1. Quote two lines of poetry to describe the scenery in a 500-word composition
"When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue."
Whenever I read When I read these two lines of poems, I can't help but feel happy that I am a southerner, especially after seeing the cold and desolation of winter in the north. Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is always so vibrant, with peach blossoms and pear blossoms always blooming lively. Only the rape blossoms can quietly hear the busy buzzing of bees, showing the elegance of white butterflies playing through the flowers.
The grass in the distance spreads wantonly, and tender green leaves grow early on all kinds of trees, just like the even strokes of a painter, leaving no trace behind. The sky may be bright in spring, or it may be misty and drizzling. In addition, the white mist blowing in all directions due to the wind on the mountain, accompanied by the looming houses on the mountain, makes people feel as addicted as a fairyland.
Summer is as passionate as fire. You can hear cicadas everywhere in the trees, children playing in the water by the river, and the occasional croaking of frogs. Morning glories hang beautifully on the wall, ivy flutters in the wind, and carps under Tingting lotus leaves stay motionless after swimming. It is a lively and quiet afternoon. 2. Question: Please write two lines of poetry describing the scenery.
It’s three minutes warm in spring.
Three sunny days in spring.
Spring rain is as precious as oil.
Spring is the first of the four seasons of the year.
The plan for the year begins with spring.
If the spring breeze does not blow, the grass buds will not sprout.
In spring, children’s faces change three times a day.
The fat is not as good as the spring rain, and the bitterness is not as bad as the autumn frost.
Seasons wait for no one, spring is better than gold.
People get up early in spring, and people eat well in autumn.
Plow an inch of soil deeply in spring, and plow ten thousand stones in autumn.
A person cannot age in ten years, and a spring is lost in one day.
Youth is the spring of mankind. ——Guo Moruo
There are flowers flying everywhere in Spring City. ——Han Yu
The red apricot branches are full of spring. ——Song Qi
The eastern wind brings spring to your eyes. ——Li He
When spring comes, everything in the world is fresh. ——Feng Menglong
When spring comes, the grass and trees in the world will know. ——Zhang Shi
The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ——Ye Shaoweng
At sunrise, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and in spring, the water on the river is as green as blue. ——Bai Juyi
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ——He Zhizhang
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. ——Su Shi
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. ——Liu Yuxi
There is no need to go to the eastern suburbs, spring is among thousands of households. ——Lu Daoyue
Spring Rain——Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
Spring flowers - melancholy A tree in the east column with snow makes life look so clear.
Spring Night——It is a deeper moonlit night, half of the house is home, the Beidou is tilted to the south.
Spring water - the spring water is as green as the sky, painting boats and listening to the rain to sleep.
Spring breeze - the spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Spring - It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring when it is colorful.
Spring scene - try to watch it from a transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers.
Spring Outing - The east wind knows that I want to travel to the mountains, and blows away the sound of rain accumulated on the eaves.
Spring Thoughts - In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Spring Silence - The spring tide brings rain late and comes quickly, and there is no boat crossing the wild.
Spring Sorrow - I asked you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward
Spring Dream - I was in a spring dream for a while on my pillow, traveling thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Spring Hate - There is love and infatuation in life, and this hate has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Spring returns - Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
-------- Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close
-- -----Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain"
Thousands of miles away, the oriole crows, the green reflects the red, and the water village mountain country wine flag winds
--------Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
p>Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky
-------- Du Fu's "Quatrains"
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, where is the bright moon? Time shines for me
--------Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou"
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue
< p> --------Bai Juyi's "Jiangnan Hao"When I sleep in spring, I don't wake up to dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
-------- "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran
1) Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes and tears will dry up. --Li Shangyin
2) The spring tide brings rain late and comes quickly, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. --Wei Yingwu
3) The tide of the Spring River is even with the river flat, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. --Zhang Ruoxu
4) The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? --Wang Anshi
5) The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. --Ye Shaoweng
6) Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and cold food comes from the east to keep the willows from falling. -- Han Yu
7) A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. --Su Shi
8) Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. Cen Shen
9) When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. ——Bai Juyi
10) I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ——He Zhizhang
11) A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. ——Su Shi
12 Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees were in front of the diseased trees. ——Liu Yuxi
Reference: Complete Collection of Scenery Poems 3. Choose two ancient poems describing scenery, expand your imagination around the description of the scenery, and write a paragraph
"Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, Although "Seeing Nanshan Leisurely" longs for the indifference and leisure of Taowong, it cannot bid farewell to the hustle and bustle of the city. Therefore, like Liang Shiqiu, it is okay to find one or two "humble houses" in places where "Green Tree Village is close to each other and Qingshan Guo is sloping outside." Even "summer mosquitoes turn into thunder" can also "pretend to be like a group of cranes dancing in the sky". In this way, a "humble room" can also become an "elegant house". If someone in the "elegant house" can't bear his temper, plays the flute, caresses the harp, and reads a line or two of poetry, it can also be called "tuning the plain qin". "Reading the Golden Sutra". When you go out of the house, you will always see green mountains and green trees. When you enjoy the sunset, you won't sigh: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." If at that time, I was sitting alone in front of the house, facing the setting sun in the western sky, facing the birds returning to the forest, facing the distant green mountains, the gently swaying trees, and the land under my feet, who would I will also think of how happy tomorrow will be! As long as you are in the tranquil mountains, it is worth it even if you use the sky as your quilt and the earth as your bed.
