1. Poems about describing the beautiful scenery of hometown
Poems about describing the beautiful scenery of hometown 1. Ancient poems about describing the scenery of hometown
1. Evening view of the Spring River
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
Jiang Lin has many beautiful hair, and the clouds are getting brighter every day.
At this time of the journey, the heart of spring becomes more and more vague.
When you are happy, you are only satisfied with yourself, and the good things cannot be passed on.
Under the Jin Pavilion at dusk, the remaining flowers fill the passenger ship.
Translation
The trees along the river are lush and the flowers are in bloom; the clouds in the sky and the setting sun reflect each other, making the scene beautiful.
Encountering this beautiful scene during the expedition, I was suddenly surprised. Self-consciously, spring thoughts are vague, and the enjoyment is contented. The beauty of it cannot be described in words.
As the sun sets over the western mountains, the entire river surface is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the water surface glows with golden light.
The falling petals accompanied by the sunset fell on the passenger boat at the ferry. Such a beautiful and charming scene is so amazing.
2. Flower Island
Tang Dynasty: Han Yu
The bees and butterflies are leaving in droves, and the fragrant wind can be smelled across the shore.
If you want to know where the flower island is, look for red clouds on the water.
Translation
Swarms of bees and butterflies all flew in the same direction. Following the direction of the bees and butterflies, they mobilized their sense of smell and suddenly felt the fragrant aroma coming across the wide river. .
Want to know where the small island in the river full of flowers is? Across the wide river, only a red cloud can be vaguely seen in the distance.
3. Journey to the South of the Yangtze River
Tang Dynasty: Ancestor Ode
The Chu Mountains are endless, but the way back is bleak.
Watch the rain when the sea is clear, and listen to the tide at night when the river sounds.
The sword stays close to you in the south, and the book is sent to the north wind far away.
In order to repay empty pond oranges, I sent them to Luoqiao without a matchmaker.
Translation
The mountains in Chudi stretch endlessly, and the road back to my hometown is so rugged and desolate.
When you see the sunrise over the East China Sea and the colorful clouds, you know it’s going to rain; when you hear the roar of the river, you know the night tide is coming.
My book sword is floating in the air, and I am detained close to the South Dou. My hometown is far away, and it is difficult to collect letters from home. The wild geese blown by the north wind in my home blow to the south and cannot return to the north.
Wu Tan’s oranges are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.
4. Instant
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In late spring in March, the Wu Gorge is long, and the bright clouds float and the sun shines.
The sound of thunder suddenly sends rain down from thousands of peaks, and the flower scent is as thick as the fragrance of Baihe.
The oriole turns back after crossing the water, while the swallow does not care if the mud is wet in its mouth.
In the flying pavilion rolling curtain picture, nothing but Xiaoxiang is missing.
Translation
The late spring in March in Wuxia seems to be longer than in other places. The white clouds in the sky are flying with the wind and reflecting the sunlight, which is very bright.
Suddenly there was thunder, and soon it started to rain heavily. Between the sky and the earth, the mountains and peaks were shrouded in the vast rain. The heavy rain gathered and dispersed suddenly, and the fresh air was immediately filled with the fragrance of various flowers.
When encountering a thunderstorm, the delicate oriole turns over in fear and rests uncertainly; but the swallow is different, it works in the rain and flies in the wind.
When I open the roller blinds in front of my window, I see a beautiful picture in front of me. The scenery in the gorge is magnificent, with high mountains and dangerous rivers, thunderstorms and thousands of peaks, but it still lacks the vastness of Xiaoxiang Dongting.
5. Butterflies and Flowers·Spring is in decline and the grass is resting
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Spring is in decline and the grass is resting. The scenery in the guest house is the Qingming Festival again. In the small courtyard, people recall farewell at dusk. Falling red and hearing cries everywhere.
The mountains and rivers so close to each other are divided into Chu and Yue. The eyes are broken and the soul is lost, and the sound should be completely gone. The dream breaks at five o'clock and the heart breaks. The trumpet blows down the plum blossom moon.
Translation
Originally, spring is the season when flowers bloom and wild grass blooms. There are scenes everywhere that are pleasing to the eye and full of joy. But the good times don't last long, and this beautiful scenery has long passed. After being in a foreign land for a long time, it’s Tomb-Sweeping Day again.
