Autumn poetry and spring poetry and thought poetry and patriotic poetry

I love your tinkling camel bells.

It is it that makes the Silk Road go back and forth for a long time, and I love your tender green grass buds.

It is it that covers the desolation of the Gobi Desert, I love you, the shepherd flute of the countryside.

It is it that scatters colorful notes in all directions.

I love your urban high-rises.

It is it that holds people's ideals to the sun.

I love you the blue waves of the Yangtze River.

It is it that plays and sings the hearts of 56 peoples.

I love you the waves of the Yellow River.

It is the one that feeds and raises 1.3 billion people.

I love the majesty of your Great Wall.

It is it that stands up the backbone of the sons and daughters of China.

I love you the majestic Yellow Mountain.

It is it that shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland.

I love the vastness of your plateau.

It is it that exposes the arrogance of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

I love the lushness of your cane forests.

It is it that sweetens the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.

I love your open window.

It is it that makes the flowers of civilization shine and fragrance.

I love your wave of reform.

It is it that shakes off the hat of poverty and backwardness.

I love your wise mind.

It was it that took home the gold medal for the four great inventions.

I love your industrious hands.

It is it that dresses up and dresses up the modern Motherland.

I love your great banner.

It is it that represents the direction in which the people are headed.

I love your five-colored sails.

It is the one who makes the ship of the century sail away!

Motherland, I love you.

I love your grass and green wood show.

I love your birdsong and frog singing.

I love your mountains and rivers.

I love your urban and rural areas.

I love you.

You love your sunshine.

Motherland, I love you.

You are the one who gave me life.

It was you who gave me strength.

It was you who plugged in my craving.

A pair of wings to fly.

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It can be intercepted, but it must be accompanied by an explanation of the poem (not too detailed, probably good) analysis: Chun En Li Bai Xiangqing.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches.

When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines.

The spring breeze is not envious of the feast, what is the matter?

Birdsong Stream" Wang Wei.

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Spring Day" Zhu Xi.

Shengri seeks the Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

Spring Tour to the Lake" Xu Lean.

When will the double flying swallows return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water and boiled.

The spring rain breaks the bridge and people do not cross, and the boat holds out the willow shade.

Spring Rain" Li Shangyin.

Lying in the New Year, pick up the clothes in the new year, pick = radical changed to 衤 (衤合) white door is rarely violated.

The Red Mansion looks cold through the rain, and the bead foil floating lamp returns alone.

The long road should be sad and the spring is late, and the remnants of the night are vaguely dreamy.

What is the reason for Yuyu Xianzha? Salty = radical changed to (next to the horn silk) thousands of miles of clouds and a wild goose flying.

Yongliu" He Zhizhang.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Poems related to autumn include "Autumn", "Dancing of Falling Leaves", "Singing Praises of Autumn", etc.

1, "Autumn".

Excerpt from the original text: The windowsill chain in the world, in the gentle rain, with the sad breeze, blowing the hair, on the horizon and on the ground, those few stars, is the lamp, or the tears of the eyes, autumn, the season of resentment, the passers-by around me, the long life in a hurry, when I look back, I realize that the past imprinted in my mind has been compressed by time, a thin book.

Appreciation: This poem describes a rainy day in autumn, with a touch of sadness.

2, "Dancing Leaves".

Excerpt from the original text: Rustling, the wind is blowing. Gently, the wind stopped.

We are wonderful deciduous leaves. In the quiet winter woods, we danced happily, flew leisurely, slid freely, spinning and turning, turning in circles, and slowly stopping. In the cold and cold wind, we danced enthusiastically, and suddenly floated into the distance, suddenly stopped, and the layers of limbs gathered together and dispersed.

Appreciation: This poem describes the autumn leaves, the scene of falling in autumn, and expresses the love for autumn.

3, "Praise to Autumn".

Excerpt from the original text: The girl I love, the girl of the river, her hair has turned into leaves, and her arms have become trunks. Since you cannot be my wife, you must be my crown, and I will wear it with the great poets of the world.

Wrap my harp and quiver with thy beautiful leaves, the roofs of autumn, the weight of time, the bitterness and fragrance of autumn, and make the stones bloom like a crown of hunger in the shed.

Appreciation: This poem describes the poet's love for autumn and his praise of autumn.

Sujian Dejiang. Meng Haoran Tang Dynasty

Move the boat to park the smoke, and the sunset is new.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. I moored the boat next to the smoky sandbar, and at sunset I felt a new sorrow.

The fields are boundless, and the sky in the distance is lower than the trees nearby; The river is clear, and the bright moon seems to be more close to people.

Exegesis. Jiande River: refers to a section of the Xin'an River flowing through the western part of Jiande (now Zhejiang).

Boat-moving: rowing a boat. Mooring: Docking the ship.

Yanzhu (zhǔ): refers to a small sandbar shrouded in mist in the river. Smoke: A "ghost".

Nagisa: A small piece of land in the water. "Erya Shishui": "The one who can live in the water is called Zhou, and the small island is called Zhu." ”

Guest: refers to the author himself.

Sorrow: Worried about homesickness.

Wild: Field. Expansive: Empty and ambitious.

Trees in the sky: The canopy hangs low, as if connected to the trees.

The moon is close to people: The moon reflected in the water seems to come close to people. ▲

The autumn wind gives birth to Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an.

Jia Dao's "Remembering the Wu Priest on the River".

Autumn twilight in the mountain dwelling. Tang Wangwei.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moves off the boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Mind estimates, the library is good.

Let's do it "Mountain Walk" This is the poem "Autumn" What a poem This is the poem The dew that was draped in the early morning fell, and the sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has eaten the aroma of rice, and use the back basket to hold the fat melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

In autumn, it is perched in a farmhouse.

Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river, and put away the shadow of the blue bream-like black tree leaves.

The reeds were laden with hoarfrost, and the small oars of the mooring were gently rocked.

Autumn game on a fishing boat.

The grass and fields are even more open to the sound of crickets.

The water of the stream was clearer because it was dry.

Where is the sound of the flute on the back of the ox, the flute hole full of the incense and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherdess.