There is no scenery on earth. The most important thing to remember is the fact that you can't get rid of a lot of people who don't know what they're talking about, and you can't get rid of them who don't know what they're talking about. Harmonious and wonderful nature is an indispensable landscape on earth. There is no scenery on earth.
Read, heavy cultural history, "the desert, the Yangtze River," the majestic and magnificent is a landscape;
"When is the bright moon, the wine ask the sky" is a landscape of sadness and despair;
"The long wind will break the waves is a landscape;"
"The long wind will break the waves is a landscape.
"The long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds sails to the sea" is a landscape of self-confidence;
"Ask the king can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water to the east," the sadness of the gut as water is a landscape. Thick and deep culture is an indispensable landscape on earth. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
Look, the crystallization of human wisdom, the majestic and spectacular Great Wall that stretches for thousands of miles is a landscape; the miraculous and bizarre civilization miracle of the pyramids is a landscape; the infinite and vast world of broadband is a landscape, the Venus crippled arm is a landscape; flying to the outer planets of the magnificent blueprints is a landscape; the integration of Western architecture Lianfang Building is a landscape.
2. Poems about the viewA **** two articles, the first one is perhaps a bit long, you can take the useful part of it . The view from the street I am a woman who likes to walk up and down the street in the early morning, enjoying the silence and tranquility of the city as it wakes up.
Early in the morning, birds chirp and sing in the treetops, and dewdrops glisten in the low bushes. Vehicles on the road are sparse and morning walkers are clad in the glory of the rising sun.
All this is so fresh and fragrant, showing vitality and vigor. I like to look at the street scenery, or myself is also one of the morning scenery, but I always do not feel, the eyes are all the people of the scene.
(a) the corner of the old man pulling the erhu a factory dormitory compound of small door out of the dormitory building more than 1 meter, the door of the wall and the street next to the building between, there is a small horn. In the small nook, stop a neat little tricycle, tricycle on the set of some repair bicycle household goods: cylinders, tires, small toolkit and so on; tricycle before the small wooden bench sat on a neatly dressed old man, every morning when there is no business, he is always in the babbling and pulling an erhu.
Once obsessed with the guitar's low and melodious, also like the saxophone's melodious and majestic. The old man in the early morning corner of the erhu piano, and the felicitous flow in my ears is the wisp of the age of the vicissitudes.
The music-loving old man is using the sound of the piano to remember the past as the water fades away? The old man often pull the tune is blind Bing's "two springs reflecting the moon". Bing's friend Lu Hui once described the scene when Bing played The Two Fountains Reflect the Moon: "The snow drifted down like goose feathers, and the park across the street was piled up with broken rocks and jades.
Bleak and mournful erhu sound, from the street came ...... only to see a pudgy old woman with a small bamboo pole holding a blind man in the park road from east to west, in the dismal light, I vaguely recognized is the Ah Bing couple. Ah Bing with his right hand holding a small bamboo pole, carrying a lute on his back, the erhu hanging on his left shoulder, babbling and whimpering and pulling, in the pattering madness of the flying snow, emitting a mournful curling sound ...... " He Luding once said: "The elegant name of Two Springs Reflecting the Moon is in fact contradicts his music.
Instead of the music depicting the scenery of the two springs reflecting the moon, it is more profoundly lyrical about the painful life of the blind Bing himself." Why does this old man also play such sad tunes? How does the old man's heart bear this weight day after day? Does he have the same deep pain in his life as the blind Bing? The neat clothes are the old style of the card Zhongshan suit, hair, although gray, but the face of the healthy luster.
I think, hopefully, the old man is not due to the poor family only to the street stalls repair bicycles, right? What kind of once upon a time, in this gloomy morning sunshine, mournful chanting! In a depressed morning, I can not help but stop, hot tears, the skin of my face in the early morning cold wind, but also feel a shiver in the slow crawl. The old man looked up at me, passing by him every morning, I should also be what he is used to seeing, right? He put one foot down, the erhu sound heavy up through the door, and then pull out is extremely beautiful melody - Jiangnan famous song "Jasmine": "Good a jasmine, good a jasmine.