Sitting in the courtyard at dusk, missing my loved ones. However, when the flowers were falling everywhere, I happened to encounter a shrike.
The place where my relatives live is only a stone's throw away from here, but it is also divided into Chuyue boundary. We can't travel freely but can only look at each other, fish and wild geese communicate with each other. I looked through the autumn water but heard nothing. At the fifth watch, not only do sweet dreams fail, but people are awakened from their dreams by the shrill sound of the trumpet. How can this not break the hearts of the guests?
2. What are the poems that describe the scenery of hometown
1. "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The Old Friend Chicken millet, invite me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, chrysanthemums will come.
Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city. Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
2. "Quequatrains"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Translation: Two orioles sang gracefully among the green willow trees, and a neat group of egrets soared into the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, I can see the snow that never melts all year round on the west ridge, and the ships from Soochow, thousands of miles away, are moored in front of the door.
3. "Visiting Shanxi Village"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
Translation: Don’t laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In years of good harvest, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich. The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.
The day of playing the flute and playing the drum in Chunshe is approaching, but the villagers still retain the ancient custom of simple clothes. In the future, if I can still take advantage of the beautiful moonlight to go out for a leisurely stroll, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.
4. "Rain in the Mountain Village"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
There are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the bridge on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted.
The woman and the aunt called each other to bathe the silkworms and look at the gardenias in the courtyard.
Translation: A cock crows in the rain, and there are only one or two houses in the mountain village. There is a plank bridge diagonally across the Zhuxi River on the village road. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law called each other to select silkworm seeds together. Only the gardenia bloomed and swayed alone in the courtyard.
5. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons Part 2"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plum trees turned golden and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises. No one passes by; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
3. Poems describing the scenery of hometown
1. "Mooring at Night on Maple Bridge"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
Moonset The sky is filled with crows and frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Translation:
The moon has set, the crows are crows and the sky is filled with cold air. I sleep sadly in front of the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of ringing bells in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned for their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Translation:
When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after a long journey, the wanderer misses his hometown. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the plank bridge is covered with early spring frost.
Withered oak leaves covered the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloomed brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
3. "Journey to the South of the Yangtze River"
Tang Dynasty: Ancestor Ode
The Chu Mountains are endless, but the way back is bleak. The sea is clear and you can watch the rain, and the sound of the river is heard by the tide at night.
The sword stays close to you in the south, and the book is sent to the north wind far away. In order to report the oranges in the empty pool, I sent them to Luoqiao without a matchmaker.
Translation:
The mountains in Chudi stretch endlessly, and the road back to the hometown is so rugged and desolate. When you see the sunrise over the East China Sea and the colorful clouds, you know it's going to rain; when you hear the roar of the river, you know the night tide is coming.
My book sword is floating in the air, and I am detained close to the South Dou. My hometown is far away, and it is difficult to collect letters from home. The wild geese blown by the north wind in my home blow to the south and cannot return to the north. The oranges in Wu Tan are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.
4. "Duanju"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It has been a long time since I returned to my dream from a distant book, but there is only an empty bed against Su Qiu.
There are moss and mangroves under the steps, falling in the rain and melancholy in the moonlight.
Translation:
I haven’t received letters from my beloved wife from afar for a long time. I can’t get any news from my family. I can only return to my hometown in my sleep to relieve my homesickness. But after waking up in the middle of the night, I suddenly realized that it had been a long time since we parted. Looking around, I saw only empty beds facing the lonely and cold autumn night, and I couldn't help but feel desolate.
Living alone in a foreign land, few people come and go on weekdays. The front steps are covered with moss. The greenery and autumn red leaves become dim and blurred under the misty rain and hazy night moon. The sadness of the rainy night. How can the coldness and desolation of the moonlight compare with the grinding pain of homesickness?
5. "Early Autumn in Taiyuan"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
At the end of the year, everyone is taking a break, and there is a big fire. The frost comes out of the fortress early, and the clouds cross the river in autumn.
The dream surrounds the border city and the moon, and the heart flies to the tower of the motherland. Thinking of returning home is like Fenshui, there is no day without leisure.
Translation:
The autumn colors are getting richer, the flowers are sleeping, and the autumn dryness is like fire. The autumn frost came here early from the north, and the northern clouds also brought the autumn colors across the Fenhe River. Autumn dreams every night are entwined with the moon over Taiyuan in the border area, but my heart follows the moonlight back to the Qilou in my hometown, next to her.
