First, the Yangtze River, there are some willow trees, willow branches tender tender, above full of tender yellow willow leaves, willow branches hanging down to the water, as if it is like a Pavilion Yuli girl is combing their hair. At this time, the river reflects the willow's graceful figure, reflecting the red sun, the river surface colorful, beautiful.
Second, under the midday sun, the Yangtze River is like a golden-scaled python, tumbling. Whistling, rushing to flow.
Third, see, that the river upstream and downstream of the end of a thin veil shrouded, your eyes and then move forward, see the white mist plus the purity of the sky, can not see the smoky river, can not see the rolling green hills, can not see the towering buildings. As if it is a mysterious and unpredictable entrance to the maze, waiting for people to explore and discover; as if it is a mirage, feel close at hand but out of reach; more as if it is the road of adventure, full of surprise, excitement and fun ......
Fourth, the Yangtze River, she is so rich, so generous; so deep, far-reaching, and so young. Vibrant, and so young! I feel that the Yangtze River in front of my home, her history and the significance of our nation. She has her own long and majestic atmosphere and her scenery, for us to construct an eternal beauty of the river, inspired generations of Chinese children's passion and inspiration, won the world's heartfelt praise and exclamation and deserved.
Fifth, the Qingshui River, painting in general: embankment, the grass is dense, in the sunshine fight green; bank, a willow tree rows, soft branches hanging in the mirror like the river; the water, the small fish into groups, some swimming, some jumping, and some stick to the bottom of the river, and did not move; on the surface of the river, the swallows flying, chirping, but also from time to time with the wings beating the water surface.
Six, only to see the front two cliffs, the middle of a narrow river, the boat has entered the Qutang Gorge. River with the wall turn, in front of the sky reveals a piece of golden sunshine, like across a golden belt, the rest of the places are still a sea of clouds. The mouth of Qutang Gorge is the most dangerous place of the Three Gorges. Du Fu's "Song of Kui Zhou" says: "Baidi is the town of the three gorges, and Qutang is more dangerous than Baijuan Pass." The ancient song says: "Rippling place name of Sichuan is as big as horse, Qutang can not go down; Rippling place name of Sichuan is as big as monkey, Qutang can not swim; Rippling place name of Sichuan is as big as tortoise, Qutang can not go back; Rippling place name of Sichuan is as big as elephant, Qutang can not go up."
Seven, the Yangtze River, how spectacular. Like a golden-scaled python, tumbling, whistling, running away. The river a ship sailed past, leaving a tumbling wave. The water of the Yangtze River can be really fast ah, sharp rapids tumbling, waves beat the shore, you can even see the white bubbles, rolled with dead leaves to the downward spiral, the Yangtze River water is really muddy ah, muddy can be seen in the floating sediment, from afar, as if it is a yellow ribbon, flowing in the Chinese land.
Eight, the Yangtze River will also sing, listen to the bold song, you will feel very interesting. That song sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, but also from time to time mixed with the waves, beat on the shore, issued a "pop" beat sound, the song how beautiful.
Nine, "the two sides of the ape cries not, light boat has passed ten thousand mountains". With the guide's explanation, the boat has been to the first dam of the Yangtze River ---- Gezhouba Water Conservancy Hub. Boat to Yichang, the day is nearly dusk, looking back at the Three Gorges, reefs and beaches, rapids bubble whirlpool dangerous waves and bad water, strange peaks standing, majestic and precipitous, beautiful and colorful, the magnificent scenery of the smoke and water, evocative.
Ten, the Yangtze River, it is vast, rolling. Breaking through the canyon, cutting through the wilderness, reflecting the bright moon, carrying the sails.
xi. In the morning, the bright red sun rising, reddish clouds in the sky. Splendid sunset red in the vast river, like a fairy cut the red silk, the river decorated with extraordinarily beautiful.
Twelve, the Yangtze River, she with its own long and majestic atmosphere and her scenery, for us to construct an eternal beauty of the river, inspired by generations of Chinese children's passion and inspiration, won the world's heartfelt praise and exclamation and deserved. I am proud, because of winter swimming, I put my own weak heartbeat to join her strong pulse, I put my own full-blooded into her unstoppable rolling torrent; I am proud of us, these winter warriors, in the bone-chilling winds in the north, in the cold water, bare spine writing their own pursuits and the glory of the winter swimmers!
xiii Now, I really want to go back to the Yangtze River again, to see the mist on the river and the sunshine sprinkled on the river, to listen to the high and spirited singing, and then enjoy the quiet and beautiful river night scene under the bright moon.