Fragrant and beautiful branches, and fragrant and white people boast ......" It turns out that the "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" can also be used for self-entertainment? I cried and laughed, and fled in the sound of the piano. "I have the heart to pick a wear, and afraid of the next year does not sprout ......" the sound of the erhu, still chasing behind me for a long time.
(B) in the pavilion playing the flute beggar Weather day by day hot, street side leisure plaza pavilion, I do not know from which day, more than a pimply-faced beggar. Dirty long hair, dirty coat, dirty bare shoulders, dirty shorts, all the characteristics of beggars he has.
The difference is that he can play the flute, a clean bamboo flute, in the early morning is always placed in his dirty mouth, breaking through the mist, far away from blowing. Outside the pavilion, three or two wearing white with red morning exercise of the elderly, sword dance, gymnastics, portable tape recorder playing a fast-paced songs.
The beggar closed his eyes and blew the flute, and the blowing of the repertoire is clearly the lingering "Liang Zhu". Rainbow miles of hundreds of flowers / flowers between the colorful butterflies into pairs / thousands of years of generations can not be separated / Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai ...... This middle-aged beggar, why do you want to blow every day this bleak to the extreme tune? Because of his presence, I walked away from the gazebo, but "Liang Zhu" is my extremely favorite tune, and he blew a very subtle, full of sad emotions.
The old man's easy music always cover his bamboo flute sound, lingering "Liang Zhu" flute sound like a little rolling dewdrops, fine and cool from my ears into, clear and cold in the bottom of my heart, the bleak and tragic filling my thoughts. O this tortured music, this inexplicable beggar! A windy morning made me have a close contact with that beggar.
A butterfly, lying on the road I was traveling, held my hurried feet. A big old butterfly, once colorful now like yellow leaves withered.
Years old butterfly Oh, the wind blew it down on the land, can no longer fly up, futilely flapping the powerless wings. The cloudy sky, the late spring morning so gloomy, pedestrians and morning walkers are few, they are also too far away from here, no one can help me, only the beggar is closer to me.
I know I should pick up the old butterfly and put it on the grass or a branch to avoid its fate of being trampled on, but I'm a little woman who doesn't dare to catch any kununyuns or small animals with her hands, so who will come to my rescue? Only this beggar who is still blowing "Liang Zhu" with his eyes closed. "Hey, you, you, please come here.
Do me a favor, will you?" I shouted loudly. Finally, he realized that I was calling him, put down the bamboo flute, got up sluggishly, and hesitantly walked towards me.
Just then, from the building down the street, a fat old woman came out in a gust of wind. She overtook me with a quick step, and her feet, which were wearing leather shoes, stepped on the old butterfly's body without any qualms, and even swirled heavily with the soles of her shoes on purpose.
"Ah!" A cry of misery erupted from the bottom of my heart. "I thought it was a rhubarb leaf."
The fat woman looked into my flaming eyes and stopped to explain. If you know is stepping on something, why do you step down so heavy? Is it possible that fallen leaves can be trampled at will? I can not bear to look at the old butterfly debris.
Standing dumbly on the side of the beggar, eyes gradually pan.
3. Ancient poems about scenery (ten)Watching the mowing of the wheat Appreciation of the field home less idle month, May people twice as busy.
The wind is blowing from the south at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The first time I saw it, it was a very good time to see it.
They are all going to the fields, and they are all in the south of the city. The first thing they did was to get out of the heat of the summer, and the second thing they did was to get out of the heat of the sky.
They are not aware of the heat, but they are sorry that the summer days are so long. The first is a poor woman, holding her son by her side.
In her right hand, she was holding a left-handed spike, and in her left arm, she was hanging a basket. The woman's right hand was on the left arm, and her left arm was on a basket.
