Liu Yuxi's "The Bamboo Branch Lyrics"
The willow is at the level of the river, and I hear Lang Jiangshan singing a mountain song. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is merciless but clear.
Su Shi, "Drinking on the Lake after the first clear rain, two songs - the second"
The water is brimming with sunshine, the mountain color is also strange rain. The West Lake is more beautiful than the West Lake, and it is more suitable to be lightly made up than to be thickly painted.
Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Lyrics"
Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. The clear sky, a crane rows up the clouds, will lead the poetic feelings to the blue sky.
Xu Yuanjie's On the Lake
Flowers blossom in the red trees and warblers cry, the grass grows long and the egrets fly in the lake. The wind and the sun are clear, and the people are happy, and the sun is setting, and the boats are returning.
Sima Guang's "Early Summer in the Hakka"
In the month of April, the rain cleared and the sky was clear at first, and the southern mountains became clearer when the house was open. The sunflower is the only thing that is clearing up.
Weng Roll's "Wild Hope"
A day of autumn colors and cold clear bay, countless peaks near and far. I went up the mountain to see the wild water, and suddenly I saw the green mountains at the bottom of the mountain.
Fan Chengda's Happy Sunshine
The rain is not aware of the spring, but the sun is clear and the summer is deep.
Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the River"
The flowers of the river are red hot at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring.
2. Poems or words describing sunshine and rainLiu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Lyrics" (楊柳青青江水平), and Wenlang Jiangshan singing mountain songs.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. Su Shi, "Drinking on the lake after the first clear rain, two songs - the second" water brimming with sunshine is good, the mountain color of the rain is also strange.
I want to compare the West Lake with Xizi, and the light makeup is always appropriate. Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Lyrics" has been a sad commentary on the loneliness of autumn since ancient times, and I would say that autumn is better than spring.
A crane in the clear sky, and then lead the poetic feelings to the blue sky. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
The wind and the sun are clear and the people are good, and the sun sets and the pipes and drums return. Sima Guang's "Early Summer on the Road" is about the clearing of April and the first clearing of the rain, and the southern mountains are clearing up.
No willow flakes due to the wind, but sunflower sunny. The first time I saw this, it was a very good day for me, and I was very happy to see it.
Idlely go up the mountain to see the wild water, and suddenly see the green mountain at the bottom of the mountain. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the old days.
Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" ("日出江花红胜火"), "春来江水绿如蓝".
Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South River" is a poem that praises the sun, rain and mud.
I didn't find the one describing the rocky mud, sorry ......
Day Tang Author: Li Peak
Dan out of the Fusang Road. Rising far from the Wakimu branch.
The clouds are full of five colors. The sunlight is in the sky, and the nine lights are on the sky.
The eastern land is filled with dragons.
The sunlight is on the horizon, and the sunlight is on the horizon.
The Song of the Sun by Dong Sigong
Canghai has ten branches of sunshine, and the hanging garden has a heavy round of celebration. The Hibiscus is the most beautiful of all, and it is the most beautiful of all.
The winds are blowing, and the clouds are reflecting.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one.
The Dawn of the Day Tang By: Han constrained
The sunlight of the sky enters the water, and the sky in the water is red for a while.
After the third watch of the day, the first one sends the golden crow up to the blue sky.
A drop of dew from the autumn lotus falls into the mysterious sky at night.
It comes on a jade disk, but it is not sure how round it is.
Twilight River Song (Tang) Bai Juyi
A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, and half of the river is red.
Pity the third night of September, the dew is like a real pearl, the moon is like a bow.
4. 15 lines of an ancient poem about rain and dewreed reed, white dew for frost.
Sing to the wine, the geometry of life. Like the morning dew, go to the day of suffering.
Yi Weicheng morning rain light dust, guest house green willow color new. The cold rain is coming into Wu at night, and I am sending off my guests to the lonely mountains of Chu in the evening.
The black clouds are not covering the mountains, and the white rain is jumping into the boat. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
The rain of apricot blossoms is wet on the clothes, and the wind of willow is not cold on the blowing face. The poor night of the third day of the ninth month, the dew is like a pearl, the moon is like a bow.
The dew is white from tonight, the moon is bright from the hometown. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The moon wheel is in the center of the jade, and the dew is new in front of the temple. The spring tide with the rain came in the evening, the wild ferry no one boat from the cross.
