1. Evening Scene of Spring River
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The river and the forest have more hair, and the clouds and the sun are fresh.
The journey to this, the heart of spring is more remote.
The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The remaining flowers are all over the boat at dusk.
Translation
The riverside forests are lush, and the flowers are in full bloom; the clouds in the sky reflect the setting sun, and the scene is bright and beautiful.
The journey to this beautiful scene, surprise feelings suddenly born. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time.
As the sun sets, the entire river is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the water is flooded with golden light.
The falling flower petals with the evening sunshine sprinkled on the ferry boat, such a beautiful and charming scene, how can not let a person praise.
2. Flower Island
Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
The bees and butterflies have gone to the island, and the fragrant wind is heard across the shore.
If you want to know where the flower island is, look for red clouds on the water.
Translation
The bees and butterflies all flew in the same direction. Following the direction of the bees and butterflies, I mobilized my sense of smell, and immediately felt the fragrance of the nose being transmitted across the wide surface of the river.
Want to know where the island in the river full of flowers is? Across the wide river, just vaguely visible in the distance seems to be a red cloud.
3, Jiangnan travel
Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong
Chu mountains can not be extreme, the road back but depressed.
The sea color is clear to see the rain, the sound of the river at night to listen to the tide.
The sword is near the southern bucket, the book is far away from the northern wind.
I have no media to send a letter to Luoqiao to report on the orange in the empty pool.
The mountains of the Chu region are endless, and the road back to my hometown is so rugged and desolate.
When I see the sunrise in the East China Sea, I know it is going to rain; when I hear the sound of the surging waves of the great river, I know the night tide is coming.
I book and sword drifting, detained nearly under the South Dipper, the hometown is far away, it is difficult to collect the letters of home, my family under the north wind of the geese, blowing to the south and can not return to the north.
Wu Tan's beautiful orange ripe, want to send a little home, but unfortunately no one to bring it to Luoyang.
The Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In the late spring of March, the Wu Gorge is long, and the filtration clouds are floating in the sunlight.
The sound of thunder suddenly sends a thousand peaks of rain, and the gas of flowers is like the fragrance of a hundred and a hundred.
The yellow warbler goes back over the water, and the swallow is wet with mud.
The curtains of the flying pavilion were rolled up in the picture, and the emptiness was only a little bit of Xiaoxiang.
Translation
Wuxia's March seems to be a little longer than other places, and the white clouds in the sky are bright with the wind, reflecting the daylight.
Suddenly came the sound of thunder, immediately started a heavy rain, between heaven and earth, high mountains and peaks are covered in the pale rain, the rain suddenly gathered and scattered, the fresh air is immediately filled with a variety of flowers.
The delicate yellow warbler encountered thunderstorms, panic turned back, perched uncertainty; and the swallow is different, it braves the rain to work, fly against the wind.
Open my window curtains, in front of me is a beautiful picture, the gorge landscape picture is magnificent, high mountains and water, thunderstorms, but also lacks the vast vastness of the Xiaoxiang dongting.
5, Butterfly Lovers - spring appendage grass break
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Spring appendage grass break. The scenery in the guest house is again after the Qingming Festival. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl.
The river and mountains are divided into Chu and Yue. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
Translation
Originally, spring is the season of blossoming flowers, weeds, everywhere there is a pleasing, joyful scene. But the good times did not last long, and this beautiful scenery has long since passed. I've been in a foreign land for a long time, and it's the Ching Ming Festival again. Sitting in a small courtyard at dusk, I miss my relatives. However, when the flowers fell everywhere, I met the bird of Burrows.
The place where my relatives are located and here is only a stone's throw away from the river and mountains, but also divided into Chu Yue boundary area, can not freely come and go and can only look at each other, the fish and geese to communicate with each other. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. By five o'clock, not only the beautiful dream is not, and let a person wake up in the dream and the piercing sound of the horn. How can this not make the guest of honor for the heartbreak?
2. What are the poems describing the scenery of his hometown1, "Passing through the old man's village"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The old man with chickens and millet, invited me to the field house. The old man had a chicken and millet, and invited me to his house, where the green trees were near the village, and the green hills were beyond.
The old man invited me to his house with chicken and millet, and the green hills were slanting outside the green mountain. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
Translation: An old friend invited me to his hospitable farmhouse to prepare a sumptuous meal. The green forest surrounds the village, and the green mountains lie outside the city. Pushing open the window to face the grain field and vegetable garden, holding a glass of wine in hand, we gossiped about the crops. When the nine-ninth anniversary of the arrival of the sun, and then invite you to come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
2, "The Absolute Sentence"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Two yellow orioles singing green willow, a line of egrets on the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand autumn snows on the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles in the East Wu.