The heart that misses my hometown is like the endless water of the Fen River, flowing leisurely to my hometown all the time.
4. Ancient poems describing the scenery of hometown
1. Evening Scenery on the Spring River Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling There are many beautiful hairs in the river and forest, and the clouds and the sun are different.
At this time of the journey, the heart of spring becomes more and more vague. When you are happy, you are only satisfied with yourself, and the good things cannot be passed on.
Under the Jin Pavilion at dusk, the remaining flowers fill the passenger ship. Translation: The trees along the river are lush and the flowers are in bloom; the clouds in the sky and the setting sun reflect each other, making the scene beautiful.
Encountering this wonderful scene during the expedition, I was suddenly surprised. Self-consciously, spring thoughts are vague, and the enjoyment is contented. The beauty of it cannot be described in words.
As the sun sets over the Western Mountains, the entire river surface is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the water surface glows with golden light. The falling petals accompanied by the sunset are scattered on the passenger boat at the ferry. Such a beautiful and charming scene is amazing.
2. Flower Island Tang Dynasty: Han Yu The bees and butterflies are leaving one after another, and the fragrant wind can be smelled across the shore. If you want to know where the flower island is, look for red clouds on the water.
Translation: Swarms of bees and butterflies all flew in the same direction. Following the direction of the bees and butterflies, they mobilized their sense of smell and suddenly felt the fragrant aroma coming across the wide river. Want to know where the small island in the river full of flowers is? Across the wide river, only a faint red cloud can be seen in the distance.
3. Journey to the South of the Yangtze River Tang Dynasty: Ancestor Yong The mountains of Chu are unreachable, but the way back is bleak. The sea is clear and you can watch the rain, and the sound of the river is heard by the tide at night.
The sword stays close to you in the south, and the book is sent to the north wind far away. In order to report the oranges in the empty pool, I sent them to Luoqiao without a matchmaker.
Translation The mountains of Chudi stretch endlessly, and the road back to my hometown is so rugged and desolate. When you see the sunrise over the East China Sea and the colorful clouds, you know it's going to rain; when you hear the roar of the river, you know the night tide is coming.
My book sword is floating in the air, and I am detained close to the South Dou. My hometown is far away, and it is difficult to collect letters from home. The wild geese blown by the north wind in my home blow to the south and cannot return to the north. The oranges in Wu Tan are ripe and I want to send some home, but unfortunately no one has brought them to Luoyang.
4. Immediate event Tang Dynasty: Du Fu In late spring in March, the Wu Gorge is long, and the bright clouds are floating and the sun is shining. The sound of thunder suddenly sends rain down from thousands of peaks, and the scent of flowers is as thick as the fragrance of a hundred flowers.
The oriole turns back after crossing the water, while the swallow does not care if the mud is wet in its mouth. In the flying pavilion rolling curtain picture, nothing but Xiaoxiang is missing.
Translation The late spring in March in Wuxia seems to be longer than in other places. The white clouds in the sky are flying with the wind and reflecting the sunlight, which is very bright. Suddenly there was thunder, and soon it began to rain heavily. Between heaven and earth, the mountains and peaks were shrouded in the vast rain. The heavy rain gathered and dispersed suddenly, and the fresh air was immediately filled with the fragrance of various flowers.
When encountering a thunderstorm, the delicate oriole turns over in fear and rests uncertainly; but the swallow is different, it works in the rain and flies in the wind. When I open the roller blinds in front of my window, I see a beautiful picture in front of me. The scenery in the gorge is magnificent, with high mountains and dangerous rivers, thunder and rain, and thousands of peaks, but it still lacks the vastness of Xiaoxiang Dongting.
5. Die Lian Hua·Spring is in decline and the grass is resting. Song Dynasty: Su Shi. Spring is in decline and the grass is resting. The scenery in the guest house is the Qingming Festival again.
In the small courtyard, people remember farewell at dusk. Falling red and hearing cries everywhere.
The mountains and rivers so close to each other are divided into Chu and Yue. The eyes are broken and the soul is lost, and the sound should be completely gone.
The dream breaks and the heart breaks. The trumpet blows down the plum blossom moon.
Originally, spring is the season when flowers are in full bloom and wild grasses are fragrant. There are scenes everywhere that are pleasing to the eye and full of joy. But the good times don't last long, and this beautiful scenery has long passed.