The four hundred and eighty temples in the south, how many buildings and platforms in the smoke and rain. The weather is late in the fall.
The water is full of sunshine, the mountain color is also strange rain. The sky street drizzle moist as crisp, the color of grass look close but no.
5. Poems describing the spring sunshineSpring is late, flowers and trees luxuriant. The music is harmonious, and the artemisia is harmonious.
Late: slow. The flowers and wood: the grass and trees. (eery): the appearance of luxuriant grass. Harmonious music: the warbler. (eery music): the sound of birdsong and harmony. Artemisia: artemisia. Qi Qi: numerous.
The Book of Songs - Xiao Ya - Out of the Vehicle
In the middle of spring, Yang He is rising
Yang He: the warmth of spring
The Records of the Grand Historian (史记-秦始皇本纪)
The winds of Mu Mu arrived and blew the train of my robes. The green robe is like spring grass, and the grass is long and the wind is comfortable.
Mu Mu: and. The winds of Mu Mu to: the warm spring drifts up. The grass is long and the wind is comfortable: the spring grass is stretching in the breeze.
Han - Lefu folk song "Ancient Poetry Mu Mu Qingfeng to"
Orchids are born in the spring sun, and they are still flourishing in winter.
Orchid and Ruo: both are names of herbs. The ancient so-called "orchid", belonging to the chrysanthemum category, is different from today's orchids. If: Du Ruo, belongs to the grass family. The first is to be a good example of this. The meaning of the second sentence: although the orchid grows in the warm season of spring, through the winter is still nourishing.
Han - Lefu folk song Gu Shi Lan Ruo Sheng Chun Yang
Yangchun Bu Deze, all things are bright
Yangchun: the warmth of spring. Deze: grace, favor, here refers to sunshine and rain moisturizing. The warm spring gives grace and moisturizes everything so that everything grows and flourishes. Han - Lefu Gu Rhetoric "The Long Song Xing"
The wind in the fragrance of Yangchun Baizhi
Jin - Lefu Gu Rhetoric "Three Poems of Jin Bai Yi Dance and Song"
The spring forest has many flattering flowers, and the spring bird has many sorrowful intentions. The winds of spring are so affectionate that they blow my robe open.
Jin - Lefu Folk Songs "Songs for the Four Seasons of the Night - Spring Songs"
In February and March of Yangchun, the grass is the same color as the water
Jin - Lefu Ancient Rhetoric "Yuzhu"
In the evening of spring, the green field is beautiful, and the rocky heights of the white clouds are full of clouds
"Xiu" is: beautiful.
In the southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun wrote "Entering the Mouth of Lake Pengli"
The pond is full of spring grasses, and the willow in the garden has changed into a songbird
"Change of songbird" is a change in the kind of bird that chirps. In two lines, it is written that the birds have been replaced after the winter and spring.
Song Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool Tower"
There is nothing in Jiangnan, but a branch of spring
Lu Kai's "Gift to Fan Ye" from the North and South Dynasties: "I folded the flowers to meet the postman, and sent them to the man at the head of the dragon. There is nothing in Jiangnan, but a branch of spring."
Folding flowers: here refers to folding plum blossoms. The plum blossoms bloom at the end of winter, and a tree is the first to spring in the world, so it is the messenger of spring. Longtou people: Longshan people. The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the situation, and that you have a good understanding of what is happening.
A branch of spring sentence: send plum to send spring, plum blossom represents the arrival of spring in Jiangnan.
The noisy birds cover the spring continent, and the miscellaneous Ying is full of Fangdian
Cover the spring continent: the sandbar is full of spring.
Liang Xie Overlook's "Evening Climbing the Three Mountains and Looking Back at the Capital"
Sending a message to the wind and sun in Luocheng, the color of spring next year will be twice as bright as the others
Luocheng: the city of Luoyang. The first is to say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".
Tang Du Shenyan, "Spring Day in Beijing"
The clouds are out of the sea at dawn, and the plums and willows are across the river in spring.
The sun rises over the sea, and the plums and willows cross the river in spring. Shuji: the warmth of spring. The green apples and waves: the apples and grasses in the water turn green. The four lines mean: the colorful sun rises with the sunrise in the sea, the plum blossom and green willow bring the spring across the river, the yellow bird sings in the warm spring light, the sunlight promotes the green apple grass.
