Poems in praise of water, poems in praise of water

Remembering the south of the Yangtze River, the small pond, the view of the sea, the singing goose.

Ask Huaishui Bai Juyi.

Self-suffocating fame and fortune disturbs the world.

What is the long Huaishui, and the eastward flow is not idle?

The poems in praise of water are as follows:

The clear spring is as pure as silver and land, and the water drops between the petals.

Sparkling and rippling blue waves, the surface of the lake reflects the blue of heaven.

The flowing stream, gurgling and sleepy, brings the eternity of life.

The waterfall rushes and splashes in all directions, singing happily about the splendor of nature.

The river is like a jade belt, winding through the earth, carrying the years.

The drops of water leave a fragrance, cool and sprinkled, moisturizing the fields and flowers.

The quiet lake is like a mirror, reflecting the sky and the mountains.

The surface of the water is like a mirror, and the breeze blows, creating layers of ripples.

The waves crash on the shore, stirring up thousands of piles of snow, rushing forward with endless power.

The stream flows by, and the melodious rhythm is like the music of nature.

The droplets of water are crystal clear and fall lightly, awakening the sleeping earth.

The rain sprinkled down, moistened the earth, and nourished the flowers of life.

The river flows endlessly, and it is infinite, blending into the eternity of the universe.

The waterfall is like silver, hanging between the cliffs, rushing and falling and dancing with the wind.

The ocean is vast and turbulent, making people feel the magnificence of life.

The rippling water reflects the golden sunset, which is beautiful.

Gazing at the sea, the mind is soothed and the tranquility and expansiveness are felt.

Water droplets are musical notes that make up a symphony of nature.

The creek meanders into the green mountains and waters, flowing with poetry and rhythm.

Cool water is the source of longevity of the earth, bringing everything to life.

1. The author of "Wangdongting" is the Tang Dynasty writer Liu Yuxi. The full text of the poem is as follows:

The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no wind mirrors and is not polished.

Looking at the landscape of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail on the plate.

On Dongting Lake, the moonlight and water color blend together, and the surface of the lake is calm like an unpolished bronze mirror. Looking at Dongting Lake from afar, the mountains and rivers are as green as ink, as if there is a green snail on a clean plate.

2, "Xiaochi" is the author of the Song Dynasty writer Yang Wanli. The full text of the poem is as follows:

The spring is silent and the water is soft.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

Translation] The spring is silent because it is reluctant to flow thin water, and the shade of the tree reflects the water surface because it loves the gentleness of the sunny day and the wind. The delicate little lotus leaf had just emerged from the water, and a mischievous little dragonfly was already standing on top of it.

3. The author of "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Day" is the Song Dynasty writer Su Shi. The full text of the poem is as follows:

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup.

On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling, and under the sun, it is brilliant and beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in smoke and rain, and the hazy scenery is also very beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to the beauty of Xi Shi, then light makeup or heavy makeup can always bring out her natural beauty and charming charm well.

4. The author of "Remembering Jiangnan" is the Tang Dynasty writer Bai Juyi. The full text of the poem is as follows:

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Translation] How beautiful the scenery of Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has been familiar for a long time. When the sun rises over the river, the flowers on the riverside are redder than the fire, and when spring comes, the turquoise water resembles blue grass. How can people not miss Jiangnan.

5. The author of "Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene" is the Song Dynasty writer Su Shi. The full text of the poem is as follows:

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

The wilted artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat.

Translation] Outside the bamboo forest, two or three peach blossoms are in full bloom, and ducks are playing in the water, and they are the first to notice the warmth of the river in early spring. The river beach is already full of artemisia, the asparagus is beginning to sprout, and the puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.

The water is soft, but soft and boneless, and the persistent pursuit of faith is awe-inspiring. Here are the poems in praise of water, I hope it will help you.

[The water is flowing].Wen Lin Haibei.

A river that flows to the twilight.

With calmness and sadness.

The goal is farther away.

This part of our life through which it flows.

The traces of the predecessors are still there.

The quietest moment.

Stay at the source, on the way.

There is no dust there.

Some are weeds and alfalfa entangled.

In every imprint that is absent.

The people and things of the past have long been unfamiliar.

The water is still flowing.

It's like going to catch up with a big party.

The fog was swaying. Suddenly, how many things and flowers were taken away.

And only the wind shuttles through it, running back and forth.

[Listen to the water].You listen to the water at night.

Listen to you, listen to me.

The water is like a sorrow.

Loved by you. It's like a heart.

Hidden by you. Like the sea, pillowed by you.

Like wine, dreamed of by you.

Like rain accompanies your sleep.

You are all over the world.

Walk around. Water is a garment.

I am worn by you. Water is lonelyThe water stubbornly wants to speak, a word for a while.

Iron pipes can't stop it.

What else is there to keep it up all night but loneliness?

This is true for a small portion of water.

The sea always wants to climb ashore and talk to humans.

Stones can't stop it.

Water is lonely

Seven out of ten of the planet is lonely.

The river is quiet. That's when you wept by the river.

The river is quiet. You feel that pure sorrow is beautiful.

When I think of this layer.

You laughed, afterward.

Extraly, against the river.

A little more tears.

Later, you weep over the dust.

Feel the tears, on the dusty face.

The ditch that was dug up.

It's not beautiful at all.

You immediately stopped.

Continue to shed thoughts of tears.

Right, you miss the river.

It's gone. It's no more.