. Looking at the vast plains and beautiful mountains and rivers, that is my beautiful home. I am Lao Yan. I grew up on both sides of the Huaihe River. Fly over rice fields and wheat fields every day and drink the water from South Bay. I will taste the sweetness of Jigongshan cherry again. I am Lao Yan. I live on both sides of the Huaihe River. There are fragrant lotus roots and green tea gardens. All the boys here are hardworking and talented. The girls here are as beautiful as the flowers in spring. I am Lao Yan. I was born in the north of Jiangnan. I grew up in the dark clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. Please don't cover up the poet's keen heart and rain. Please don't wet the artist's clear eyes. How much I need them to render this beauty with that vivid poem and that charming picture scroll. 4. Beautiful green home Author: Wang Ping said that in modern autumn, the sun is setting, the white clouds are long, the mountains are green under the blue sky, and the water is quiet. Surging in my heart, I sincerely hope to watch the beautiful green home. How many warm dreams are in front of us, how many warm heartstrings stir the autumn sky, and the golden childhood footprint flows quietly in the depths of a vibrant and dense coconut grove. In the distance, groups of white geese danced and returned in groups, crossing the southern green fields and country roads in autumn, and scarlet cars carried lingering homesickness. Busy on the road, following the happy and satisfied passers-by, full of the rustic voice of the scenery that has been polished for years, full of the ancient legend of fathers' cigarettes, the lonely and lively hometown of Daoxiang is far away from the noise of the city, looking for peace here. 5. Talk: My Hometown Author: Chen Jue Hyundai dispelled the quiet and thin smoke of the years with the green hills as the background, and quietly led the tortuous and deep stone road to my home, living in Shan Ye, deep in the mountains. My ancestors and villages are breathing happily. White cranes fly in the mountains and perch in the river bend. The distance of a bird song is enough for me to walk in the mud all my life. The black sludge that came out between my bare feet felt cold and warm. This is out of love for my family, and I am really moved by the earth. Sunshine and rain often make crops grow quietly. They are like a potbellied ignorant daughter. Say to the village: I have a seasonal cycle, a rain and a few rays of sunshine, which is enough to make rice and corn drunk. They fainted in my home, pursuing the fragrance of the earth and the light of the ideal life. From ravines to ravines, from cottages to cottages, every trace of green is the most beautiful scenery. Although the family is not rich, it is full of happiness and hope.
2. Ancient poems and famous sentences describing beautiful homes are wild.
Colorful is always spring.
Biedongda
Gaoshi
It's a day in Huang Yun, a thousand miles away.
Chileger
Northern Dynasties
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
Know the east wind when you are free,
The north wind blows geese and snow,
Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day.
I am often afraid of autumn festivals.
Little is known about flowers.
If you want to travel light,
The sky is like a vault,
Morning dew waits for the sun.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green.
Xiao Chun
meng haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring.
Apes on both sides of the strait kept crying.
One hundred rivers flow eastward to the sea.
Yangchun Budeze.
Berthing Guazhou
Wang Anshi
A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Wangdongting
Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon blend together,
Run away at night,
The canoe crossed Chung Shan Man, and the cage covered four fields.
When will the moon shine on me,
The boss is very sad.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,
Sniffing birds everywhere,
The snow is full of bows and knives,
When to return to the west,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you,
There are no goggles on the surface of the swimming pool.
Everything is wonderful.
spring
Chu Hsi
Winning the sky and finding the fragrant waterfront?
Border songs
Lulun
In the faint moonlight, geese fly high,
Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.
The sky is gray,
The green snail in the silver plate,
The boundless scene is new for a while.
HanYueFu
The sunflower in the green garden,
The leaves of yellow flowers are rotting.
See the mountains and rivers in Dongting?
Young people do not work hard.
At night, it was stormy and white.
At dawn, I left the White King City which stood in colorful clouds.
3. Modern poems about * * * creating a beautiful home come into our beautiful home.
You'll see buildings with new ideas,
Fresh and tidy marble floor,
Greening like a forest park,
And beautiful Dutch windmills.
Next to it is a crescent-shaped stream.
In a trickle
From time to time, naughty koi fish,
Peeking out of the water curiously,
It seems that I am also enjoying the beautiful scenery in this "nature".