Tang Dynasty - Du Shenyan "and Jinling Lu Chancellor's Morning Spring Tour"
I don't know who cuts out the fine pair, the February spring breeze is like scissors
Tang Dynasty - He Zhizhang "Winged Willow": "The jasper is made up to be a high tree, and ten thousand threads of green silk hang down. I don't know who cuts out the fine pairs, but the February spring breeze is like scissors."
The flowers in the forest are swept away, and the grass on the path is still growing
Tang Meng Haoran, "Happiness with Wang Jiu Xiangxun in Spring"
The lake is clear in February, and the birds are singing in every house
Tang Yu Haoran, "Happiness with Wang Jiu Xiangxun in Spring"
I heard that the spring has not yet been known to me, and I went to visit the news of the plums in the cold
Tang Li Bai, "Early Spring Sends to Wang Hanyang"
The plums are full of the snow, and the willows return in the spring breeze. The Ancient Winds
Spring grasses are as sentimental as the mountains are green
Tang Li Bai's "Answer to Su Xiu Cai at the Golden Gate"
When the fallen flowers arrive, the fragrance of the flowing water is far away
Tang Liu Jianxu's "The Question of the Que"
Flying snow accompanied by the spring is still here, and the garden of goodness is still idle in the dawn
Tang Liu Jianxu's "The Snow is a Small Hill"
The road is made up of the end of the white clouds, and the spring and the green streams are long
It means the road is made up of the end of the white clouds, and the spring is long with the green streams.
Meaning: The road is cut off by white clouds, and the spring scenery stretches as long as the green stream.
Tang - Liu 昚xu "Que Question"
The flowers fall from the fragrant trees without anyone's help, and the birds cry in vain all the way to the spring mountains
Tang - Li Hua "Spring Walking Improvisation"
6. Beautiful Poetry or Prose of Sunshine or RainSunshine Faith (Prose Poetry) I. Looking Up to the Sunshine 1- The Sunshine of the Sunshine of the East O God! I am your proud son.
Standing on the stage of life, I am a thinker, The sunshine of the east of the sun shines on my earth, My mornings are clear, my life is alive. Beyond the sunshine, in the midst of time, there is the one and only girlfriend in my life.
Beneath the sunshine we met, knew each other, and were pleased with each other. We are sunny and vibrant, and the sunshine writes about the love of our life.
Sunny childhood, we walked from the sunny land to the market of life, hawking sunshine. We stood in the sunshine to fulfill love, to fulfill the best kind of process in life.
God! Please let me fantasize less. 2 - Daughter of Faith On a sunny spring day, when the glacier begins to open, the Daughter of Faith returns on the waves.
The woman of faith brought me the spring of love. The mountain flowers were in full bloom, and the spring birds chirped many beautiful poems on the branches of the trees for our meeting.
The Daughter of Faith, the daughter of the sun, was like coming to the world to remove the shadows and darkness for the holy love. One sunny morning she came.
She, like the language of the sun, was bright and cheerful; she, like a ray of sunshine, let the poetic years break through the darkness and began to poeticize; she, like a fire in the sun, burned out the days like fire. Thus, my days began to come out of the dream and become bright.
3- Glacier water Above the glacier, under the sun, I am a water quality boy. Ice is my temperament, which makes people feel a kind of cold, a kind of hard, a kind of bright and transparent personality.
Water is my incarnation, like my soft side and my energetic other side. Under the sun, I am the messenger, with the gift of the sun, with the faith of water, straight to my home, digging their own fields.
Drawing the water of the glacier, watering my own paradise, is my joy, is one of my beliefs under the sun. The water of the glacier, flowing to the garden of my life, the daughter of faith, my flowers in this life, what time can I open? One day the sun shines on the glacier, and the winter of my life begins to thaw.
O yea, running waters! Love spring is here. Second, the sunshine and snow 1, whose eyes, knocked open the fragrance of the plum in the snowy area? That is a round of red sun, the sunshine of home.
Hometown, Sunshine Snowfield, white is your only pursuit. The snow, which glows brightly under the sun, then turns into soft spring water, taking away the winter's sentimentality.