Youyou's "Ya She" is "really the fairy capital of the world of desire"! Even if the house is simple and simple, if "I only have virtue and kindness", why should it be "shabby"?
If in the Mid-Autumn Festival, with the mottled tree shadows dancing, you can raise your glass to the moon through the gap between the windows or the roof of the "Ya She", and drink your wine in the wind, you will surely forget all the favors and disgrace! The chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, coupled with a faint fragrance, the fragrance of green grass and the fragrance of earth can also be intoxicating. By then, there will be no need to look for "the green grass on the steps reflects the spring color" or "two orioles sing the green willows" in ancient poems, let alone "raising a cup to relieve sorrow and make me sad", right?
With the kindness of the owner, a "humble room" can become a "gentle house", but such a "gentle house" is out of reach.
I also like "the house is built in a human environment, and there are no carriages and horses to announce it", but it is true! 4. Looking for a composition with poems about scenery
Autumn in ancient poems Opening the collection of poems, I looked for the shadow of autumn in it, looking for that familiar face... "The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun. "At sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the hillside. The world is so peaceful. Open your arms and take a breath of the autumn breath. It is cool and comfortable, making people forget the heat of summer.
Sitting under the tree, letting the autumn wind blow across my cheeks, I seem to see the ginkgo tree in autumn. The leaves are like small jade fans, fanning them wherever they are, fanning away the heat of summer and bringing autumn. of coolness. Blinking your eyes, the autumn maple trees are right in front of you. The leaves are like blazing fire, slowly falling from the trees, like stamps, stamps that send everyone the message of autumn.
Swish, brush, brush, the autumn wind blows the withered and yellow leaves, blowing them all over the sky. They fall to the ground, are buried in the soil, float on the water, and fall on the roof... Look At this point, I can't help but think of "the howling autumn wind in August, rolling up the triple thatch on my house." The autumn wind is also quite naughty! Looking up at the blue sky washed by the autumn wind, the autumn geese flying with open wings chirped and flew to the south. The poem "The wind sends the autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy the high buildings" came to mind. Autumn The wind is so kind, she told Qiuyan, "Autumn is here - autumn is here!" and personally sent it to fly to the south, so that it could escape the stranglehold of winter before the cruel winter. Autumn is a golden season, but I think "Autumn" is her name. "Autumn" is a child, a naughty but kind child. She drives away summer and frees people from the suffering of summer; she buries Fallen leaves make the land fertile and life nourished; she sends the geese away to let them escape the clutches of winter. 5. Two sentences describing the scene
A poem describing the "moon"
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
----Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon"
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown.----Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
< p> Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"The bright moon frightened the magpies, and the cicadas chirped in the breeze in the middle of the night. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The moon was bright during the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"
People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi's "Boat Boating at Guazhou"
The moon is falling. The sky is filled with cry of frost, Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy. --- Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge"
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world *** At this time --- Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people. --- Meng Haoran's "Staying on the Jiande River"
Looking at the mirror at dawn, but worrying about the clouds on the temples, singing at night and feeling the cold moonlight --- Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
Poems about friendship
There are close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors even as far as the end of the world. --------Wang Bo "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai's "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling"
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love. ――――Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"
Poems with "birds"
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. ――――Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. ――― Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
The moonrise scares the birds, and the spring calls are heard all the time. In the stream. ――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The mountain air gets better day by day, and the birds return. ―――Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"
I shed tears when I am touched by flowers, and startled by the hatred of other birds. ――――Du Fu's "Spring Outlook"
There are clouds growing in the chest, and birds returning from the canthus. ――――Du Fu's "Wang Yue"
Poems with "Rain"
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ――Zhang Zhihe's " "Fisher's Song"
The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——-Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into my dream. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ――――Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three drops of rain are falling in front of the mountain――― How many. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"
The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is breaking them ――― Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
With " Verses with the word "mountain"
Green trees border the village, and green mountains slant outside. ―――――Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Traveling thousands of miles to fight in the army, I have to fly through the mountains. ――――Mulan Poetry‖
To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. ――――Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. ――――Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. ——Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"
The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. ―――Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower"
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. ——Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains at a glance. ―――――Du Fu's "Wang Yue"
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
―――――Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"
Poems with "flower"
My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and my face is not cold with the willow wind------- - Monk Zhinan
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red ---------- Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple"
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ――― Song Dynasty - Yang Wanli "Xugongdian, Suxin City"
April in the world is full of beauty, and the peach blossoms in mountain temples are beginning to bloom ――― Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" 6. 600 words containing poems describing scenes. Composition
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons.
