Quietly, alone, I stepped on the long-distance bus.
Have a spiritual date
Give yourself a long-awaited dream.
Wandering thoughts, in the breeze
Wandering gently, drifting towards
Where I miss you.
_ _ _ _ _ Chagan Lake
Qiuyang covered Chagan Lake with a golden coat.
The clear lake is like a mirror.
Reflecting floating crane
It's foggy
The lake is full of smoke.
Fishing songs are euphemistic and hummed.
A few snow-white seagulls
Flap your wings and bathe in the sun.
Draw a beautiful arc
Fly to the distance
On the shore, reed flowers are blowing, and the fragrance of the fields is overflowing.
The mountains and trees are lush and the grass is fragrant.
Reach the horizon
The magnificent scenery of Saibei
have a panoramic view
Boating in the lake
Dancing, the wind is blowing from all directions.
The heart melts in all directions.
Enjoy the clear water and blue sky.
Enjoy the waves and waterfowl in Qi Fei.
One boat, one boat.
You are leisurely and complicated.
Lake, Holy Water and Poems of Lake
Melodious Ma Touqin
Telling the hope of the Millennium.
The mysterious chama dance
Make public an ancient dream.
Shenqing' aobao
Entrust the pious blessings of the grassland people.
Sacrifice to the lake, wake up the net
Deduced the infinite magic of nomadic people
Chagan lake
The mirror of heaven, the eyes of the earth
Chagan lake
A bright pearl in the hands of saints
I am affectionate.
Drunk in your arms
Chagan lake
The lake in my heart
Chagan lake
Dream lake
2. Dai Wangshu, a modern poem about the lake.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
Towards the decaying wall,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Xiangting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
Is the rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
3. Modern poetic lakeside rain lane, Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl with a lilac knot.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, silently melancholy like me, melancholy like me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She drifted across a dreamlike sadness and confusion.
Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot. To the Oak Shuting If I love you, I won't show off on your high branches like Campbell who climbs. If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak.
Even during the day. Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.
This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. Farewell to Cambridge Author: Xu Zhimo gently I left, just as I gently came; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
4. Modern poems describing the scenery of the West Lake are freehand brushwork of the West Lake.
Nanchuan lay man
As we approached the West Lake,
Close to a kind of tenderness.
The hand of writing,
Grow into thousands of willows on the shore,
Every night, sparkling, crystal clear.
Su Dongpo and Bai Juyi,
In this light wave,
Singing with pride and passion,
Hum people's feelings and sufferings;
Write this poem as Bai Causeway,
Give the word Su Causeway.
Yue Fei's loyal soul,
The spirit of Su Xiaoxiao.
Brave and gentle,
Standing on the shore.
I'm thinking about coordination,
Suddenly I remembered the choppy waves in Qiantang.
And the beauty of Xizi Lake.
Light rain falls from time to time,
Give Xu Xian a chance,
Give the world a story.
People without umbrellas,
Get wet by memory.
There is no troubled fahai,
This story is not very exciting,
White snake will live a plain and happy life.
Is there a Leifeng Tower?
Will the West Lake care?
Only by constantly breaking the bridge,
Lack of romance and interest.
Miss the West Lake,
Longjing is fragrant and delicious.
The night bell in Lanping is clear and exciting.
Qu Yuan's lotus wind washes away troubles and worldly affairs.
Outside the castle peak building outside the mountain,
Listen to the willow waves and hear the sound of warblers,
Look at seclusion,
Sleeping on the shore of the West Lake at night,
Dreaming of writing,
Unwilling to wake up.
I'm afraid I'll sleep here,
It is also a kind of beauty.
Can you believe it?
5. A classic modern poem describing the West Lake: "Looking for Dreams in the West Lake"
Hold an oil-paper umbrella,
Through the sentimental rainy season,
In the misty rain of the lake,
Along the Tang rhyme,
Looking for Qiantang in those days,
An ancient dream of eternal prosperity.
By boat,
Push away the gentle blue waves,
In a cloud,
Swaying like a blooming year,
With the elegance of ancient poetry,
Looking for Jiangnan,
Romantic feelings.
Lu' an flower embankment,
Whether,
Wandering in the dim back of the ancients,
Elegant taste,
In the shallow singing,
Recite a poem handed down from generation to generation?
Broken bridges and broken snow,
Whether,
The feeling of a thousand years of love is floating,
With lingering love,
In the sunset of Lei Feng,
Legends that have been passed down through the ages?
Dream of the West Lake,
Stepping on the dust of history,
Look at the handwriting hand,
Wash waves and clear streams every night,
In light makeup,
Painted lakes and mountains,
Look at this lovely little soul,
Romance in the Six Dynasties flowed day by day,
In the clear water and green mountains,
Tears of acacia are flowing.
Dream of the West Lake,
In the drizzle,
Look at the light smoke scattered around a lake.
Sing a poem in Jiangnan,
Looking forward to the blooming lotus,
A pool of charm blooms,
I stood in the pavilion by the pool,
Looking at the lake,
Before you brew,
In the feeling of spring and snow,
When you fly,
In the talent of elegance and romance,
Lost in the old dream of Lin 'an warm wind.
6. Zhu Qinghe, an ancient poem describing the lake, was written on March 9, 2004.
Reading these ancient poems, we can not only appreciate a kind of beauty from Fuxian Lake in the real world, but also appreciate another kind of taste. There is a record of "Water Monster" in Fuxian Lake in Chengjiang County Records Magazine. In these ancient poems, there are also many descriptions of the "water monster" in the lake, which can prove the "water monster" in history books.
For example, in the "Lonely Mountain Song" praising the lonely island of Fuxian Lake in the late Ming Dynasty, Gong Sheng Jiangchuan wrote: "kuya shoots storks and overlooks the hidden catfish." According to the Modern Chinese Dictionary, the word "catfish" is interpreted as: "reptile, with a short nose and mouth, more than two meters long, and scales on its back and tail.
Strong, sleepy, digging holes in the river bank. Leather can make drums.
Also known as Jilong or Chinese alligator, commonly known as Pig Polong. "Kangxi Dictionary" said: "It looks like a lizard, more than a foot long, and armor is like armored skin".
During the reign of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, Li Guangbi, a tribute from Chengjiang, also mentioned the "monster" in his five-character poem Moonlight on the Fairy Lake, saying that "Gui Shuqing, whales and catfish swim". "Miscellaneous" and "artistic writing" set each other off into interest, which will naturally add a lot of interest to reading.
The song goes like this: River Yang Qu, River Yang Mountain, Cui Yun Stack, River Yang Water, clear and bright, flowers bloom late, butterflies fly up and down in the east wind, peach blossoms are a little bloody, pear flower falls is in the fragrant snow, wanderers can't bear to return, pedestrians leave here lightly, their hearts are as strong as iron, so we should make short songs about flowers and leave them for them. Zhu's deputy envoy rowed a boat to see Song off by the Chengjiang River in Zhili, and the boat was far from the river.
The sunrise is full of interest and the teeth are like the palm of your hand. The winter in the south is still warm, and Feng Yi likes playing drums very much.
Shi Bi blooms in the mountainous area, and the leaves of apple flowers are uneven and long. The water gull leaves the pool with the fish, and the night heron will not be surprised.
White clouds don't move, green hills move, and silver sheets are stacked on all sides. In a short time, Changfeng began to rise, and the cold roared and shook Lin Mang.
The stormy waves roared and arowana came and went. The joys and sorrows of life change rapidly, and the world is full of ups and downs.
Sorrow is sorrow, and the new wine overflows the golden cup. At the intersection of the southwest of the Yangtze River, Ma Yuan collects security? How much to reveal, less to look back, ancient and modern Wei are dust.
The river is flowing regardless of the past and present, and Jiangtou people will come back tomorrow. Mr. Liu Li, the satrap of Chengjiang Chunshe, and Mr. Yang Yongxiu, the rhyme of Lin 'an, in February, it was sunny and cold, with flowers blooming.
Boys and girls are singing and dancing in the village. The music in Shegu Village is inclined to temples, and it is said that Buddha is welcomed one after another.
After a while, Wei Ming gave a banquet, and the hub hit the shoulder, and Linzi City. It's too late to collect crows in the north, and feiyan is far from Liang.
Jade clothes & It is a good pastime to have a night outing in bed in spring. When the puppet is in the bright moon, the skill of the north and south corners is west and east.
I'm only worried that spring will come and go, and beauty will turn into Chinese Pulsatilla. The five-character law coincides with the preface of Zhang's Tianya Festival, and its phenology is also timely.
Phoenix tail gathers new dew, and the chicken skin is fine and fat. Sweet potato is Xia Guo's taste, and bitter buckwheat is an autumn dish.
It's a cool breeze all night, and I feel carefree and homesick. Jathyapple professors Li Han, Hu Xian and Tiger Head stayed together for a whole month.