The poor woman's right hand was on the ear of the child, and her left arm was on the basket of the child's misery. What merit do I have now? I have never worked in agriculture.
The officials' pay is 300 stone, and there is a surplus of food at the end of the year. I am sorry that I have to do this, but I can't forget it.
Bai Juyi (772-846 AD), the word Lotte, his ancestral home in Taiyuan (now Taiyuan South, Shanxi Province), and then moved down (now Weinan North, Shaanxi Province), all through the seven dynasties of Emperor Daizong, Emperor Dezong, Emperor Xian, Emperor Muizong, Emperor Jingzong, Emperor Wenzong, Emperor Wuzong. He served as Zhouzhi Lieutenant, left pickup, left Zanshan Daifu, Jiangzhou Sima, Hangzhou assassin, Suzhou assassin, Prince Shaofu and other officials.
Bai Juyi early enthusiasm, sharp, is a sympathetic to the people, dare to reflect the plight of the people, dare to expose the dark side of the official aristocracy of the officials and poets. Later, the sharpness disappeared, and the edges were smoothed out, and he devoted himself to Buddhism, and he lived in contentment and happiness, and he lived by himself.
Bai Juyi's poetry is known for its simplicity and simplicity, and there are more than 3,000 of his works, which he divided into four categories: satirical poems, poems of idleness, poems of sentimentality, and miscellaneous poems, and which were edited by Yuan Zhen into the Bai's Changqing Collection. Guanmari Mai" is a poem written by Bai Juyi when he was the lieutenant of Zhouzhi County, who felt the hard labor and poverty of the local people, and blamed the heavy rent and tax for causing the poverty of the people. For their own no merit and no virtue and do not labor but can be well fed and clothed and y guilty, showing a conscientious feudal official of the humanitarian spirit.
This poem was written in the second year of Emperor Xianzong Yuanhe of the Tang Dynasty (807), when the poet was thirty-six years old. Zhouzhi County is west of present-day Xi'an City, Shaanxi Province.
The county lieutenant was in charge of arresting thieves and collecting taxes in the county. Precisely because Bai Juyi was in charge of this matter; he also knew best about the disasters suffered by the working people in this regard: the harvest.
The poem is divided into four layers, the first layer of four lines, explaining the time and its environmental atmosphere."
The first four lines of the poem explain the time and the atmosphere of the setting: "There are few idle months in the farmhouse, but in May the people are doubly busy.
These two sentences lead the whole article, and the beginning of the author's sympathy for the working people; "night to the south wind, wheat covered with yellow", a harvest scene, the big picture is a joy to people. But who can think of the farmers in this harvest scene of sadness? The second eight lines, through a specific family to show this "people twice busy" wheat harvest scene.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are carrying rice baskets, and the young grandson is carrying a kettle, and they are going to bring food to the men working in the fields. The men go down to the fields at dawn; the women get up and do their chores before cooking; the little grandchildren follow their grandmothers and mothers to the fields when they deliver the food.
They are meant to work together with the men after the meal. Do you see this family busy?" The feet steam the summer earth and the back burns the light of the hot sky.
I don't know how hot it is when I'm exhausted, but I'm sorry that the summer days are so long." These four lines describe the labor of harvesting wheat.
They face the earth, back to the blue sky, below as a cage steam, above as a fire, but they used all their strength to swing the sickle all the way forward to cut, seems to completely forget the heat, because this is the "tiger's mouth to seize grain", time must be grasped! Women's aunt: daughter-in-law, mother-in-law, in ancient times, the daughter-in-law called mother-in-law called aunt, called father-in-law called uncle.
Kettle pulp: water in a jug, here the kettle. Tian: to give food to those who work in the field.
Dingzhuang: adult male laborers. Roasted.
Shui: cherish. Can't afford to waste. The weather is so hot and the day is so long, but people are trying their best to work hard for fear of wasting a little bit of time, which shows how much they cherish the wheat that is coming to them.