Translation: Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a team of egrets rushed straight up to the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, I can see the year-round snow piling up on the West Ridge, and ships anchored in front of my door that have traveled far from the Eastern Wu, which is 10,000 miles away.
3. "Traveling to Shanxi Village"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Don't laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and leave guests with enough chicken and dolphins in the year of plenty. The village is a place where you can see the flowers in the darkness, and where there is no way out.
The drums and pipes follow the Spring Festival, and the ancient style of simple and simple clothing exists. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Translation: Don't laugh at the farmer's wine brewed in the month of Lunar New Year is turbid and muddy, in the harvest of the year in the hospitality dishes are very rich and prosperous. The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting and turning, and I'm worried that there's no way to get out, but there's a mountain village in front of me, and I can't see it.
The day of the Spring Festival is approaching, and the villagers are still preserving the ancient culture of simplicity and simplicity of dress. In the future, if you can still ride the great moonlight out of the leisure travel, I must be on crutches at any time to knock on your door.
4, "rain over the mountain village"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
rain in the chicken song one or two, bamboo stream village road board bridge slant.
The women and nuns call each other to bathe the silkworms, and look at the gardenia in the courtyard idly.
Translation: In the rain, there were chickens crowing, and there were one or two families in the mountain village. The village road is above the bamboo stream, a boardwalk is diagonally across. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other, go together to choose silkworm seed. Only the gardenia blooms, swaying alone in the courtyard.
5, "four times the garden miscellany - its two"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
Plum golden yellow apricot fertilizer, wheat snow white cabbage flowers rare.
The day is long and no one passes through the hedges, but there are dragonflies and nymphs flying.
Translation: A tree of plums become golden, apricots are growing bigger and bigger; buckwheat flowers are snow white, rape flowers are sparse. The day is long, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
3. Poems describing the scenery of his hometown1. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
The moon falls and the crow cries and the frost fills the sky, the river maple and the fishing fires are sleepy with sorrow.
Cold Mountain Monastery outside Gusu City, the sound of bells in the middle of the night to the passenger boat.
Translation:
The moon has set and the crows are cawing and the sky is full of frost, and the maple trees and the fishing fires on the riverside are sleeping with sorrow.
2. Morning Walk in the Shangshan Mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
The morning rose up and moved the levitation pole, and the guest traveled to his hometown in sadness. The sound of the rooster and the moon in the store, and the frost on the boardwalk.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, Hovenia flowers bright post wall. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
Translation:
When I woke up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses were already vibrating; traveling all the way to my hometown, the traveler was sad and thinking about his hometown. The rooster's voice is loud and clear, and the thatched store is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden plank bridge is covered with the frost of early spring.
The withered leaves of the mistletoe fell all over the wild roads of the deserted mountains; the pale white flowers of the hedgehogs opened brightly on the mud wall of the post station. Thus I recalled the beautiful scene of last night's dream of Duling; a flock of ducks and geese were frolicking in the lake pond that curved along the shore.
3. Jiangnan Traveling Feelings
Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong
The mountains of Chu cannot be extreme, and the road of return is but desolate. The sea color is clear to see the rain, the sound of the river at night to listen to the tide.
The sword is close to the South Dipper, and the book is far from the North Wind. The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the situation, and that you are able to make a good decision.
Translation:
The mountains of the Chu region are endless, and the road back to my hometown is so rugged and desolate. When I see the sunrise in the East China Sea with colorful clouds, I know it is going to rain; when I hear the sound of the surging waves of the great river, I know the night tide is coming.
I book and sword drifting, detained nearly under the Nandu, home is far away, the letter is difficult to collect, my family under the north wind of the geese, blowing to the south and can not return to the north. Wu Tan's beautiful orange ripe, want to send a little home, but unfortunately no one to bring it to Luoyang.
4, "Duanju"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Far from the book to return to the dream of two leisurely, only the empty bed enemy Su autumn.
The moss and red trees at the foot of the stairs, the rain and the moon in the sorrow.
I have not received any letter from my beloved wife for a long time, and I have not heard from my family, so I can only go back to my hometown to relieve my nostalgia in my sleep. But after waking up in the middle of the night, suddenly realized that the separation has been a few years, looking around, only the empty couch and the relative loneliness of the cold autumn night, I can not help but feel desolate.