Because of the Yellow River,
We have a world-leading civilization,
Because of the Yellow River,
We have a strong and unyielding spirit,
Because of the Yellow River,
We have a beautiful and rich China home. ...
I am a child who has never seen the Yellow River.
I also want to say to it in my heart:
I love you, Yellow River!
The charming scenery after the rain is intoxicating.
Looking at graceful flowers, such as a beautiful woman who has just bathed;
The green lawn, like the surging sea;
The trees standing upright on both sides, like loyal guards, guard their beautiful homes.
Extended data
Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry.
Compared with classical poetry, although they are all written for feeling things, they are generally informal in format and rhythm.
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation, and image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry, which is "gentle and sincere, sad without complaining"
More emphasis is placed on free, open and straightforward statements and the communication between "sensible and intangible".
trait
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation, and image management is more important than rhetoric application. Compared with ancient poetry, although it is written for understanding things, it is a reflection of the soul.
However, it completely broke through the characteristics of "tenderness and tenderness, sadness without resentment" in ancient poetry, and emphasized the free and open, straightforward statement and the communication between "feeling and invisibility".
The mainstream of modern poetry is free verse. Free verse is the product of the May 4th New Culture Movement.
The vernacular style is adopted in form, which breaks the shackles of the old-style poetry, and mainly reflects the new life and expresses new ideas in content.
References:
Baidu Encyclopedia-Modern Poetry
4. beautiful homeland's poems and songs.
Northern Dynasties
Yinshan chilechuan,
The sky is like a vault, and the cage covers all the fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
When the wind blows, I see cattle and sheep below.
spring
Chu Hsi
Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya,
The boundless scene is new for a while.
Know the east wind when you are free,
When everything is colorful, it is always spring.
Xiao Chun
meng haoran
I can't feel the dawn of spring,
Sniffing birds everywhere
The sound of wind and rain at night,
Little is known about flowers.
Wangdongting
Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon blend together,
There is no wind on the pool surface and the mirror surface is not polished.
Looking at Dongting,
Green snail in a silver plate.
5. Ancient poems describing beautiful homeland, happy life and longing for the future 1, a farmer by the Wei River.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Translation:
The village is full of the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alleys.
The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch.
Pheasants are chirping, wheat is about to head, silkworms are fast asleep, and mulberry leaves are thin.
The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part.
How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.
2. Tianjiayuan Day
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.
I am forty years old. Although I have no official position, I am worried about farming.
A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.
Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.
Translation:
Last night, bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the East. This morning, the new year began again.
I am forty years old this year. Although I have no official position, I still care about the people.
Close to farmers working in fields covered with mulberry trees, carrying hoes and working with shepherds.
Farmers speculate on the natural climate this year, saying that this year is a bumper harvest year.
3. Return to the garden, and 3.
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Translation:
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and bean seedlings are sparse.
Get up early in the morning to weed, and go home in the moonlight at night.
The mountain road is narrow and covered with vegetation, and the dew wet my clothes at night.
It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope I won't go against my wish to retire.
4. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany, Part II.
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly (Wei Tongwei)
Translation:
Early summer is the season when plums are golden and apricots are plump. The ears of wheat are covered with white flowers, and almost all rape flowers are falling and bearing seeds.
The days in summer are very long, no one passes the fence, everyone is busy in the fields, only dragonflies and butterflies are dancing leisurely.
5. Don't be a sophomore or a freshman.
Tang dynasty: Gao Shi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Translation:
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sky and the sun are dark, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Don't worry about having no friends ahead. Who doesn't know you in the world?
6. What poems about "beautiful homeland" are called "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night"?
Author: Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
However, if something goes wrong with peacetime letters, the situation will not shrink back.
Du Fu's Moonlit Night
Tonight, watch it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
The fragrant fog and cloud are wet, and the jade shoulders are cold.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? ?
After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
Being in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every holiday.
Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?
"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
In addition to the night [Tang] is extremely suitable.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
Home [Tang] Du Mu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
Nostalgia [Song] Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
A Letter from Beijing [Ming] Yuan Kai
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
"Seeing the Mountain and Sending Friends to Beijing with Master Hao Chu" [Tang] Dai Shulun
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Wei ren [Tang]
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)
Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
Seeing a friend off at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Moonlight Billion My Youth (Du Fu)
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .