Poetry about Baise 1. Guangxi poetry
China's Map Poem Wandering in Guangxi —— Bagui (Guangxi) Zhuangxiang Poem/Guiguzi Picking a wisp of fragrance and strolling leisurely, dripping with mist, one side of the water and soil has already put aside the intoxicating magnificence.
Pick up a small white stone hidden in a cave and washed by an underground river, and listen to its sigh as it flows through the darkness. Spend the spring and autumn days and kiss every inch of land in Guangxi.
Exotic flowers and plants are competing to open, showing the beautiful face of Liu Sanjie's hometown. I met you in Guilin, an elegant Lijiang River full of clear and delicious food. From spring to autumn, there are mountains and waters in Guilin. I saw the loneliness of karst during the day and the purple skirts in the treetops, and the green mountains and green waters surged. That time, it was not eternal grandeur and novelty, but oil-painting flowers in front of me. I held my breath and listened to the whispers of mountains and rivers. The Lijiang River was crystal clear.
The classic of the sea is magnificent, water and sky are the same, and the silver beach in the North Sea is filled with soft friendliness. The swaying waves beat the coast and the night. I counted the stars and fell into the gentle land. The sea is still so blue, the blue tone and the green of my hometown are beyond the scope of praise, breathing salty birds barefoot.
Lao Wei, carrying a hoe, has been farming for a long time. There are wild flowers in the garden. Carp in Antun West (2) performed jumping in the goose spring in. Baba three waves are higher than Longmen, the goose spring is simple, and the mountains and rivers are simple. The crown of the tree supports the flowers, which are kapok. Somehow I think that tomorrow will become clearer. A place has a history, and a tree has a secret.
The relationship between Baodingshan (3) and the river has been ups and downs for dozens of kilometers with the momentum of waterfalls. There are duets of the Zhuang nationality, the love of Miao nationality's tourism, and the invitation of Yao boys and girls to compete for flowers. I woke up at five or six in the morning in Huangyao Ancient Town (4). There is a beautiful scene that is difficult to write. The ancient trees are towering, the tile beams are simple, the wind is not strong, and there are not many ancient trees and leaves. The wind blows me. I'm looking at the ancient trees and round hills in the distance.
What has nothing to do with the season is Liuzhou stone. With my mind, I opened my imagination. The abstraction of stone is the face of writing poetry, and the concreteness of stone is the direction I pursue. It is hidden in the wild, in confusion, carved in nature, washed in the four seasons, hidden in my heart, something I forgot. A bright avenue leads to Baise, and Baise mountains are lush. The primitiveness of sunflowers is the belief given by nature to survive. The power of red has been stirring, and the era of blood shed gave birth to heroic deeds. The revolution of the older generation opened up the revolutionary cause under the leadership of Comrade Xiaoping Juyi, when the red gene was spreading in Baise, where mountains and rivers were in full bloom.
Say not only praise, but also don't sigh. Baise, condensed with the blood of predecessors, will eventually nourish the earth, and the tradition and glory of Baise will rhyme in our hands. When my mother/kloc-was 0/00 years old, she grew vegetables in the mountains. She has always felt that the land is vast and the time is long. Bama's mother's eyes are far away, hiding the years in the mountains and her own garden, with lilies, camellia oil and wild vegetables everywhere.
My mother's mind is full of fertile soil, cowpeas drying in the sky and the back of the sunset. The land of Bagui is 800 Li, maybe even bigger. The mountains and rivers here are intertwined with the rhythm of silk and bamboo, and the drama of dancing and flowing water is the best in the world.
2. Poetry about white people
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. (Wang Wei)
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. (Wang Zhihuan)
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. (Yuan Zhen)
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. (Li Bai)
The white clouds are still scattered, and the bright moon is falling. (Li Bai)
During the day, the ground comes out and the Yellow River comes from the outside. (Zhang Wei)
White water flows eastward at dusk, and Qingshan is still crying. (Du Fu)
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. (Du Fu)
White clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, while white dew drops the autumn moon. (Li Bai)
If the weather is not sincere with me, Qi has nothing to worry about. (Li Bai)
Rooster makes the world white. (Li He)
Mei Shuxun's snow is three points white. (omitted by the following author)
We saw the white autumn moon enter the river.
No pedestrians allowed.
Flying stars streaked across the white water.
Jiang Bi bird is too white.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost.
Gan Kun has white eyes.
The sunset is white.