The word "cherish" is used very well here to highlight the intensity of people's feelings here and now in a way that defies common sense. Bai Juyi's "charcoal seller" has "poor body clothes are single, worry about the charcoal cheap wish cold" language, "wish" word usage and here "cherish" word usage is the same.
The third layer of the eight lines, the camera turned to a poor woman, she was taxed to make a bankruptcy, and now can only pick up ears of wheat to make a living, which is more than the aforementioned family busy with the wheat collectors a lower level of people. You see her image: left hand holding a child, arm hanging a broken bamboo basket, the right hand there to pick up people's ears of wheat.
How tiring it is, and how little the harvest is! But what can be done? Now is the time of harvest, there are wheat ears to pick up, other times, only to go to the street begging. And their family in the last year, the year before, is also a land can be planted, wheat can be harvested family ah, just later let the donation tax to get desperate, the family property, the land are folded into the change, so that today fell to this point.
By: take.
By the way, the first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one.
Lose: pay. The fourth layer of six lines, write the poet in the face of the harvest under the emergence of such a tragic scene of guilt and shame.
The matter: engaged.
The title of the work is "Viewing the Mowing of Wheat", but what actually appears on the screen, in addition to the mowing of wheat, there is also a gleaner of wheat, and the author's concern is precisely more in favor of the latter. The two of them have different degrees of wealth and bitterness, but their destinies are closely linked.
Today's poor and miserable gleaners are yesterday's busy mowers; and I know that today's busy mowers will not be reduced to poor and miserable gleaners tomorrow? As long as there are heavy taxes, the working people will never get rid of the fate of bankruptcy.
And it is not the general sympathy, is to put themselves into, and feel that the difference between themselves and the working people is too big, they have a guilty conscience. At this time, Bai Juyi's poetry really reflects the thoughts and emotions of the working people, calling out the voice of the working people.
The basic feature of this poem is that it describes real life scenes without any exaggeration.
The basic feature of this poem is that it depicts real life without any exaggeration. He chose two scenes, the busy family and the desolate gleanings, to form a strong contrast.
Although the former is bitter and tiring, they still have hope for the time being, while the latter is a completely broken and unprotected gleaner. The scene, the atmosphere, the image and the psychology shown in the two shots are all very good.
The poem ends with a discourse, which is the ****same path as many of Bai Juyi's satirical poems. This is the same path as many of Bai Juyi's satirical poems. Instead of pointing directly to the root cause of social ills, this poem's argument is characterized by self-guilt.
4. To find 5 ancient poems of sceneryDeer Chai
Empty mountains see no one, but hear the sound of people's voices.
The shadow of the return into the deep forest, and then shine on the moss.
The Hanjiang River is a river that is in the middle of the Han River
It is a river that is connected to the three rivers of China, and the nine rivers of Jingmen are connected to the nine rivers of China.
The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains have no color.
The county is floating in front of the river, and the waves are moving far away from the sky.
Xiangyang is a good day to stay drunk with the mountain men.
The poem was written from a large place, writing about the magnificent mountains and rivers around Xiangyang, with a majestic atmosphere and an open mind, and the phrase "outside the river and the world, the color of the mountains" has become a famous line in the ancient times.
Mountain Dwelling Autumn Close
After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall.
The moon shines between the pines, and the spring flows over the stones.
The bamboo is noisy, and the lotus is moving, and the fishing boat is moving.
The spring is a time to be free, and the king's grandson can stay.
This poem uses delicate strokes to depict the moonlight, spring flow, bamboo noise, lotus movement and other characteristic things, offering readers a fresh and beautiful, beautiful and harmonious picture of the mountains after the autumn rain.
The mountain is close to the South Mountain
Taiyi is close to Tiandu, and the mountain is close to the corner of the sea.
The white clouds look back and close, the green mist into the see nothing.
The peaks in the field are different, and the gullies are different in cloud and sunshine.
