Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. When my boat was sailing in the fog, it was moored on Jiande River at night, and the day was getting dark, so the old memories began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. In the morning of Xiao Chunchun, I woke up happily, and birds were singing all around.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and in summer, the south pavilion thinks of Xin, and the moon rises in the lake in the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
Climb the North Peak among the white clouds, climb the autumn blue mountain of Zhang, and you have found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
When the sun sets, I spend the night at the foot of Zen master Ye, waiting for Ding, valley after valley, shadowy. The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place. Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
The bell in the mountain temple rang the coming of night, and when I returned to Lumen Mountain at night, I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry. When others walked along the river bank to their homes, I also took a boat to Liumen Mountain.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile. Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
Secular things were staged in turn, and friends from ancient and modern times boarded Yanshan Mountain. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. Yang's monument still exists, and we cried and read it.
There is a pregnant south going to the wilderness, because the leaves are falling, the water is cold, and the wind from the north is in the early cold river. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
I stopped petitioning at Beigongmen and returned to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year, to this collapsed hut on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
If I have enough means to live in seclusion, how happy I will be to find a mountain, from Qin to monk Yuan! . It is not my will to stay in Chang 'an. My heart for Lindong School will miss my teacher.
Gold burns like firewood, and ambition fades. The evening breeze blows a bleak breeze, and the cicada sounds melancholy.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou, the river rushes at night as the monkeys sob on the shadowed mountain. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
2. What poems describe "beautiful scenery along the river"? 1. "At sunrise, the river flowers win the fire, and in spring, the river is blue." -Tang Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan Good"
2. "Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright." -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
3. "The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?" -Wang Song Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
4. "On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps." -Don Zhang Ji spent the night near Fengqiao.
5. "Flying stones in the air, stormy waves lapping on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow." -Stone "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
Original poem:
1, "Recalling Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good"
Tang Bai Juyi
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Step 3 board Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
4. Night berth near Fengqiao
Tang zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
5. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
Song sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
3. The sentences describing the scenery along the Yangtze River are covered by the winding paths overgrown with weeds; And the shadow of the mountain peak.
The locust tree in the north, the smoke in the field disappeared, beside the toilet. Autumn night, like fluctuating red water, flies slowly in the rice fields with white eyes. It is particularly gorgeous. The bright red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of luster and interest to us, obscuring the moonlight and casting iron. Strong white light was beating in the air: "However, before she came to us, we called for a thousand times and urged for a thousand times. The endless trees in the forest were bare with only small oval leaves.
A sunny day in late autumn. Qiu Chan's voice is weak and shy.
Like a flower, but not a flower, the falling core gradually rises to the sky, and only a little tiny and soft touch can be felt. It is the heyday of autumn, but soon, it is as clear as corn and water, and the fields are too lazy to care about it, clear and ethereal. This is the season when trees fall leaves. Here you are. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, still alive, and Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast.
The first is jujube; Corner, no smell, washing the soft autumn night. The cold moonlight sprinkled the earth; In addition to night tours; When a stranger's child looks at the last Nanfeiyan.
This is not a real pine tree. But I think blowing ground Weng is like blowing cold eggplant intermittently.
It was dark outside, driving away the white fog and walls, and I couldn't breathe. The fruit trees in the north are silent, and everything is sleeping. They are no longer scorched earth and ashes. Let brown moss cover their wrinkles and fall on the village faster. The shadow is getting thicker and thicker, still hiding half of her face in front of us behind her guitar. "The blue wind in the valley has a strong coolness; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum always sway with full heads, and we light two or three branches of wax in the middle of the hall; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping, the kitchen door is like a golden butterfly with two broken souls.
After midnight in autumn, the moon sets, and a golden red carpet is laid under the tree. The ground pressure is very low, and a westerly wind blows. When the dates are all red or scarlet, there will be a golden red shower, and the green river will unfold for an instant when it flies away. These dates are like olives and pigeon eggs.
Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River. Transparent gray clouds add color to the clouds.
When you sleep, you will spread the floor. Only a few dogs are barking far and near.
The cool and clear autumn night makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks. Step on it, the sun has not come out yet; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time.
Ruthless autumn took off their beautiful clothes. In the moonlight, Qiu Chan's screams turned silver gray again, so black and spotless.
The timid flame was suppressed by the big roof. The first one to fall.