Going home, in the middle of nowhere, the snowflakes are flying down. Open the doors and windows, a ray of sunshine sprinkled down, sitting at the desk, serenely feeling the charm of words.
Standing on the window sill, holding the sycamore in my hand, wearing a cotton jacket made by my mom, so my heart returned to the snow, that youthful era full of sunshine. The sun fell golden, Dad waved the hoe, watering the beautiful home with sweat.
Surrounded by snow, my sister watched over the green wheat seedlings in the field with her crystal eyes, and used the language of poetry to paint her own beautiful tomorrow for the guys. Sitting in front of the house, I think back to my distant childhood.
Pile snowman, snowball fight is a group of authentic mountain village boy the best fun. In my childhood, I knew that there were still mountains outside the mountains, and when the snow melted, there were still snowflakes falling.
Early in the morning, the wind stopped, the dream woke up, only the snow is still flying. But I will soon feel the presence of the sun, and I see my mother and sister together in the sunshine, facing the glittering snow towards the depths of winter.
The snow was on its way, a trail of footprints that stretched all the way to spring. On that snowy day, the plum blossom I was waiting for bloomed, pink, in the sunshine, among the snowflakes, by the side of the path at the entrance of the village, like a pretty woman walking onto a white stage to show her poise.
Beyond the Meiling, in the midst of the wind and snow, poetry springs to mind. 3, above the stone bench, within three meters, under the sun, the poet began to think about the new scenes of spring.
The neighbor's little girl came out, reciting in a native accent, "The ice melts, the seeds sprout,......" The snow on the opposite side is the sadness of the winter hanging on the pine boughs, which has not yet had time to go away. On the back of the snow, the sunshine radiates my thoughts about the season.
The snow on the pine branches is starry, as if to scatter the winter cold in the mountains. Within eyesight, a spring bird climbed up the branch, singing out the love, spring is coming.
So I thought, I used my left hand to start writing poems, so I used my right hand to open the doors and windows to meet the warmth of the sun. Sunshine and snow, in my picture of a better tomorrow, I closed my hands to the sun.
At this point, a sincere wish is about to melt with the snow.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
Four snow and winter have an agreement, with the sun will melt it into a colorful spring.
So, I went into the dream, holding the plum blossom in my hand, through the sunshine I saw my own happy smile. Third, the sunshine zone 1, the sunshine came Qinba Mountain began to snow, hometown is another winter.
Snow on the road, waiting for the sun to melt their lives into a part of spring. The wind's greetings slowly advance the news of spring.
Spring is coming. The glacier has not yet had time to wake up, and the earth is already full of life.
Toward the sunny days, the cold accompanied by snow to me, snow into ice, ice into water, is about to turn into a new scene of spring. I comfortably feel thrown in the sunny land of last winter, and the depths of memory are written with wonderful sunshine.
Snow-filled days, I am nostalgic in the beloved land, once and a girl's love affair. That winter, she stepped on the snow, let my earth warm before the sun came.
Snow. Sunshine.
She was beautiful. Pleasant, happy, is a realistic poem that sends away the cold of my winter.
She came on a snowy day, and the cold wind blew away the sadness in my poem. I advanced only in the snow, and she brought back a fallen poet from the virtual beauty to reality.
The sunlight opened my voluptuous desires and then saw her smile. Flakes of snow sent a few poetic touches.
The warmth of the sun makes our winter no longer cold, and she snuggles in a warm embrace, reading sentimental verses. From time to time, she closes her eyes and thinks of the beauty and happiness beyond the poem.
She poetized my days. I started smiling on the days when the sunshine shed its light, and between smiles and smiles, she has become my bride in this life.
2. Sunshine's Unbridled Thoughts In winter, embrace the hearth. On a snowy night, the hearth fire is in my pair.
7. Sentences Describing RaindropsBeautiful Sentences Describing Raindrops
D1 Raindrops, ah, raindrops, wandering and wandering among the crystal clear green leaves. O my tiny heart, a rain lotus blossoms in the trembling of the flowers. Swinging and rippling in the rain, drifting into the silent stream 。。。。 Along the current, driving vastly to the other shore of the heart 。。。。。 The flowers on the other shore, blooming in the rain, also blooming in the sunshine that will soon open.