The white clouds are the same as the peaks in the middle of the field, and there are many different gullies in the sky.
The purpose of the poem is to marvel at the grandeur of Zhongnan Mountain. Neck line is written close to the scene, the body in the mountains of what I saw, the narrative clouds change, step by step deformation, very rich in pregnancy. The neck couplet further writes about the vastness of the mountain's north and south and the thousands of rocky ravines and gullies in a thousand shapes. The last line is written in order to enter the mountain poor victory, want to sleep in the mountain home.
The temple is not known to me, but it is a few miles away from the clouds.
No one has ever seen the path of the ancient trees, and there are no bells in the mountains.
The spring is swallowing the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the twilight of the day, the empty pools are curved, and the Zen system is poisoned by the dragon.
Xiangji Temple: the former site is in the south of Chang'an County, Shaanxi Province. The system of poisonous dragons: the Buddhist metaphor for evil thoughts and delusions. See the Nirvana Sutra: "But there is a poisonous dragon in my dwelling place, who thinks violently and is afraid of endangering each other." The whole poem does not have a word about the temple, written outside the temple environment, more see the ancient temple of the deep.
A Wild View of Sunny Day
A wild view of sunny day, and a clear sky, and a clear sky, and a clear sky.
The gate of the countryside is near the ferry, and the village trees are at the mouth of the stream.
Beyond the white waters of the fields, behind the green peaks of the mountains.
There are no idle men in the farm months, and their families are devoted to the southern mu.
This poem describes the countryside in early summer, after the rain cleared, the poet looked out over the wilderness to see the scenery
5.famous quotes and lines about the landscape1, leaving a place, the landscape no longer belongs to you; miss a person, that person will no longer have nothing to do with you.
2, you stand on the bridge to see the scenery, the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
3, cool March, the poem of the fireworks rain, play leaves through the forest, wet the flying kites, those invisible dreams, precipitation thicker. Qingming has not yet arrived but stole the scenery at the right time, willow with the wind blowing fine face, apricot blossoms with the rain wet green clothes, the occasional illumination of the sun, is the warmth of the pure tone, like a broken bridge on the edge of a bush of spring wildflowers, bloom out of the humble flowering period, but still simple and beautiful. Will see: this city, open a sea of bright flowers
4, you are my scenery along the way can not shoot
5, long lost west wind, whistling through the ears of youth. The cold stream, in the window cluster feet. Familiar scenery, unfamiliar faces. The leaves are still falling off, but I'm not in the mood to see the scenery. The old, old, forgotten memories; slowly, like coffee, overflowing with tantalizing aroma; filled with the shoreline of youth, scattered with the wind.
6. Familiar places also have scenery poetryFamiliar places also have scenery A distant but loud and clear rooster crows, the sleepy town yawns, rubbing sleepy eyes, gradually waking up.
A busy but peaceful day begins in the town! I put on my backpack and tiptoed downstairs, afraid of waking up the neighbors who were still asleep.
Grandma with a bushel fan gently fan, the smoke ah, "swift" out, in the air around the arc of the soft Man, and then around the old crooked-necked tree on the disk three times, reluctant to go away. "Yo, Nui Nui, so early ah.
Today's test, right, careful, must be good!
Today's exam is coming up, so be careful, you'll do well in the exam." Grandma smiled when she saw me, and her wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum, and laughed so much that even the cuffs of her cuffs, pants, and elbows were all wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke." Grandma's decades-old bushel fan gently swung, the smoke fan away, I will be in the fresh air forward.
Grandma's coal stove and bushel fan is a fresh landscape. From a distance, I could see the iron door opening.
The mottled iron gate was a loyal guard. The years have carved marks on it without mercy, but it is still committed to protect the safety of the residents.
The old man sitting under the crooked-necked tree drinking tea, the familiar alabaster pot is older than me. The green tea leaves are spinning in circles, dancing a soft and light waltz, overflowing with a refreshing aroma.