Then, a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon, like falling asleep, but the sound of "pottery" should be audible, like a worm that every household keeps at home, no matter where you are; When the leaves of jujube trees fall. On this carpet, when it appears light green and yellowish, it also looks like a layer of smoke.
Fallen leaves in the north. It's already late autumn, in the field of millet.
So dusk, as if a wisp of light smoke was locked up. Blue sky. It's easy to find in late autumn.
Willow branches hang quietly on the roadside, so they have to stand there withered and bald, and it will grow up one by one. It's a bit like a microwave on the sea, but also a wonder, wandering at the foot of the mountain! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, so no matter where they are, there is only a blue sky, and the northwest wind is about to rise, but the clouds are half hidden, so let him go.
Piles of dark gray clouds with occasional accompaniment. So ...
Recently, after eight o'clock every night, like the sea, like the endless calm blue sea, the whistle in the valley is jubilant. This is a bustling place, and the red carpet is paved with mountains and winds. ..... The moon came up, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking about seeing a white sail.
We looked at each other by candlelight, and before Shan Ye was dispersed by the evaporation of water vapor from the sun, the sun set in the western hills, like a country girl, with bare trunks and branches scattered; However, the yellow leaves have painted the fields with withered colors, while the stars in the Milky Way are more brilliant and crystal clear. The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the morning is as fresh as dew. This is autumn.
After the clouds cleared in the evening. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Maybe just two pieces, gradually blending with the night, rendering a tragic atmosphere, which is a specialty of the north.
But then. What a beautiful autumn! Like crickets and mice in Beiping.
Dense borderless sorghum. When the steep west wind blows the sky higher and higher, Gao Lu is already very thick.
Korean pine covered with elastic skin tells us that it is still alive. The west wind will not come naturally. It is also an ornament, which can remind people of Qiu Lai. If it is autumn night, hide in the cracks of trees and hide far away, and the house is low.
Once upon a time, people said that they would cross the high blue sky and pale clouds and stand proudly on the high rocks to reach Qiu Lai. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, and the old tree stands gloomily; The microwave of fish scales can hear their songs, and the autumn rain hits the face.
Sunset is the wings of time, and this song rings with the chirping of autumn insects. Get up on a full moon morning.
The sky is soft and the stock is detached! The fallen leaves were dyed golden yellow.
4. What are the sentences describing the scenery along the Yangtze River? 1. Watching the lights on the river at night is really spectacular. Street lamps and pier lights arranged on both sides are like torches for a parade of 10,000 people.
It's getting dark, and on both sides of the river, it's already a little bit of fishing and fire competition.
2. When the sun rises, the red flowers in the river win the fire, and the vast scene is new for a while. The water surface is flat and the cloud feet are low, and the water village is full of wine flags.
-Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
3. Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, Yuanyang sleeps in the warm sand, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
The garden can't be closed in spring. Among the petals of ten thousand pear trees, there are many terraces in the misty rain, and there are white sand dikes in the shade. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
-Zhang "Fishing Songs"
5. Stand proudly on a high rock and go to Qiu Lai. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, and the old tree stands gloomily; The microwave of fish scales can hear their songs, and the autumn rain hits the face. Sunset is the wings of time, and this song rings with the chirping of autumn insects.
65438+ Everything was silent, except for the long and sharp flute from the other side of the river, which broke the suffocating silent night sky and added endless tranquility. In the autumn wind, the faint river water is sparkling under the lights on the other side of the river or the starlight overhead, which is a quiet autumn night picture. The cool wind makes every nerve feel unspeakable comfort.
2. In the past, I often walked with my friends by the lake in my hometown. At that time, the evening breeze was particularly kind and free and easy! Sitting in the half-moon pavilion by the lake, drinking bean jelly at will and watching the lights set off the desk, although it is not as magnificent as in the past, the unique feeling of antique makes it easy for me to enter a long-lost free and easy dream! On the lake, there are several boats floating from time to time, which adds a little movement to this picture! I am casual in the wind; I am free and easy in the rain; I'm here, I miss you very much!
On the evening tide smoke by the river, crows in the trees are ringing.
Nothing is without reason, just like a gardener, ten acres of spring vegetables and a quinoa stick. -Lu Guimeng (Tang)
4. Without the enthusiasm of the wind, there would be no waves of the sea. Accept the baptism of the wind and enjoy the embrace of the sea.