After being in a foreign land for a long time, it’s Tomb Sweeping Day again. Sitting in the courtyard at dusk, missing my loved ones.
However, when the flowers were falling everywhere, I happened to encounter a shrike. The place where my relatives live is only a stone's throw away from here, but it is also separated by the border between Chu and Yue. We cannot travel freely but can only look at each other with suspended eyes, like fish and wild geese communicating with each other.
Looking through the autumn water but hearing nothing. At the fifth watch, not only do sweet dreams fail, but people are awakened from their dreams by the shrill sound of the trumpet.
How can this not break the hearts of the guests? .
5. What are the poems about describing the scenery of hometown?
"Passing the Old Friend's Village" - Meng Haoran's old friend brought chicken millet and invited me to Tian's house. Green trees are next to the village, Qingshan Guo Outside, we opened the banquet garden, drank wine and talked about mulberry and hemp. On the Double Ninth Festival, we even came to serve chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "Quetrains" Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and the swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. "Quetrains" by Du Fu "Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. The window contains Qianqiu snow in the Xiling Mountains, and the boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu is moored at the door. [Song Dynasty] Lu You Moxiao Farmer's wax wine is muddy, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins to visit. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers. , another village with dark willows and bright flowers. "Rain Passing the Mountain Village" - Wang Jian There are one or two chickens crow in the rain, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted. The women and aunts call each other to bathe in silkworms, and leisurely look at the gardenias in the atrium. "Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei "Xiu Cai Di" - Wang Wei The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows. I lean on my stick outside the firewood gate, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. I get drunk again and sing wildly in front of the five willows. "Qing Ping Le." "Village Residence" - Xin Qiji's thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. When I'm drunk, Wu's voice is charming, and who's old lady has white hair? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. He likes the younger child the most, the scoundrel. Lying and peeling lotus pods at the head of the stream. "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" - Li Bai walked down from Bishan Mountain at dusk, and the mountain moon followed him back. But he looked at the way he came, and the green and green were faint. He walked to Tian's house, and his childishness bloomed. Jing Fei. Green bamboo enters the secluded path, and green radish blows on the walking clothes. Happy chatting can be rested, and wine is swayed. Long songs are chanted in the pines and wind, and the songs are all over the river. The stars are sparse. I am drunk, you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget everything. Machine. "Four Seasons of Pastoral Excitement" - Fan Chengda's new construction field has a flat mud mirror, and every family is plowing rice while the frost is clear. There is light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the sound of flails is heard all night long. "April in the Countryside" - Weng Juan The mountains are green and the rivers are full of white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and the sericulture is being harvested and the fields are being planted. "Xinliang" - Xuji is full of water, the fields are full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees at dawn and the smoke is low. Orioles also love it The new coolness is good, flying over the green mountains and crying in the shadows. "Five Wonders of the Mountain Village" - Su Shi's bamboo fence and thatched house while the stream is sloping, spring comes in the mountain village, flowers are everywhere. There are no elephants, there are still elephants, the solitary smoke is everywhere, and the sound of chickens and dogs is misty and rainy. , where there is life, there is no rest. But there is no one to teach the yellow calf, and there is no need to work for the cuckoo. The old man is seventy and has a sickle on his waist. He is ashamed of the sweet bamboo shoots and ferns in the spring mountain. How can he forget the taste after hearing the rhyme? In the recent three months, there is no salt in food. .The rice wrapped in quinoa is gone in a hurry, and the money is gone in the blink of an eye. I won the children's voice, and I stayed in the city for a year and a half. I am ashamed of myself when I steal my salary and forget to return it. You will be sad at the end of the year. There is no need to wait for the flying kite to fall. Ma Shaoyou in his life. "Merry Son" - Sun Guangxian's thatched cottage and the stream of hibiscus fence. Chickens and dogs come from south to north. The wild rice leaves are long, the water is blooming, and the spring waves are green outside the door. Listen to the weaving, the sound is rushing, and the shuttles are croaking and singing. House. "Partridge Sky" - Su Shi. Broken mountains in the forest, bright bamboos hiding behind the wall, cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond. Birds can be seen from time to time when turning over the empty fields, and the water is filled with red and sweet flowers. Outside the village house, next to the ancient city, staffs and quinoas are walking slowly. The sun turns to the setting sun. It rained at midnight last night, and we have another day of coolness. "Village Scene" - Chen Yuyi blows the horn at dusk and hears ghosts calling. At dawn, he holds a pole and watches the geese. There are few mulberry leaves when silkworms go upstairs, and the water is ringing for rice. Miao Duo. "The small boat with the white bamboo canopy that the guardian took was occasionally borrowed to a nearby village for a play" - Lu You's thatch eaves are wet with drizzle and smoke, the river road is as cold as snow. I don't love my husband's golden horse, but I envy his white canopy boat with a long pavilion. . "Two Poems from Baitu Village Entering Bei Temple" - Wang Anshi left Muzhetian's house, the city was far