Silent living in a foreign country, few people come and go on weekdays, moss in front of the steps, that a green and autumn leaves in the misty rain, the hazy night moon in the shroud become dull and blurred, the rainy night of the cold, the moon's cold, where is it compared to nostalgia abrasive it?
5. Early Autumn in Taiyuan
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The year falls, when the fire flows. The frost is early, and the color of the clouds is autumn.
Dreaming of the moon in the border city, the heart flies to the old country building. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Translation:
The colors of autumn are getting thicker and thicker, the flowers are sleeping, and autumn is as dry as fire. Autumn frost comes here early from the north, and the clouds in the north bring the autumn colors across the Fen River. Night after night, autumn dreams are haunted by the moon over Taiyuan in the border area, while the heart returns to her hometown with the moonlight on the floor of her body.
The heart that misses the hometown is like the water of this continuous Fenhe River, flowing leisurely to the hometown all the time.
4. Ancient poems describing the scenery of his hometown1. Evening Scene on the Spring River Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling The rivers and forests are full of hair, and the clouds and sun are fresh.
The journey that meets this, the spring heart is more remote. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
In the twilight under the pavilion, the remaining flowers are full of passenger boats.
The journey to meet this beautiful scenery, surprise feelings suddenly born. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time.
Sunset, the entire river bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the surface of the water with a golden light. The petals of the flowers that fall with the evening sunshine on the ferry boat, such a beautiful and charming scene, how can not let people praise.
2, the flower island Tang Dynasty: Han Yu The bees and butterflies go one after another, the fragrant wind smelled across the shore. If you want to know where the flower island is, look for red clouds on the water.
Translation Bees and butterflies are flying in the same direction, along the direction of the bees and butterflies, mobilize the sense of smell, and immediately feel the fragrance of the nose across the wide river to send over. You want to know where the small island in the river full of flowers is? Across the wide river, just vaguely visible in the distance seems to be a red cloud.
3, Jiangnan travel feelings Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong Chu mountains can not be extreme, the road back but the depression. The sea color is clear to see the rain, the sound of the river at night to listen to the tide.
The sword stays close to the South Dipper, and the book is sent to the North Wind. The first is to be a good example of how the world can be a better place.
The mountains of Chu stretch endlessly, and the road back to my hometown is so rugged and desolate. When I saw the sunrise in the East China Sea, I knew it was going to rain; when I heard the sound of the waves of the big river, I knew the night tide was coming.
I book and sword drifting, detained nearly under the Nandou, home is far away, the letter is difficult to collect, my family under the north wind of the geese, blowing to the south and can not return to the north. Wu Tan's beautiful orange ripe, want to send a little home, but unfortunately no one to bring it to Luoyang.
4. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu, March in the late spring, the Witch's Gorge is long, and the filtration clouds are floating in the sunlight. The sound of thunder suddenly sends a thousand peaks of rain, and the gas of flowers is like the fragrance of a hundred and a hundred.
The yellow warbler goes back over the water, and the swallow is wet with mud. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Translation: The Wushu Gorge's March seems to be a bit longer than other places, and the white clouds in the sky are bright with the wind, reflecting the sunlight. Suddenly came the sound of thunder, immediately started a downpour, between heaven and earth, high mountains and peaks are shrouded in the pale rain, the rain suddenly gathered and scattered, the fresh air is immediately filled with a variety of flowers.
The delicate yellow warbler encountered thunderstorms, panic turned back, perched uncertainty; and swallows are different, it braves the rain, labor, fly against the wind. Open my window curtains, in front of me is a beautiful picture, the picture of the scenery in the gorge is magnificent, high mountains and water, thunderstorms and thousands of peaks, but also lacks the vast vastness of the Xiaoxiang dongting.
5, Butterfly Lovers - spring appendage grass break Song Dynasty: Su Shi Spring appendage grass break. The scenery of the guest, and the Qingming Festival.
The small courtyard in the twilight, people remember the goodbye. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl.
The city is divided into two regions, Chu and Yue. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've got.
The dream is broken and the heart wants to be broken. The first is a new one, and the second is a new one, and the third is a new one.
Originally, spring is the season of blossoming flowers and wild grass, and everywhere there is a pleasing and joyful scene. But the good times didn't last long, and this beautiful scenery has long since passed.
Long time in a foreign country, another year Qingming Festival. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
However, when the flowers are falling everywhere, I met the bird of prey. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night when I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I was able to see it through the eyes of the audience, and I was able to see it through the eyes of the audience.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie where I've had a chance to see what's going on in the world.