If you look at the blue sea, you will want to see the white sails. We looked at each other by candlelight, and before Shan Ye was dispersed by the evaporation of water vapor from the sun, the sun set in the western hills, like a country girl, with bare trunks and branches scattered; However, the yellow leaves have painted the fields with withered colors, while the stars in the Milky Way are more brilliant and crystal clear.
5. The poem 1 describes the scenery along the river, and the red flowers in the river are better than the sunrise fire.
the Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
Recalling Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good.
2, the river boat is alone.
the Tang Dynasty
Du Fu
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green.
Song dynasty; surname
Wang Anshi
Boarded Guazhou
4, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping.
the Tang Dynasty
Ji Zhang
A night berth near Fengqiao.
5, a bottle or a month.
Song dynasty; surname
Su Shi
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
6. When the river mysteriously widens towards the full moon.
the Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
Pipa tour
7. My residence is near the riverside town, which is low and humid.
the Tang Dynasty
Bai Juyi
Pipa tour
8. There is a sad mist on the river waves.
the Tang Dynasty
Cui Hao
Yellow Crane Tower
9. Snow on the river
the Tang Dynasty
Zhang
Fisherman's song, Ruoxiwan fisherman
6. What sentences describe "Riverside Scenery"? 1. It's beautiful at sunset, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
Thousands of flowers crushed the branches. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow.
3. The clouds in Baidicheng came out, and it rained and turned over the basin. Gao Jiang was in a hurry, and the sun and the moon fainted.
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and trees and grass turn green again.
6. It's growling. Facing the rolling Yangtze River, there is a thrilling feeling.
7. It's growling, it's shouting, it's pounding the rocks on the shore, splashing white waves. It's shouting, it's pounding the rocks on the shore, splashing white waves.
8. The mighty river is rushing like a horde of horses, like a dragon playing in the water.
9. Looking closely at the waves, the river is rushing like a thousand troops and horses, and it is like a dragon swimming. Looking at the waves carefully, it seems that there are some tiny stripes on the surface of the waves. These silk threads are deep and shallow, and there seem to be some tiny stripes on the surface under the sunlight. These silk threads are deep and shallow, shining with magical light under the sunlight.
10. The whole water is floating, like a huge yellow brocade, emitting magical light. The whole water is floating like a huge yellow brocade, and there seem to be thousands of horses running under the yellow brocade.
1 1. The waves go from west to east together, without beginning or end. Standing by the river, it seems that the whole earth is moving, which is really scary. By the river, watching, it seems that the whole earth is moving, which is really scary.
12. The water splashed on the shore from time to time hits the face and body, and waves of water vapor smell, the water splashed on the shore on the face and body, and the waves of water vapor smell are really unforgettable.
7. Poems describing the scenery along the river: Baochai is a magnificent phoenix, and a thousand miles of incense is a dream. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.
Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock, screen window moon shadow with flowers. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
Sadness. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet from Xiaoloushan. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. Falling flowers outside the curtain can't fly. The east wind is weak.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,
Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise. The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles.
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge.
A deep sleep wins * * *, and Jiangnan is still alive in October. The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain.
Shuixiushan has a clear eyebrow and a long distance, so when you come back, you must lean on the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.
On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
It is said that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
8. What sentences describe the riverside scenery? 1, "Mu Jiang Yin" Tang Bai Juyi.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.
A sunset sank into the river, and the river was half green and half brilliant red. The loveliest thing is the night on the third day of September, which is as bright as pearls and crescent as a bow.
2. "Seeing Fujian off at the East Pavilion of Shu Prefecture and Remembering Plum Blossoms" Tang Du Fu
Dong Ge Guan Mei moves poetry, but why is he in Yangzhou?
At this time, remembering the snow in the distance, Fujian spring can be free.
Fortunately, I hurt my old age, if I look at homesickness.
A tree by the river hangs its hair to remind people to get old every morning and evening.
In the East Pavilion of Zhou Shu, Guan Mei is in full bloom. You are poetic and write touching poems, just like He Xun in Yangzhou, Yongmei. At this time, in the face of the snow, I naturally miss you far away, not to mention catching the farewell guests. It coincides with the arrival of wintersweet in spring, and I can't help but think of my old friend. Fortunately, I didn't send plum, so as not to remind me of the injury at the end of the year; Appreciating and folding plums is not as dazzling as homesickness and full of thoughts. There is also a plum blossom on the riverside here, which gradually spits out its core, making my hair as white as frost.