Fourteen, the Yangtze River ripples, as if a huge dragon lying on the motherland, the two sides of the green, clearly outlined the Yangtze River's great body. White sails on the river, boats downstream, slightly yellow water of the Yangtze River, issued a "clatter" roar. The Yangtze River waves push the front waves, and the waves help the waves to roll eastward. River water flow to the center of the river, by the hard rock hit back, turn back the wave, and the back of the water on the waves of excitement, roaring.
Fifteen, when the pure manna of the river caress my skin, moisturize my heart, how not to call for a thousand thoughts, thoughts: millions of years, the river has been day and night to moisturize the land under the feet of the people of this land, washed our nation's thick sinews! She is so rich, so generous; so deep, far-reaching, vibrant, and so young! Just feel, the doorstep of the Yangtze River, her history and the significance of our nation.
Sixteen, on the sandbar, only to realize the static beauty of the Han River. Calm river water is like a piece of jasper, in addition to floating in the water surface of the fine water plants, a wrinkle is not. As the sun set, the Han River took on its true color. The tranquil river water is glistening with green waves, and the trees and grasses on both sides of the river add a layer of green color to the Han River. Thick green plus blue sky modification and evening sunshine moisturizing, flashing beautiful light, jumping, jumping
seventeen, the Yangtze River ah! Yangtze River! You are so vast, so wide, so monstrous. Let me intoxicated in your tolerance, can not be extricated. The Yangtze River! Yangtze River! Every time I think of your raging waves, like an angry lion, the mighty. The Yangtze River! Yangtze River! You are so charming, let me y intoxicated.
18, when my eyes turned to the Fuchun River, I was Fuchun River sunset of the strange scenery attracted: the river is like a blue ribbon around the mountains, in the flow, in the flash, in the float, in the song, in the dance; by the light mist winding both sides of the mountains, houses, fields, green trees, all reflected in the broad river, hidden, picturesque, like a quiet girl, reserved, graceful The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night.
nineteen, it was a drizzly day, the distant river and sky were linked together by this misty rain. This time, the Holy Spirit in the water seems to come out to roam, otherwise, how can heaven and earth be chaotic like that? The lightweight bamboo raft on the river is not necessary to row, the clear and bright water will gently hold her, softly floating, floating, floating into the ink splash on the scroll.
XX, when the spring girl wearing a long skirt, with light steps to come, this time the Yangtze River seems particularly clear, the riverbank is full of wildflowers, flowers dotted in the grass, red like fire, white like snow, pink like Xia ...... In short, it is the competition, fragrant and charming, the Yangtze River dressed up more beautiful.
Twenty-one, at this time, you look towards the river, but also colorful: two sides of the huge cliffs, reflections such as ink; the middle of the zigzagging, but like a glittering road, the top swings with a fine wave of light; near the mountains, it is turquoise as emerald. Minute by minute, the red mist in front of the more red and brighter. Boat more and more close, gradually see a peak pavilion standing in the red fog, gradually see that the red fog is millions of strong sunlight. At 8:20, we came to this piece of bright golden yellow sunshine.
Twenty-two, Guilin's landscape is clear, clear. Real, is the eye visible hand touchable. Fuchun landscape is misty, misty blandness, is ethereal as a dream, it can be meaningful and ineffable. The distant mountains are visible, but not refreshing to see the mountains of forests and bamboos, everything is hidden in the mist.
Twenty-three, standing on the Fuchun River Bridge, looking far away, the mountains and water, water and mountain companion. The river is not fast and turbulent, as in my eyes Fuyang people; river fishing boat, perhaps I am far away, can not see the boat people in what to do; the bank has anglers, a line of a lot of rows, it seems that everyone is very quiet waiting for the river fish on the hook.
Twenty-four, the river fell steeply, rough waves, waves, you have not had time to look carefully, the boat has been like an arrow as quickly as flying down, the huge waves were split by the bow, swirling, and together, and a surge away. The river is like a rolling boil, everywhere is foam, everywhere is the wave.
Twenty-five, the big river white waves blank, as fried salt stacked snow in general.
Twenty-six, viewing the Yangtze River in an endless stream of people, the river seems to be a dragon swimming, land a human dragon, a car on the highway dragon, the three dragons gathered together in a magnificent.
Twenty-seven, upright and steep mountain rock, a few wildflowers dotted between the thorn bushes. A river that looks like a jade belt flows slowly from the foot of the mountain. On the surface of the river, floating with a faint twilight, a touch of sunset blood red from the west down, dripping to the surface of the river in deep darkness. In the gentle river breeze, a patch of rice straw by the river swayed gently. This is the summer of the Qingyi River, my hometown of the Qingyi River.
Twenty-eight, summer, in the sunshine, the river is flooded with golden light. Under the setting sun, the river is half-green and half-red, intoxicating, can not help but let me recite two lines of Tang poetry: "a remnant of the sun spread in the water, half of the river, half of the river red." Here is the paradise of the children, they are naked, like fish playing freely, some in a water fight, some in the swimming competition, diving, backstroke, breaststroke all kinds of posture, splashing a burst of silver-white waves. The cheers, the cheering and the pleasant laughter echoed over the river.
Twenty-nine, autumn, the river looks very quiet, the bank maple leaves red, sycamore leaves yellow, in the autumn wind, a variety of colors of the leaves floating in the river, the river has become a flowing "flower cloth".
Thirty, Heilongjiang is such a quiet and beautiful, it is not like a big river, but like a beautiful lakes and swamps connected.
Thirty-one, the summer Xiangjiang River can be "boiling", it is because the "summer brother" enthusiasm to call the summer heat. People often play, swim and boat in the Xiangjiang River, which is a lively scene.
Thirty-two, the river surface waves jumping, the river water singing happily. From time to time there are a few white gulls swept over the tip of the wave. The ships on the river are full of goods, making a roaring sound, traveling at a fast pace, adding a lot of vitality to the vast river.
Thirty-three, if you stand in the bow of the boat, look ahead, only to see the river with the wall turn, the sunlight under the clouds steam, quite spectacular; both sides of the huge cliffs, inverted scenery such as ink; near the mountains turquoise, emerald green, reflecting the red embellishments therein, and add a few points of life, visitors from time to time to send out exclamations of admiration.
Thirty-four, quiet Nujiang River is certainly not silent. A big river flows so far, left and right, stumbling, always make some noise. For example, in the "Nujiang River first tsunami". There, the river is steeply widened, the middle of the reef jagged, the upstream river water surging to the sudden obstruction, they issued a roar.
Thirty-five, the gorge deep and fast-flowing, rough waves, rushing and whistling, sound vibration between the valley, the river formed countless whirlpools, the sound of water, thrilling. Not far into the gorge, the stone wall looks like a staircase of stone traces known as "Mengliang ladder". The right side of the peaks, shape odd attraction, "Phoenix drinking spring", "upside down monk", "rhinoceros looking at the moon" and other similar non-similar.
Thirty-six, every evening the river breeze, people come to the Yangtze River to cool. The night came to the incense issued a burst of fragrance. The riverside is the most lively, and the laughter of the people is constantly heard.
Thirty-seven, the speed of the river can't be missed, a wrong eye, it has been far away like wind and lightning.
Thirty-eight, E river like ten million horses off the reins of the angry horse, from the mountains in the western Sichuan hissing galloped to come, the river sound volatile, surging.
Thirty-nine, the sky is getting darker and darker, the sky floating red clouds, the river floating green duckweed, as if a green carpet.
Forty, originally quiet turquoise-blue Mangjia River, a sudden upsurge of yellow sand sand, rushing and whistling, vast, to the two sides of the dip flood.
Forty-one, the turquoise river ripples, like the sun is not happy, wrinkled eyebrows. At this time the sun fondly put a little afterglow sprinkled on the water, just in the ripples, like a piece of golden fish scales.
Forty-two, the sky gradually darkened, the river calmed down, the moon is rising from the place where the water and the sky meet, and all of a sudden the river is sprinkled with silver light.
Forty-three, winter, is the most lively season on the river bank. The water level fell, the clear river water hit the light yellow pebbles, splashing silver-white splash, day and night non-stop issued a "wow wow wow" sound. I think, that is the river to bring us the original sound state of the song.
Forty-four, the river sometimes howling and roaring, like a crazy beast, and then there is a gentle whisper, silver bells singing, such as a cyclopean music.
Forty-five, sunk in the blue river bottom of the depression, reflecting a round of copper plate large oblique sun; the depression contains the red sun, seems to swallow it whole. The setting sun changes the beautiful and colorful: from red to golden, from golden to reddish, and then the azure basket of the river into the rose-like color.
Forty-six, the Yangtze River with a healthy arm to hold up the mountains and the sea; with the sweet milk, nursing the children of all races; with the pure flow of irrigation flowers of the country; with the majestic power to promote the new era!
Forty-seven, Danjiang like a piece of magnificent jasper inlaid in the mountains surrounded by, look at that day, water, land by the rolling hills connected, silk interlocking; also like constructed in the northwestern E rolling hills of the pool of God, the water line and the green hills kissed, bare stone and mountains connected. More like painting masters a breath of thick colorful works, lake waves such as a mirror, Tianshui a color, reflecting each other.
Forty-eight, the Yangtze River originated in the snowy mountains, it is an irresistible torrent. It rushed through thousands of mountains, flowed through the sheer plateau, flowed through the thousands of miles of flat river, into the East China Sea.
Forty-nine, spring is here, the Songhua River ice melted, ice rows in a mountainous trend downstream, with the ice rows crowded with each other, accompanied by the sound of clattering, swish, swish, swish the sound of water, attracting a lot of tourists. When you stand on the Songhua River Bridge to watch as if the scroll of ten thousand horses, and as if listening to a magnificent symphony.
Fifty, in the south of the colorful clouds, in the west of the Hengduan Mountain, in the three rivers, the gods live in the valley, a whip of angry water, loudly beat the earth's foot Biao. The sound of the waves will not be extinguished, and it is like the war drums of the gods. An ancient song, only in this vast river water of the crown of the anger. Long live a spectacle, only in this unfathomable valley. Magnificent heaven and earth, only this river. The only thing that can be said is that the canyon is a ghostly work of art.
Fifty-one, the tide with a thunderous sound came to the eyes of the sky, shocked the turbulence jump foam, large as melon, small as beans, like a river full of broken silver in the wild diarrhea.
Fifty-two, the river is covered with a mist, making people feel like a fairyland. Most of the rain is brought by the monsoon, landing mainly in the summer months, and in the mountainous part of the basin, most of the precipitation comes in the form of snow.
Fifty-three, the world's mightiest eagle, in this blood-filled canyon, is just a light, fluffy chunk of hair. Fetch any one of the waves of the great Nujiang River, are more solid than rolling steel. Thousands of trees of Panzhihua, the lock can not be heroic gas, spit na blood dripping.
Fifty-four, at noon, the sun has long been removed from the veil, put thanks to the light. Horizontal like a mirror on the river, the golden light, as if wearing a veil full of gold beads.
Fifty-five, quiet and beautiful, black shiny river, one by one ripples in the continuous crack, expanding, can be said to be boiling but not boiled, a little wave peaks are not seen.
Fifty-six, the night soon came, the dark night sky hangs a round of bright moon, a star like bright crystal jewels decorated with the night sky. The bright moon reflected in the river, is also so round, so bright, as if there is also a moon in the river. The river is lined with beacon lights, which are lined up along the river until the harbor. Late at night, the Yangtze River, which had been rushing for a day, gradually calmed down, and under the shining moonlight, it looked extraordinarily peaceful. The ship moored at the Ba Xian pier, I gently leaned on the railing, looking at the bright moon, the river, the lights of the pier. It's so quiet, so beautiful.
Fifty-seven, at noon, the Yangtze River becomes busier, the current is particularly rapid, like a naughty, lively children jumping, rolled up a small whirlpool.
Fifty-eight, said the Danjiang River is man-made "Asian Tianchi", which quietly exists in the depths of time and space, accumulating infinite energy in the embrace of the mountains. Rich in the spirit of life, fall into the dust, away from the hustle and bustle, calm, silent, looking around the layers of the mountains; quiet water, and the world, derived from the source, convergence, flow of happiness, moisturize a fertile land so that the mountains and wild spirit.
Fifty-nine, spring, the river is beautiful. River fish woke up, some looking for food to eat, some chasing and playing, some spitting bubbles on the pontoon bridge, as if greeting the pedestrians on the bridge. Riverside Longmen Avenue and leisure plaza, people have come out of their homes, bathed in warm sunshine to walk, exercise, breathe fresh air.
Sixty, the Yangtze River, you are the symbol of the great Chinese nation. You from the world's highest Tanggula mountain range, the snow-capped mountains, rushing out, a cascade, straight to the East China Sea, injected into the world's largest ocean in the Pacific Ocean, you are so far-reaching, the ocean is vast, surging, forward, great and beautiful. However, you are in the difficult zigzag in the courage to move forward. The three gorges, is your refining and testing. How many cliffs! How many reefs and shoals! How many waves! How many rapids and fierce bay! Everything can not stop your progress. You are such a valiant and tenacious, rushing endlessly, always forward, forward!
61, Danjiang River, from the depths of the Manglin originated from the Qinling clip out of a small stream, through the urban bustle of the state, out of the way, all the way to come, fertilizing the bank of the good land, green mountains near and far. A clump of bamboo from winter straight green to summer, the pink bees and butterflies, willow low hanging with the wind swaying. golden afterglow. The clouds in the sky were brilliantly illuminated by the haze, reflected in the clear river water, rippling waves, as if to feel the sky swaying. The trees along the river, people, all turned orange, I bathed in the brilliant sunset, is so cozy.
Sixty-three, yellow waves rolling Huangpu River. The river drumming, it seems to rise to a premature, the opposite bank of the building seems small, as children play with the house model.
Sixty-four, boarded the boat, upstream, the Fuchun River will be like embroidered satin, gradually show - the bank is full of green, mountain flowers. Vertical look, both sides of the mountains along the mountain red clusters embracing the river wantonly spread out, as if the river crocheted on the two meandering to the red lace, charming charming; occasionally swept through the irregular sand state, bamboo stacked, verdant ......
Sixty-five, the happiest is the river, like a lively Maiden, singing, jumping, rattling the roots of the old trees reaching over, slapping the tawny cliffs, stepping on those stones on the river bank, running carefree. From time to time, a fish jumped out of the river, making the river seem more interesting, more innocent and lovely.
Sixty-six, the river is like a slight flick of silk, water and sky at the very end, condensed into a kind of transparent mist.
Sixty-seven, I leaned over to get a bird's eye view, the river suddenly transformed into a dark green ribbon, meandering between the green mountains and peaks, bare-breasted and naked body in the sunlight sparkling luster, such as a dream, like a dream, like a poem, like a picture, pulling people's hearts and souls. When I came in a hurry, but when I left, but lingering, the river seems to drag my eyes, my body tied up. I stood there as if intoxicated, chewing on the Yan Ziling abandoned the official retreat Temperance and temperament, taste the Fuchun River water bare sincerity and beauty, can not restrain ......
sixty-eight, early in the morning, the river rose up a gauzy morning mist. Through this veil, we saw the river flowing slowly, at this time the Yangtze River seems to be still immersed in sleep. The air on the river is very fresh, I greedily sucked in the fresh air, the heart felt immense pleasure.
Sixty-nine, the river cascades, as if a huge dragon draped in gold scales waves deafening. A wave like a naughty child, in the river tumbling, rushing, rising.
seventy, busy Yangtze River seems to feel a touch of fatigue, and began to slowly forward, a river wind blew, the river surface caused a small ripples, reflected in the river green hills with the water waves gently swaying. The view at dusk can be really beautiful.
Seventy-one, the setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk. I don't know how, when the sunset scenery in the Fuchun River passed away abruptly, my heart steeply rose up a nameless melancholy ...... young man's deep guitar sound, the girls sweet song, summer wind blowing the leaves of the hsa hsa sound, the river beat the shore of the sound of the waves, such as poetry, such as a song, is still reverberating in my ears.
Seventy-two, Li River is so clear and flat, a variety of strange peaks, scrambling to cast their shadows to the water, a river weaving a colorful landscape embroidery.
Seventy-three, the river and ferocious, this time the Yangtze River changed its face, clad in silver armor, formidable. The river roared up. Darkness and the Yangtze River is like two armies fighting, gradually the darkness surrounded the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River is like a body through the white war of the elite division, the face does not change color. The generals work together to break through the siege, the Yangtze River is indestructible all the way to the victory, the darkness killed the rout. Again comeback again shrouded the heart of the river again, as if it is encircling the main generals, the Yangtze River again counterattack, bathed in blood into a river, the darkness of the army of people and horses, blood into a river, a great defeat. The Yangtze roared again. As if celebrating a victory.