How can this not break the heart of the guest? The old man has invited me to his home. The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting beyond the Guo. The old man invited me to his home, where the green trees are close to the village, and the green hills slope away from the countryside. I'll come back to visit the chrysanthemums on the day of the Chung Yeung Festival. Du Fu's "Absolute Verse" The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late sun, and the flowers and grasses are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows fly in the melting mud, and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Two yellow orioles singing in the green willow, a line of egrets in the blue sky. Two yellow orioles singing in the green willow, a line of egrets in the blue sky. [Lu You (Song Dynasty) Don't laugh at the muddy wine in the farmhouse, and keep the guests with enough chicken and dolphins in the year of plenty. There is no way out of the mountain, but there is another village in the darkness. The Rain Passes Over the Mountain Village--Wang Jian In the rain, the chickens are crowing in one or two houses, and the boardwalk is slanting on the road of the bamboo stream. A woman and a nun call each other to bathe in silkworms, and they watch the gardenia in the courtyard idly. The Rims of the River: A Gift to Pei Xiu Cai Di" - Wang Wei The cold mountains are turning green and the autumn water is rushing. Leaning on my staff, I listen to the cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and the smoke is rising above the ruins. The sun is still setting on the ferry, and the smoke is still in the ruins. Qing Ping Le. The Village Dwelling--Xin Qiji The small thatched roof, the green grass on the stream. In a drunken state, the sound of Wu music is so beautiful that the old woman with white hair. The oldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, the middle child is weaving a chicken coop, and the youngest child is lying down on the stream and peeling a lotus seedling. Down to Zhongnan Mountain and Wine with Dusi Mountain People" - Li Bai, "I came down from Bishan Mountain at twilight, and the moon and the mountains followed me home. The moon and the mountains followed me home. But I looked at the path I came from, and it was so pale that it crossed the emerald green. The children opened the thorny doorway. The green bamboos are in the path, the green roses are brushing their clothes. We talked with each other and drank a lot of wine. We sang a long song to the pine winds, and the song was seldom sung. I am drunk and happy again, and I forget all about it. Miscellanea in the Field in Four Seasons" - Fan Chengda The newly built field is flat on the surface of the mirror, and all the families are rice paddlers taking advantage of the frost and the sunshine. In the laughter and songs, light thunder is heard, and the yokes are flailed all night long until the morning. April in the Countryside--Weng Shu Green mountains are covered with white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zi Gui. In April in the countryside, there are fewer idle people, and the silkworms are planted in the fields again. New Cool" - Xu Ji The fields are full of rice leaves, the sunlight penetrates the trees and the dawn smoke is low. The yellow warbler loves the new coolness and flies over the green mountains to cry in the shadow. The Five Best Songs of a Mountain Village--Su Shi The bamboo fence and thatched roofs are slanting while the stream is slanting, and flowers are everywhere in the mountain villages in the spring. There are still elephants in the peace and quiet, where the lonely smoke rises, there are homes. The sound of chickens and dogs in the smoky rain, wherever there is life is not peaceful. The yellow calf has no one to wear it, and there is no need to counsel the plow. The old man is seventy and has a sickle at his waist. I am ashamed of the sweetness of the bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountains. It is not because of the rhyme that I have forgotten the flavor, but because I have had no salt in March. I've been in a hurry to go to the market, and I've lost my money in a hurry. I've won the children's voice, but I've been in the city for more than half the year. I'm ashamed of myself for forgetting to return to my home, and you're worried about the end of the year. I don't need to wait for the flying kite to fall, but I will remember my life as Ma Shaoyou. The Wind and the Flow--Sun Guangxian The Cottage and the Stream. The dogs and chickens come from the south and the north. The water is so green that the spring waves are swirling outside the door. Listen to the weaving. The sound of the shuttle is heard through the house. Partridge Sky - Su Shi The forests are broken, the mountains are bright, the bamboo walls are hidden, the cicadas are in a mess, and the grass is in a small pond. Birds are often seen in the pond, and infinitely fragrant. Outside the village house, by the ancient city, I walk with my staff and quiver and turn to the slanting sun. Last night it rained three times and it was cool for one day. The Village Scene--Chen Heyi In the dusk, I hear ghosts calling out from the horns, and in the dawn, I watch geese grazing with a pole. When silkworms go up the stairs, there are fewer mulberry leaves, and when the water rings the cart, there are more rice seedlings. The White Bamboo Canopy of the Boat is also used by the Chief of the Security Bureau for occasional borrowing to the nearby villages" - Lu You The eaves of the cottage are wet with rain and smoke, and the river road is cold and snowy. I don't love your husband's golden horse, but I envy his white canopied boat. Two Songs on Entering the North Temple from Baitu Village -- Wang Anshi The fields at the end of the wood are out, and the wild paths in the shade of the city are divided. The canals are filled with jasper, and the fields are covered with yellow clouds. The hibiscus is dyed with smoke and fat, and the water of the deep lotus is burned with musk. The setting sun is not seen, but the chickens and the ducks are in a flock. The Village House--Lu You The village house is knocked down by pecking, and the fork greets the master. The new wall is torn down by the tortoise, and the tiles are