D2 vast and boundless land ah, you carry the dream of how many centuries; endless rain ah, you nurture the hope of how many lives. We as a molecule of life, every day to enjoy your fullness, in awe of your big heart. We moved in a blue sky, singing their own songs, speaking their own language, to realize the myth of their own heritage dreams. You care for the existence of every life all the time, you use the gesture of inclusive dedication to raise every life growth experience. We put down our inferiority complex, stand up the chest hall, with grateful piety for you to applaud!
D3 I am a drop of dew after a long dark night, a special drop of dew, the morning sunrise is piercing, but also pricked my whole body's tendons and bones, I am a unique drop of dew, because the tree became my home after birth, the distant flowers on the leaves are full of my compatriots, but I and they are separated from the two worlds, I am a drop of lonely dew, I can be witnessed by the world is so I am a drop of lonely dew, I can witness the world is so noisy, but I am so quiet so lonely, all I can do is to be a spectator, I am a drop of thin dew, the sun's recklessness, so that my body slowly towards nothingness, in the last point of blood and tears, another world to accommodate my soul.
D4 How I would like to stand in the drizzle of the morning, standing in the touch of a small tree, so that I can listen attentively to your beautiful sound of the rain. Let my eyes quietly fall on your beautiful memories, throwing like opening the red roses of May, June buds, as beautiful and charming. In fact, your rain, I just need a drop, it is enough, as long as there is a drop, fell to my lips, and then gently slipped into my mouth, my heart, then my entire youth, will belong to you, will be in your rain moisturized, beautiful growth.
D5 I really would like to stand in your meadow, with two hands caressing, rubbing that little valley, in that beautiful intoxication, bear your tenderness. I have also hung a key to my heart, opened the window of your heart, and let the raindrops of flowers fall in your tenderness. I would like to be in the morning of the rain, standing into the touch of a small tree, let me listen to your beautiful sound of the rain.
D6 You are a bit of sweet spring dew, moisturizing and purifying my bosom. We met on the vast earth, without asking each other, you penetrate my reality, I nourish your favor. Adaptation in the small world, breeding a piece of life. From then on, we began to reproduce and raise offspring, watching them grow happy. We don't need words, we need a tacit understanding. My thickness to carry your smoothness and brightness, absorb your nutrition in the deep love, perceive your mercurial and fickle dance; your penetration to melt me, my big for your release to find the ideal paradise. Our union is a myth of nature, never leaving, blooming a splendor with wordless love.
D7 let my eyes quietly fall on your beautiful memory, throwing like opening the red roses of May, June buds, as beautiful and charming. In fact, your dew, I just need a drop, it is enough, as long as there is a drop, fell to my lips, and then tenderly slipped into my mouth, my heart, then my entire youth, will belong to you, will be nourished by your dew, beautiful growth. Your sweet fragrance, more than once charmed my soul, I like to nestle in the lingering hillock, listening to that beautiful mountain sound trembling.
D8 rain in fact and the world of all things and living beings, may be even more, that is, spirituality, charming and moving spirituality. They are free from the sky that fluttering clouds into the silk spring rain, and then like a spirit of "fine and silent" to "dive into the night", pattering from the sky and down. They are in the green in the green bushes, by the rain slowly formed dew, let us naturally born "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms" of "sound and poetry" mirror image. Raindrops in the green leaves on the slow formation of the slow flow without saying a word, so that the green leaves as a hibiscus, more such as the rain itself, bright and shiny, glowing with dazzling vitality.
D9 leaning on the flower bed in the park, tiled lace. In the sunlight, like a colorful rainbow. The altar full of flowers competing for color, emitting a pungent fragrance. The breeze blows the pearls on the petals and slowly rolls down to the soil. Bees and butterflies dance around, like lovers whispering. Embracing each other with a look of happiness. In the shadowy corner, there is an inconspicuous little flower. Pursuing the sunshine, holding a stubborn head, fragrant alone.
D10 dew on the top of the head, but, at this time, as if there is a dew on the green leaves of the favor, more in the face of newborn life as a surprise, the slightest reluctance and dare not reach out to touch them, for fear that they leave the green leaves and fall to the ground. What are they lingering for? These dewdrops from the sky. They also want to be like the current beautiful women and girls, as early to start showing their own crystal-like body. Properly in this all things flourish, full of life in the spring, *** with the construction (this is the official language? It seems to be) this beautiful picture scroll in spring.