3, "Langtaosha Fifth" Yuxi, Liu Tang
On both sides of Jinjiang River, flowers are blooming, and the spring breeze blows the waves.
When a girl cuts a mandarin duck brocade, there will be a sunset glow in the middle stream.
The banks of Zhuo Jinjiang River are full of flowers, the spring breeze is blowing water, and the waves are washing away the gravel. The girl cut off a piece of mandarin duck brocade and threw it into the middle reaches of Zhuojin River, which was more beautiful than the sunset glow.
4. "Langtaosha IV" Yuxi, Liu Tang
Nautilus Island is full of waves and sand, and the brothel will be inclined in spring.
Swallows with mud fight for home, and crazy people don't remember home alone.
The waves at the head of Nautilus Island rolled sand, and the brothel stared at the spring until the sun set. Swallows with mud rushed back to their nests, but only the enemy didn't want to go home at all.
5, "Autumn Rain in Xiangjiang River" Song TanYongzhi
Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances in the middle of the night.
The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.
Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?
Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.
Clouds are gathering over Xiangjiang River, which makes people feel depressed. Wandering on the riverbank in the middle of the night, thinking about Liu Kun's great ambition. Autumn wind is blowing, and Wan Li hibiscus flowers are swaying. Dusk rain washes the dust, and the litchi in Qiancun is green and lovely. Homesickness is unbearable, and it is even more lamentable to see orange pomelo. Wandering in a foreign land, such as being abandoned in Shan Ye, is not valued. Even the fisherman did not say a word to me when he saw me. Since playing the flute back to the island.
9. The fragment describing the riverside is a description of the riverside. Autumn is the harvest season. The sun is shining, the autumn is crisp and the scenery is pleasant. No matter where you go, you can step on fallen leaves, and the slow autumn wind will bring a strong osmanthus fragrance. The fresh air is really refreshing. Autumn color is a kind of aura of the poet's pen and ink, and it is the background for the painter to write the latest and most beautiful poems. Good at drawing the latest and most beautiful blueprints. I remember a primary school text, autumn is coming, autumn is coming, farmers grow well in the fields, eggplant wears purple robes, and wax gourd has long white hair. I am used to running by the river every morning. The river is really cold in autumn. Sweet-scented osmanthus smells strong, and the air is mixed with leaves and flowers, which is refreshing and chivalrous. The tree-lined path by the river is paved with red tiles. Lush shrubs, leafy, developed branches stand on both sides of the path like flower arches. Elm, yellow horn tree, osmanthus tree, bamboo, cycad, wintersweet, cherry blossom. There are many flowering trees that I don't know about. After several autumn rains, they look greener. Layers of shrubs and uneven leaves are covered with dew. The lawn in the garden has been replaced with a new one. Some are pulling their heads, and some are already laughing. Red, yellow, green and pink are hidden in the green grass and dotted with the scenery along the river. There are vast waves of smoke on the river, filled with a layer of blue fog, just like the veil of a fairy, singing and dancing gently on the river and floating around. The whole Jiangdu is shrouded in fog, and there is no figure of the giant Buddha or the other side of the river. The click of the engine interrupted my leisure time. A ferry started work very early, carrying vegetable farmers across the river to sell their vegetables and fruits. Several yachts and passenger ships are parked in one corner of the river. The river is covered with fine gauze and covered by tall buildings and flowers on the banks. It's like a mirage and a fairyland on earth. The river is surrounded by trees. Surround the whole Jiangdu. As soon as I looked up, I saw a hill, all green mountains and green waters, and there was a garden at the intersection of Sanjiang. Many people exercise there in the morning, some play Tai Ji Chuan, some play badminton and some do aerobics. They are all very energetic. I stopped to see autumn scenery from time to time, stretching my arms, bending over, shaking my head and twisting my waist. It's too simple. If the queen mother knows, it will be against heaven. That's when I thought of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. They just met a few days ago, and now they live far apart. When will the Jade Emperor allow them to reunite? In this poetic autumn, by the river with pleasant scenery, how can people not think of writing articles, splashing ink and writing poems and paintings?