What are the poems that write about the scenery What are the ancient poems that write about the scen

The poems that write the scenery characters are, the egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, the peach blossom flowing water mandarin fish fat, the green hat, the green lily clothes, and the oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return.

There are many poems that write about the scenery, such as: Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs. The oblique light ruins, the cattle and sheep in the poor alleys return. The bright moon is not a branch of the magpie, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. And so on and so forth.

1."Six Words of Summer".

Song Lu You. The stream rises and the breeze blows, and the moon sets and the sky is full of stars. The ship of Shu crosses Pukou, and the flute of life rises in front of the mountain.

2."Jiangnan in the Year of the Turtle".

Tang Dufu. It is common to see in King Qi's house, and the first nine degrees of Cui Jiutang are the good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and the season of falling flowers is the king.

3."Spring Day".

Tang Weizhuang. Suddenly, the scenery in the east is getting late, the apricots in the wild plum mountain are dark, the stars fall on the star tower, the sunset is hung in the glaive camp, the dreams of the sunset travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the rhododendron is gradually chased by the red dust to block Chang'an Mo, and the king of the grass does not return.

Spring Hope" Tang. Du fu.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

5."Farewell to the Ancient Grass".

Tang Bai Juyi.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the green city was connected.

He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

The verses that describe the scenery are:1, so far, it will not be in the sky, it should be Chang'e throwing people. ——Pi Rixiu, "Tianzhu Temple August 15th Night Guizi".

2. The yin and yang of the twilight of the year urge the short scene, and the frost and snow at the end of the world are cold night. - Du Fu's "Pavilion Night".

3. Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Leaving Thoughts: The Fourth".

4. Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bell rings late. ——Liu Changqing, "Sending Lingche to the Venerable Master".

5. You don't see the snow on the seaside, and the flat sand is reckless and yellow into the sky. ——Cen Shen, "Walking Horses and Chuanxingfeng to Send the Division to the West".

6. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ——Li Bai, "Qingping Tune: Part I".

7. The back of the red candle, the embroidered curtain hangs, and the dream is long. ——Wen Tingyun, "More Leaks, Willow Silk Length".

8. The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow floats in the clouds. - Zu Yong, "Looking at the Remaining Snow in the South".

9. There are no roots and shoots, not a rich flower in the world. - Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries and Plugging Snowflakes".

10. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized. - Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc Mountain".

11. Since then, the brocade book has been suspended, and the painting building has no evidence. - Yan Jidao "Qingpingle Can't Stay Alive".

Bodhisattva Barbarian: Great Baidi

Original: Summer 1933.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, who holds the color to practice dancing in the air?

After the rain, the sun is back to the sun, and the mountains are bursting with blue.

At that time, the fierce battle was urgent, and the village wall in front of the bullet hole.

Decorate this Guanshan, and it looks better today.

Translation: There is a seven-colored rainbow hanging in the sky, as if someone is dancing with colorful silk. The showers were followed by the sun of hope, and the green mountains were hidden from time to time.

There was a very fierce battle here, and bullets pierced the walls of the village in front.

The bullet marks left on the walls of the former village make the scenery even more beautiful.

1, "Quatrain".

Tang Dufu. In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

2, "Spring Night Rain".

Tang Dufu. Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The night trail is dark, and the river boat is bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

3, "Spring Hope".

Tang Dufu. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

The morning sun welcomes the guests Yan Chonggang, and the evening rain leaves people into the drunken country.

This means that Jiajun will not, a cup should be the Narcissus King.

Translation: When the sky was hazy, I went to greet the guests who came from afar, and the morning light gradually dyed the mountains red. In the evening, boating on the West Lake, there was a shower of rain in the sky, and the guests were too drunk to drink.

The West Lake, rain or shine, is so charming, but guests don't fully appreciate it. If you want to feel the magical beauty of heaven on earth, you should drink wine and enjoy it with the patron saint of West Lake, the "Narcissus King".

Takesatokan. Author] Wang Wei [Dynasty] Tang.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

Translation: Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes howling. Who in the jungle knows I'm here? Only a bright moon quietly accompanies me.

Listen to the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.

Author] Li Bai [Dynasty] Tang.

Whose jade flute flew darkly, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, I smell the willows, who can't afford the love of the old garden.

Translation: Whose exquisite flute secretly emits a melodious flute sound? With the spring breeze fluttering, spread all over the city of Luoyang. In tonight's song, when I heard the "Folding Willows" in my hometown, who wouldn't feel homesick because of this?

Envoy to Beijing. Author] Cen Shen [Dynasty] Tang.

The old garden looks at the east of the road is long, and the tears of the two-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king.

Translation: Looking east to my hometown is a long and long journey, and my tears are still flowing on my sleeves. I met you right away without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe and sound.

Late spring. Author] Han Yu [Dynasty] Tang.

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

Translation: The flowers and trees know that spring is about to return, and they all want to keep the footsteps of spring, and they compete for beauty, and even the poplars and elms that have no beautiful colors are not willing to be lonely, dancing with the wind, turning into snow.