cut off by the fish scales. Red grains are cooking her corn, and green smoke is covering the streams. The dogs are snarling in the cold. The Village House--Xu Hun The swallows and geese come down to the pond in the fall, the fields are busy. The vegetables are brought to the distant water, and the fruits are harvested to wait for the frost. The pestle and mortar are smooth, and the mountain kitchen is fragrant with tea. There is still wine for the guests, and they stay in the cottage as they like. Dawn Thoughts of a Mountain Village--Yu Hye-Wan opens the door to save the corn, and the neighbor lives at the head of the water. The waves of the southern stream today and the rain of the western stream last night. The shepherd boy wears a short straw raincoat, and his flute is in front of the smoky islet. I don't ask the people near the water, but I ride my ox to the mountain. The Cold Mountain Turns Cold and Green, the Autumn Water Gurgles. Leaning on my staff, I listen to the cicadas in the wind. The sun is setting over the ferry, and there is a lonely smoke in the marketplace. In the summer, I was drunk in a carriage and sang wildly in front of the five willows. Bamboo Lounge Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo grove, playing the zither and wailing for a long time. The deep forest is unknown to the people, and the moon is shining on them. All Night in the Mountain Dwelling in Autumn After a fresh rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The moon shines between the pines, the spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo clamor returns to the raccooness, the lotus moves to the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests as it pleases, and the king's grandson can stay. Returning to Mt. Songshan The clear river is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows like a river, and the birds return to each other in the twilight. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. The sun sets over the mountains in the fall. We are close to the South Mountain, and the mountains are close to the sea. The white clouds look back, the green mist looks back. The peaks of the mountains are different, and the ravines of the mountains are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask a woodcutter across the water. I was a good Taoist in my middle age, but my home was in the southern mountains in the evening. When I was young, I was a good Taoist, but I came home to the southern mountains in my twilight years. When I reached the end of the water, I sat and watched the clouds rise. When I was a young man, I was a good Taoist and I went to the southern mountains in the evening. Green Stream I entered the Yellow Flower River and chased the water of Green Stream. The mountains are a million miles away, and the path is not a hundred miles long. The sound of the rocks is noisy, the color is quiet in the deep pines. The water is so beautiful that it can be used as a waterfall. My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so tranquil. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be enough. A Field House in Wei River The slanting light shines in the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys. The old man misses the shepherd boy, and waits with his staff on the thorns. Pheasants and wheat seedlings are in full bloom, and silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaves. The farmer is standing with his hoe, and the words he says to each other are so familiar. I am envious of the idleness of this place, and I am disappointed to recite the words of Shifu. A clear sky and a wild field, a clear sky and a wild field. The view is clear. The gate of the countryside is near the ferry. The village trees are at the mouth of the stream. The white water is beyond the field. The blue peaks are behind the mountains. There are no idle men in the farm. I've been working in the south. The Yellow Flower River. The path is winding and winding, but it's a long way to go. The path is so winding that you can see your friends, and it is hidden from the forest. It is raining on the pines and flowing through the rocks. The deep streams are filled with quiet words, and the high mountains are filled with long whistles. I can see the sun on the southern mountain, the white dew and the mist. The green gao is already clean, the green trees are like floating. I used to be tired of Mengmu, but I'm not worried about it. Cui Puyang's brother, the season of the former mountains, has a good time in the fall colors, not to mention the leisure on the pool. I know the mountain in front of my door from the western forest. I know the mountain in front of my door. A thousand miles across, a few peaks out of the clouds. The mountain is facing the Qin State, and the Jing Pass is hidden in a pile. The sun shines at the end of the rain, and the birds fly back at sunset. The old man is still here today, sighing at this disheveled face. Deer Chai Wang Wei I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I hear their voices. The shadows of the returning man have entered the deep forest, but they are still shining on the green moss. Spring Dawn Meng Haoran Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and crowing birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes in the night, and I know how many flowers have fallen. Bird Song Stream Wang Wei The osmanthus blossoms have fallen, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. Bamboo Likan Wang Wei Sitting alone in a secluded bamboo grove, playing the zither and wailing. The deep forest is unknown to the people, and the bright moon is shining on them. The Bamboo Museum Wang Wei Sitting alone in a bamboo grove, he played the piano and wailed for a long time. The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is near. In the mountains, Wang Wei, the white stones come out of Jingxi, and the red leaves are scarce in the cold sky. The mountain road is free of rain, and the empty green is wet. Mountain Dwelling in Autumn Meanwhile Wang Wei The weather is late in the fall after the new rain on the empty mountain. The moon shines between the pines, the spring flows over the rocks. Bamboo clamor returns to the raccoon girl, lotus moves under the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, Wang Sun.