I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool, and winter is cold. As time goes by, people gradually grow up, and slowly I fall in love with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring; I fall in love with playing in the pool and the taste of ice cream in summer; I fall in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights, and watching movies in winter Snow scenes...only autumn makes me feel boring.
Especially in the autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves turning yellow and falling one by one all day long. Apart from boredom, there is at most a hint of sadness.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I wasn't completely convinced at the time and was always a bit skeptical.
But since then, I have begun to observe and feel autumn. Autumn rain often falls, thinly and densely.
The wind mixed with the rain, and the rain followed the wind and drifted. The rain gently washed everything on the earth, making the ground shiny and full of raindrops seeping out from the leaves.
At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again, sending her afterglow to the earth.
Under the reflection of the soft sunlight, the yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl. Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a "rustle" sound, which is very pleasant. When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the wind, like beautiful yellow butterflies, flying in the wind. Sing and dance to the accompaniment.
At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves. Isn’t this a beautiful scene? But it was so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. Before I had time to appreciate it carefully, it disappeared.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and even more pity the strong autumn leaves. It struggles so hard to get rid of the constraints of the big tree, but doesn't it know that the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots? Is it worth burying yourself under the deep roots forever for such a short-term freedom? But I also thought, maybe this is the spirit of Qiuye.
Their real purpose of breaking free from the shackles of the big tree may not be to be free in that moment. They are to inject their final self into the tree roots so that the big tree can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. In the spring of the coming year, new, stronger and new leaves will grow on the branches. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were back then? Thinking of this, I feel proud of autumn leaves again. I didn't expect them to have the idea of ??"sustainable development". It's incredible.
Perhaps it is given by the mysterious nature. The spring wind makes people sleepy; the summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; the winter wind makes people feel bitingly cold.
Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed. It is neither hot nor cold, and it can also make people sober up. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has the effect of refreshing the mind. Coupled with the cool autumn rain, this is the perfect introduction to medicine, and a pair of precious "natural medicinal herbs" may be formed.
Qiu Feng and Qiu Yu may be the most perfect pair in the world. The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain accompanies the autumn wind.
They can make everything in the world reflect a crystal luster and reflect the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can cut out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain flies; the autumn wind is refreshing and the autumn rain is cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. No one of them can be beautiful on its own.
What they express is an overall beauty, a harmonious beauty. Without wind, the rain will not fly and the leaves will not dance; without rain, the wind will not be moist and the leaves will not be shy; without leaves, the wind will appear monotonous and the rain will appear dull.
Only when they are combined skillfully can they form a beautiful painting and an exquisite poem - autumn. Nature has given us the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring, the prosperity of summer, the beautiful snow scenery in winter, and of course it will not forget to give us autumn.
So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also understood a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I am afraid you have to suffer extraordinary hardships. Autumn makes me appreciate its beauty, and also makes me realize some truths.
Autumn is really fruitful.
7. Two lines of poetry describing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake
It is beautiful when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. (Su Shi)
The solitary cattails are boundless and the water is vast, and the lotus blossoms at night are fragrant in the wind. Su Shi's "Five Wonders of the West Lake at Night"
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is flat at the feet of the clouds.
In several places, early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, so that Asakusa can have no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the eastbound lake is the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are unique.
Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"