The light of cold water often shines on the ancients. Wild cranes fall from the sky, and the waves dive.
If you play dress songs, make good use of them. Jathyapple, a fairy lake, teaches Li Guangbi to love the moon, welcomes guests from Yingzhou, and enjoys the autumn night.
Remove laurel trees and swimming whale catfish. There is no sky in the blue sky, and there are no waves in Huxian Lake.
Glass into thousands of hectares, vaguely listening to neon songs. Between the cliffs on Fuxian Lake, there are two immortals, Shi Xiao, standing on their shoulders. People in Qixian stood on the boat with pots in their hands, and the ancient cave was filled with smoke.
How to stay in the fairy for a few days? The three of us, laughing hand in hand.
Therefore, the name of the lake is steep and colorful. Li Kuangding, a native of Dingxian County, crossed the sharp hillside and caressed the west of the lake at dusk. The empty mountain was crying.
The village smoking area is locked, and the sea color is half a mystery. The road is out of the way, the cloud roots are near, and the slope is high and the trees are low.
The woodcutter's songs come in a winding path, and the rhyme is clear and sad. Seven-word law dictates that Yuan Fuxian Lake is the military road, Cao Kuicheng Lake is like a mirror, and wine is like a bottle, so entertainment will be enjoyable.
Yunshan on both sides of the strait stays overnight, and a wisp of smoke column makes Chun Qing. The bath is not far away, and the fishing boat is light at the beginning.
The shadow fades with the western sun, and the mountain peaks in front float in the moonlight. Answer to Liu Niantai's "Taishiyang Shenshu people moved to the lake in autumn, and their hands were powerless."
It was our party that led to the new law, but it was public servants who removed the floating name. A ghost is far away, and the mountains are the same as the moon.
Huang Guan Bai Heng fled the world and cherished friendship. After Hong Wen, Xiao Lian patrolled the Yougu Mountain, with boats in Jiangchuan and empty islands.
Black plastering blocks green, and cloud roots protect bamboo shoots. The ridge floats on the crane's back, and the line leans against the rainbow to catch the rock.
I like the quiet place with the moon and the wind. The lake is playing ChristianRandPhillips. Chengjiang learns from Wu Fengyi, a lonely city at the foot of the mountain, which is popular.
Shuyu grass fans prime minister's tomb, Yunlong yanguan Wuxiang camp. Cauliflower used to make tourists drunk, but Huazang still pitied Pu Shuiqing.
There is no way to visit the family through mourning, and the details will be between classmates. Hu Xian jathyapple Zhao Shilin (the twelfth choice) Yu Yuan Xian described Hu Xian Lake, and the smoke waves touched the reed.
The sky comes from the blue sea, and people don't know there is a kettle. Gulls usually sleep in sand houses, and peaches and willows are painted.
I love it when themoon opens the door in the middle of the night. The glass is full of people. Fuxian Lake is an event where Li Fa's family meets the distant sky on all sides. The lake is full of light and embraces the city.
The wind contains fine algae, and the clouds and peaks are used as smoke. Mulberry trees grow in the green field of the cottage, and knives and rulers are used to urge new cicadas.
On this day, Qing Zun will become a fine party, and I will accompany the hawksbill banquet for a long time. Chengyang, that is, the study of things, is to find out that Zhang Yuyuan was once a famous county and the south building was prosperous.
Surrounded by green hills and mountains, a huge sea water is injected into the dragon. The spring breeze calls the calf back to the pot, and the autumn moon sounds long.
The situation is peaceful and beautiful, and the car book is in Dahuangzhou, Wan Li. Fairy Lake, jathyapple, Mars, Wanqing Pinghu, a clear mirror, who teaches Haobo Yongming.
The light shakes Biluo to Han Yun, and the autumn wind shakes Shijiazhuang. If you look at all the doubts about Joan Yu He, you will see that the water is crystal clear.
If you don't want to travel, you can take a boat to meet the sea. Yin Hongqiao is famous for its beauty (1/10), with a 100-foot Hong Fei decorated building and a red-dust partition to Cangzhou.
Danqiu is also a place on the earth, so why does Xiancha ask about bullfighting? In autumn, the prince of the same clan accompanied Zhu Baiweng to accompany him to the lonely mountain, and the scenery was filled with ten poems. Yang Shen, Chengjiang in Jiangchuan (the third choice), the water in Chengjiang seems green.
The natural map is better than the West Lake. Arrive at Chengjiang No.2 Middle School.