away from the countryside. The canals were lined with jasper, and the fields were covered with yellow clouds. The thin hibiscus smoke was dyed with fat, and the deep lotus water was burned by musk deer. No one could see the setting sun. , chickens and swans swarm by themselves. "The Village House" - Lu You peels and pecks and knocks the cottage, and bows his head to the owner. New walls are demolished, fish scales are broken off from sparse tiles. Red grains of millet are cooked, and green smoke fills the stream. Get a bed. I am deep in sleep, but the cold dog is barking hard. "The Cottage" - Xu Hunyan's wild geese go down to the autumn pond, and the Tian family has been busy since then. Moving vegetables to the far water, harvesting fruits to wait for the heavy frost. The wild rice porridge is smooth, and the mountain kitchen is baking tea to make it fragrant. . When guests come, they still have wine, so they stay in the thatched cottage. "Xiao Thoughts in a Mountain Village" - Yu Xun opened the door to save grain and millet, and lived next to Weng Shuitou. Today is the south stream, and last night it rained in Xichuan. The shepherd boy wears a short straw hat and plays a cigarette at the waist. Zhu. Ignoring the people by the waterside, I rode an ox to the mountains. A leisurely stay in Wangchuan was given to Pei Xiucai. Dihan Mountain turned green and the autumn water gurgled. I leaned on my stick outside the firewood gate and listened to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun was setting on the ferry, and there was a solitary smoke in the ruins. Summer It's time to get drunk and sing wildly in front of the five willows. I sit alone in the bamboo pavilion in the secluded bamboo house, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to shine. The mountains are dark in autumn. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, Qingquanshi upper stream
. The bamboos rustle and return to Huannu, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. Return to Songshan Mountain to make a clear river belt, and the carriages and horses go leisurely. The water flows as intended, and the birds return to each other at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the sunset Manqiu Mountain. Traveled all the way to Song Gao and descended, returned and retreated. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to Tiandu, connecting mountains and sea corners. The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and clears are different. I want to surrender. I stayed in a place and asked the woodcutter across the water. I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age in Zhongnan, and later I came home to the southern border of the mountains. I travel alone, and I know success in vain. When I walk to a poor place by the water, I sit down and watch the clouds rise. By chance. When I was in the woods, I talked and laughed without a chance to return. Talking about the green stream entering Huanghuachuan, I chased the green stream water every time. The mountains will turn thousands of times, and the interesting journey is endless. The noise is among the rocks, but the color is quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts. , clear and clear, reflecting the reed. My heart is already idle, and the clear river is so blue. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. The field house in Weichuan shines obliquely on the village, and the cows and sheep return in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy, leaning on his stick to wait for the thorns. . Pheasants [Juju] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaves. The field husbands are standing on the hoe, and they talk to each other. It is such a leisurely time, and the sighs of sadness are fading. In the new clear field (one night), I look at the new clear field. The vastness of the field is endless. My eyes are endless. The atmosphere is dirty. Guomen is near the ferry. Village trees are connected to the mouth of the creek. White water is outside the open fields. After the green peaks come out of the mountain. There is no idle person in the farming month. Family affairs are all over the southern acres. Huanghuachuan's dangerous path turns tens of thousands, and there will be three rests in a few miles. Turn around and see your disciples Couple, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows among the rocks. I speak quietly in the deep stream, and howl high on the mountain top. Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering. The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as dense as floating. Once It is disgusting to be obscure, and it is so open that people are worried. Cui Puyang brother Ji Zhongqian has a beautiful autumn scenery in the mountains, and Kuang Junchi is leisurely. Walking leisurely under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles of black color, several peaks emerging from the clouds. Craggy. To the Qin State, He Ta Zang Jing Pass. The remaining rain slants and the sun shines, and the birds return at dusk. The old friend is still here, sighing at this decadent appearance. No one is seen in the empty mountain of Luchai King, but he hears the sound of people's voices. The shadows return into the deep forest, The light shines again on the moss. At the spring dawn, Meng Haoran sleeps in the spring without waking up. He hears the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. The birds sing in the stream, Wang Weiren is idle, the osmanthus falls, the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky. The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. . In the Zhuli Pavilion, Wang Wei sat alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. No one in the deep forest knew that the bright moon came to shine. Meng Haoran moved his boat to Yanzhu in Jiangde, Suzhou. At dusk, the guests were worried about the new things. The wild sky was low and the trees were low, and the clear moon was near the river. Man. In the mountains, white rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the weather is cold and red leaves are sparse. There is no rain on the mountain road, and people's clothes are wet with green sky. Living in the mountains in autumn. After the new rain in Wangwei Kong Mountain, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks. Bamboo Huannu returned to Huan Nuan, and the lotus moved off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rested at will, Wang Sun.
