Ancient poems describing landscapes Ancient poems that describe landscapes

Lu Chai There is no one in the empty mountain, but I hear people's voices.

Returning to the deep forest, shining on the moss.

The Hanjiang River is connected to the three Hunan provinces, and the nine factions of Jingmen are connected.

Outside the world of rivers, the mountains are in the middle of nothing.

The county is floating in front of the pool, and the waves are moving far into the sky.

Xiangyang is a good windy day, and you stay drunk with the mountain.

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 Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

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

Zhongnan Mountain, Taiyi is close to the sky, even the mountains to the sea.

The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water.

I don't know the Xiangji Temple, and I have entered the cloud peak for several miles.

There is no one in the ancient wood, and where is the bell in the deep mountains.

The spring listens to the dangerous stones, and the sun is cold and green.

The twilight empty pool is bent, and Anzen makes a poisonous dragon.

Xinqing Wild Looking at the New Clear Wilderness, there is no atmosphere in the sky.

Guomen Lindutou, village tree Lianxikou.

Outside the white water Mingtian, after the Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There are no idlers in the agricultural month, and the family is in the south of the mu.

Remembering Jiangnan (1).

Tang [Bai Juyi].

Jiangnan 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?

Remembering Jiangnan (2).

Tang [Bai Juyi].

Jiangnan recalls, the most memorable is Hangzhou.

Looking for Guizi in the middle of the month in the mountain temple, the county pavilion pillow looks at the tide.

When will I visit again.

Remembering Jiangnan (3).

Jiangnan recalls, followed by Wu Palace.

Wu wine a glass of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa double dance drunk hibiscus.

Sooner or later, we will meet again.

Painting Lan Ming Dong Qichang.

The green leaves are green and green and the stone is planted, and the lone root does not bloom with the flowers.

Under the window of the wine room, the incense comes from the paper.

Bamboo Pavilion Tang Wang Wei.

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.

Looking at Yu Xue in the south, Tang Zuyong.

The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow floats in the clouds.

The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold.

Chrysanthemum Don Yuanzhen.

The autumn bushes are like pottery, and the edge of the fence is becoming more and more oblique.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless.

Painting Lan Qing Zheng Banqiao.

The bluegrass has been formed, and the meaning of the mountains is long.

Steadfast and self-embracing, what to fight the crowd.

Shanyuan Xiaomei Song Lin Kui.

The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden.

The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

The frost bird wants to steal the eye first, and the pink butterfly knows how to break the soul.

Fortunately, there is a slight groan, and there is no need for sandalwood to be a gold bottle.

The autumn breeze is blowing. Cool breeze.

The ancient poems that describe the scenery include "Peach Blossom Creek", "Title Poshan Temple Hou Zen Courtyard", "Spring Theme on the Lake" and so on.

1, "Peach Blossom Creek".

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, and the hole is on the side of the clear stream.

Translation: The peach blossoms here drift endlessly all day long with the flowing water, isn't this the peach blossom stream outside the peach blossom source? Do you know where the entrance to Taoyuan Cave is in Qingxi?

Appreciation: The poet looked at the stream full of peach blossoms, and couldn't help but be intoxicated by the tranquility and beauty here, as if he was in the peach blossom forest described in Tao Yuanming's poems, he couldn't help but think of the fisherman on the fishing boat as a Wuling person, so he blurted out and asked the fisherman: "The peach blossoms flow with the water all day long, where is the hole in the clear stream?"

Peach Blossom Creek flows out of the Peach Blossom Source every day, so do you know that the hole at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Source is in**? A "Ask the Fishing Boat" expresses the poet's yearning for the environment of the Peach Blossom Spring.

2. "Title Poshan Temple Houzen Temple".

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

Translation: When I entered this ancient monastery in the morning, the rising sun shone on the mountains and forests.

Appreciation: In the morning, the rising red sun will sprinkle the golden sunlight on the temple, sprinkle on the forests in the Yu Mountain, make the temple more gorgeous and bright, and the mountain forest that towers into the sky also becomes more verdant and verdant, which is refreshing and pleasant. Here, a word is written to write the beauty of the ancient temple, and a word is engraved with the vitality of the rising sun, revealing the poet's joyful and high-spirited mood.

The first couplet is to write the long-term view of the Houzen Temple, which lays the foundation for the close-up portrayal below.

3, "On the Spring Lake".

The spring on the lake is like a picture, and the chaotic peaks are spread horizontally.

Translation: Spring in West Lake is like an intoxicating landscape painting. Surrounded by mountains, the lake is watery and blue, and the level is like a mirror.

Appreciation: The spring of the West Lake is like an intoxicating landscape painting, the lake surface surrounded by mountains and acacia on three sides is as blue as a mirror. On the peaks, pine trees are densely packed all over the mountain surface, and the thousands of mountains and peaks appear to be verdant.

A full moon is reflected in the water, like a pearl, crystal clear, jumping and levitating.