"Gong Gong today how more and more early, the sky is not yet all bright! ""This is not to open the door to the daughter, the daughter to the midterm examination, Gong Gong to come to an open door! Oh. "The eunuch also laughed, revealing his teeth yellowed by smoke, and even the tea in his mouth almost came out. Gong Gong's iron door and teapot is a cozy landscape.
The sweet smell of the breakfast store filled the whole alley. The breakfast master was busy like a gyroscope, saw me, but stopped: "Little girl, today's midterm is it, master prepared for you the necessary breakfast for the midterm! Cake dumplings! Wish you high school top list Oh!" Master handed over a long time ready breakfast, thick hand plate in the greasy apron wiped, the face will smile open, even that naive smile is also oil can be seen, bright and shiny.
I was about to pull out money, the master called me: "This time count me sent, can be counted for you to make a contribution to the examination! The breakfast master's oil naive smile is a warm landscape.
All the way, all the way to the familiar scenery, I put this glittering human glory of the landscape painted into a tree since the opening of the peach blossom, although there is no dazzling glory, but also has a warm heart of the deep meaning and elegance. I will be familiar with the place, the warmth of the scenery cut into a beautiful picture in the heart, to go to the boundless future is not afraid.
The rooster crowed three times, and the town woke up in the warm toon. The familiar place also has the scenery Gently pushed open the long hidden door of the wood, time in a quiet gesture of free flow through.
I fled from the shackles of the city, and came here - the ancient alley that I traveled through every day. The old alley is quiet and beautiful, mottled wood door, green and pale ground, wet black eaves.
Sink yellow sun's shadow Su Su swept through the white walls of the long sleep, here, time is frozen, thousands of years it will be good precipitation, leaving us to reflect on, feel. I have to gently walk through the ancient alley every day, as if no one has ever carefully appreciated her.
She looked down, lonely expectations. Time passes like running water.
I strolled in the ancient alley, she stubbornly in the city flashy, keep their own elegant.
It's a good thing that I'm not aware of the familiar and unfamiliar beauty of this place, because I've been there before.
I heard the insects, heard the bird cries, did not hear the sound of reading - please do not regret. Because the unintentional sound of the huqin roamed me, and it babbled like Eileen Chang's "Love in a Fallen City" singing ancient legends.
The old wall behind a handful of bright green rose quietly open. Holy and elegantly open in the world, smiling face to face.
So beautiful that thousands of years ago, Li Qingzhao also sighed, "I'm afraid that Lang guessed that the face of the slave is not as good as the face of the flower. "It is open, quietly bring the beauty of youth to this ancient alley.
The familiar atmosphere curls around the surrounding, I was intoxicated. This classical atmosphere from the distant past, when in the city lights and wine, drunkenness in the loss of direction? I do not know, I do not ask, I smiled and watched, thinking, remembering.
The gurgling water passed, I heard many years ago, sighed "such as flowers and beautiful women, like water". But a thought and relieved.
Life, here and nature penetration, communication. "Years like water from a quick glance" like leisure, I was lost in this familiar alley.
The old alley is low-key. She has been left in the years, to stay, the poet Dai Wangshu saw the woman like lilacs, will not be a good memory of the alley? The end is downtown.
But I do not want to leave. I am enamored of the classical atmosphere, a minute, a second, a second shift, a year a hundred years ...... does not matter.
I am amazed at this corner in the corner of the world, thanks to this place, let me suddenly realize the beauty of everywhere. Three or two old man holding a fan in the door gazing, they must also be the companion of the ancient alley.
It is like a light tea, not strong, not strong, not anxious, not impatient, not heavy, not floating. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company, and then you have to pay for it.
It is low to the dust of the face, is the high soul flying bones. Slowly pouring, let the world float, like the dense mist in front of the eyes, lingering, dissipation.
Inadvertently glanced at the wall of the ancient alley climbed full of creepers. Perhaps, the young imagination and the old tension is indistinguishable, creepers open and fall, fall and open, and the old wall is still the same.
Familiar with the old alley ah, you hide the beauty of the contemplation of contempt, "suddenly look back, that person but in the lights of the place." You are so subtle and introverted to show me this amazing feelings.
The beauty of this world is created by the vicissitudes of billions of years, so it is eternal. It brings me the shock of the novelty of this familiar place, and how the word "beauty"! Sage right: the world does not lack beauty, lack of eyes to find beauty.
Today I saw the beauty of the familiar. The huqin is still babbling and ringing .......
7. Choose the ancient poem you are familiar with writing scenery, play a reasonable imagination, expand it into a paragraph of about 150 wordsSpring is coming, Xisai Mountain in the spring breeze, put on a light green new clothes. The blue sky is filled with egrets flying high. The stream below the mountain tinkled and flowed forward. Peach blossoms were blooming along the bank of the stream, and Mandarin fish were swimming in the water. The sunny sky suddenly drifted a drizzle, this is a picture of how vivid and natural spring scene ah, cheerful and smooth, vibrant. In this beautiful spring color, wearing a bucket hat, wearing a straw raincoat, bathed in the wind and rain, quietly sitting by the river fishing, where still want to go home. Poem: Fishing Songs - Zhang Zhihe, in front of Xisai Mountain, egrets flying with their wings, egrets flying in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms in full bloom, spring water is rising, Mandarin fish are fat. Peach blossom water and Mandarin fish are fat. The fisherman puts on a green hat, puts on a green raincoat, green Ruo hat, green raincoat, the slanting wind brushes the face, the spring rain is like silk, it is just right to fish, with no need to go home. Slanting wind and rain do not need to return.
8. four writing the scene of the poem spring, summer, fall and winter each season 2 lines (preferably familiar)Spring Wing Willow He Zhizhang Jasper make up a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk tapestry. I don't know who cuts the fine leaves? The February spring breeze is like scissors. Du Fu The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late sun, and the flowers and grasses are fragrant in the spring breeze. The mud is melting and the swallows are flying, the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks are sleeping. I am looking for flowers by the riverside Dufu The river flows eastward in front of the Huangshi Pagoda, and the spring light is lazy and sleepy, leaning on the breeze. Peach blossoms bloom in clusters without a master, and the lovely deep red loves the light red. Fishing Songs Zhang Zhihe The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, the peach blossoms and the Mandarin fish are fat. Green Ruo hat, Green Demoiselle raincoat, the wind and rain do not have to return . Memories of Jiangnan Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar. The sunrise river flowers are red like fire, the spring river water is as green as blue. How can I not remember Jiangnan? Summer What I saw Yuan Mei A shepherd boy rode a yellow cow and sang in the shade of the forest. I wanted to catch cicadas, but suddenly I shut my mouth. Seeing off Lin Zifang at the Temple of Pure Ci in the morning Yang Wanli After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June, and the scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red. Drunken Script at Wanghu Lou on June 27th Su Shi Black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, white rain jumped into the boat. The wind is blowing away, and the water under the lake is like the sky. Miscellanea in the Field in Four Seasons Song Fan Chengda The plums are golden and apricots are fat, the wheat blossoms are snowy and the vegetable blossoms are scarce. No one passes by in the long day, only dragonflies and nymphs fly. Autumn: Night Poaching on Maple Bridge Zhang Ji The moon is falling and the crows are crowing and the sky is full of frost, the maple and the fishing fires of the river are sleeping in sadness. The sound of bells arrives at the passenger boat at midnight. The Mountain Walk Du Mu The rocky path leads far up the cold mountain, where the white clouds grow there are homes. The leaves are redder than the flowers in February. In the winter, when Dong Da (董大) and Gao Shi (高适) are in the same place, there are thousands of yellow clouds and twilight, and the wind is blowing snow on the geese. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, but I didn't want to see you. The first time I saw a boat with a straw raincoat, I was fishing alone in the snowy cold river.