6. Sentences describing the scenery of his hometownDonghu Park, East Lake Square, Wuyi Overseas Chinese Square, Academician Road, Long Beach Style Street, Busan Park, Yuhu Park, Sports Park, Celebrity Plaza, Gonzhou Plaza, etc., the city function is further improved, the urban landscape is changing day by day.
To Jiangmen, the most unmissable is spread in the countryside, bamboo forests between the towers. In patches of open green rice paddies, curved river flowing slowly, dense and upright bamboo forests are located in different styles of towers, each towers have a moving story ...... towers, like opening a picture of Overseas Chinese paintings, into a scene of historical past.
In addition to towers, Jiangmen landscape gardens abound. The latest evaluation of the Jiangmen overseas Chinese eight scenes are: Jiangmen East Lake Park, "East Lake shadow", Xinhui Tianma Village, "Bird Paradise", Xinhui Guifeng Mountain Scenic Area, "Guifeng stacked", Taishan Chuan Island style" of the Upper and Lower Chuan Island Seaside Tourism Area, Kaiping Tangkou Town's "Liyuan Spring Dawn", Kaiping's "Diaolou Wonderland", Enping's "Hot Springs Wonderland", Heshan Dayan Mountain Scenic Area, "wild goose shadow wave light" and so on.
7. Sentences describing the scenery of his hometownIn front of my house there is a not too small pond, the pond is full of lotus, there is a clump of bamboo on the side.
In the spring, the lotus leaves from the silt to poke their heads out, pointed little head just out of the water, to cause dragonflies to stop on. The clump of tiny bamboo shoots break through the obstacles of the soil, and grow desperately towards the head of the father, bathing in the warmth of the sun.
Summer came, the pond has long been a green, lotus flowers scramble to open, white flowers attracted passers-by have stopped. And the little bamboo shoots have grown into tall bamboo, in the wind swinging body.
Autumn gradually thick, the lotus pond has long been a piece of debris, once the pride has withered with the autumn wind. And the bamboo is still holding up its more robust body, swaying in the somewhat chilly sunshine.
Winter brings beautiful snow, frozen ponds have become a place for children to skate and play. The bamboo has stopped its dance and waits quietly in the cold wind for the next spring.
8. What are the poems about the beautiful scenery of the hometown1. Hotel cold lamp alone do not sleep, the guest heart what to turn miserable. I've been thinking about my hometown for a long time, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next year or so.
2. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and I don't see home at the end of the world. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
3. The river water is three thousand miles, the family letter fifteen lines. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
4. The sharp mountains by the sea look like sword beams, cutting sorrow everywhere in the fall. If I were to get a thousand million bodies, I would go up to the peak and look at my hometown.
5. I'm a stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family twice as much at festivals. The first thing you need to do is to get to the top of the mountain and see if you can get to the top of the mountain.
6. I traveled far away from Jingmen, and came from Chu. The mountains are all over the plains, and the river flows into the great wilderness. The moon flies under the heavenly mirror, the clouds are born in the sea building. I still pity the water in my hometown, and I will send the boat on the way for ten thousand miles.
7. Spring grass grows at the head of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear under the White Salt Mountain. The south people come up to sing a song, the north people do not move on the hometown feelings.
8. Dead yuan know that all things are empty, but sad not to see the same nine states. The king's division in the north of the Central Plains day, the family sacrifice is not forgotten to tell Naiweng.
9. Yesterday's grass is withered and today's grass is green. The night has dreamed of boarding the return road, less than Tonglu has been and Ming.
10. The sound of the book outside the ridge, through the winter and spring. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.