6. Sentences describing the scenery of hometown
East Lake Park, East Lake Square, Wuyi Overseas Chinese Plaza, Academician Road, Changdi Style Street, Busan Park, Yuhu Park, Sports Park, Celebrity Square, Gangzhou Square, etc., the city's functions have been further improved, and the city's appearance is changing with each passing day.
When arriving in Jiangmen, the most important thing to see are the watchtowers scattered throughout the countryside and among the bamboo forests. In the open green rice fields, the winding river flows slowly, and there are watchtowers of different styles in the dense and tall bamboo forest. Each watchtower has a touching story... Looking for the watchtowers is like opening a whole book. Picture scrolls of overseas Chinese hometowns reveal scenes of historical events.
In addition to watchtowers, Jiangmen is full of landscape gardens. The latest eight scenic spots in the hometown of overseas Chinese in Jiangmen are: "East Lake Beauty" in Jiangmen East Lake Park, "Bird Paradise" in Xinhui Tianma Village, "Guifeng Pinnacle" in Xinhui Guifeng Mountain Scenic Area, Taishan Shangchuan Island Seaside Tourist Area The "Kawashima Style" in Kaiping, the "Spring Dawn in the Garden" in Tangkou Town, Kaiping, the "Wonderful Watchtowers" in Kaiping, the "Hot Spring Wonderland" in Enping, the "Shadows of Wild Geese" in the Dayan Mountain Scenic Area in Heshan, etc.
7. Sentences describing the scenery of my hometown
There is a medium-sized pond in front of my house. The pond is covered with lotus flowers and there is a clump of green bamboo on the edge.
In spring, lotus leaves poke their heads out of the mud. As soon as their pointed heads stick out of the water, dragonflies stop on them. The small cluster of bamboo shoots broke through the obstacles of the soil and grew desperately toward the heads of the parents, bathed in the warm sunshine.
Summer is here, the pond is already green, lotus flowers are blooming, and the white flowers attract passers-by to stop. The small bamboo shoots have grown into tall bamboos, swaying gently in the wind.
The autumn colors are getting darker, the lotus pond is already in ruins, and the pride of the past has withered with the autumn wind. The bamboo is still standing tall with its thicker body, swaying in the chilly sunshine.
Winter brings beautiful white snow, and the frozen pond becomes a place for children to skate and play. The bamboo has stopped its dance and is quietly waiting for the coming spring in the cold wind.
8. What are the poems about the beautiful scenery of my hometown?
1. The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes sad. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow.
2. People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world. I already hate that the green mountains are blocking each other, and the green mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.
3. The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say while walking, except that he would return home as soon as possible.
4. The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere. If you were to transform yourself into a thousand-billion-strong body, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
5. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
6. Cross the distance outside Jingmen to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
7. Spring grass grows at the top of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear at the foot of Baiyan Mountain. People from the south come up to sing a song, but people from the north don't come up to express their nostalgia.
8. After death, you will know that everything is in vain, but the sadness will not be the same as in all nine states. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
9. Yesterday the grass was withered but today it is green, bringing back the feeling of hometown. At night, I had a dream about returning home. It was already dawn before I reached Tonglu.
10. The music outside the mountains is unique, and spring comes after winter. I feel even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone.