1. Someone once compared the Seine River to the Champs Elysees on the water in Paris.
2. Because the banks of the Seine River are the most prosperous prime location in Paris.
3, and after generations of Parisians to repair and beautify, now beautiful.
4, boat trip on the Seine River has become an important part of the Paris tour.
5, At the same time, Paris is a city that never sleeps, and the Seine never sleeps.
6. When the lights go out, the Seine River reflects the whole city of Paris.
7. Some of the most famous buildings in Paris are located around the Seine.
8. The water of the Seine is now clear and green.
9, the night lights lit up the boundless night, but also looks like a dream, charming.
10, the Seine River on both sides of the green trees, flowers and foliage, beautiful scenery.
11, fishing on the banks of the Seine is a favorite recreation of the Parisians, many French artists also like to portray the picture of people fishing down.
12, the island of the river bank is the earliest city of Paris, the Seine is its earliest ditch.
13, the blue sky, white clouds will be their lovely shadow reflected in the tree-lined Seine River, the sun through the branches and leaves, hazy and down, the reflection of the wind, dancing.
14, in the park, people in the grass by the Seine, reading Balzac, Zola, Colette and Flaubert: their novels that describe society and human nature.
15, the towering Eiffel Tower, colorful streets, the beautiful Seine River, the glorious palaces, the romantic people, the long history ... this is Paris ...
2. about the "Paris" of the beautiful poem have1. When I arrived in Paris, I y felt its charm. The Eiffel Tower is charming. The Eiffel Tower can be said to be the symbol of Paris. Beautiful sentences describing Paris.
2, the Louvre **** collection of paintings, sculptures and other various works of art more than 200,000 pieces, it is known for its rich collection of classical paintings and sculptures. The Louvre was originally a magnificent palace complex, one of the most precious buildings of the French Renaissance.
3. Paris is also the true capital of flowers. It's no exaggeration to call it the "flower capital". Whether at the table, on the balcony, in the courtyard, or in front of the window, the street, people's embrace, full of blooming flowers, the air filled with intoxicating fragrance. Beautiful sentences describing Paris.
4, we arrived in Paris just in the morning, where the sunset will change colors! A moment into pink, a moment into a golden yellow, even the clouds are also colored pink and golden yellow by the sunrise, the sky is beautiful like a painting, let me be enchanted by it.
5, the park is surrounded by Parisian houses, white walls, wide balconies, red roofs, and the roof is pointed, those houses are like the same with the building blocks, extremely like a fairy tale castle. The sky in Paris is even more beautiful.
6, the Palace of Versailles is very luxurious, filled with a variety of artifacts, statues and paintings, but these are not attractive. The most attractive thing is actually the frescoes on the roof.
7, the people of Paris love to plant tulips. In the prairie near Paris, we can always see tulips blooming its charming smile.
8, Paris is also a flower city, the city is immersed in the sea of flowers all day. Whether in their own gardens, squares, parks, various halls are decorated with flowers.
9, into the Louvre gives a person a magnificent, glorious feeling. The top is a huge painting, carved next to the golden sculpture. Here is the famous statue of Venus with a broken arm.
10, the Seine River is at the foot of the Tower, it flows quietly, like a turquoise ribbon around Paris. The river is traveling on a starry cruise ship.
11, Notre Dame de Paris is one hundred and sixty-three years by Pope Alexander laid the foundation stone, after more than one hundred and seventy years until one hundred and thirty-five years to complete. It is France's most representative Gothic architecture, but also the base camp of the French Catholic Church. The building is so majestic that it is the symbol of the island of Siti.
12, romantic Paris, the paradise of art. Noble and elegant buildings, gorgeous and charming costumes; elegant demeanor, elegant talk, from the old cafe to the bustling streets, modern and classical mingled here.
3. French article describing the SeineLa Seineest un fleuve fran?ais, long de 777 kilomètres, qui coule dans le Bassin parisien et arrose notamment Troyes, Paris et Rouen Sa source se situe à 446 mètres d'altitud]à Source-Seine, sur le plateau de Langres en C?te-d'Or. Son cours a une orientation générale du sud-est au nord- ouest. Elle se jette dans la Manche, à hauteur du méridien du Hode, près du Havre. Son bassin versant, d'une superficie de 78 650 km?, intéresse près de 30 % de la population du pays. la population du pays. Il est géré par l'agence de l'eau Seine-Normandie.
Je sais pas si sa suffit?
4. Poems related to Paris1 Oceanic view
Splendid and dazzling
The layered land of Europa
Is heaven, is the clouds, is the miracle of beauty
Leaning on a goddess of illusory purity
- is Paris
Solemn and frivolous
Splendid and shadowy
Joyful and melancholy
This The prismatic crystal body
Needless to say, she's a flirt
Needless to say, she's romantic and mysterious
Jumping in the soft light
Singing in the cold winter weather
Kissed by the solemnity and delicacy of the Notre Dame
The majesty of the Arc de Triomphe
The majesty of the Eiffel Tower
The gold and jewels of the Louvre. The Louvre, with its gold and jade
The myth that makes you so enchanted
- it's Paris
Look at the ladies in their costumes
Look at the couples strolling along
Hear the guitars in the Place de la Chapelle
Listen to the sweet talk along the Seine
Smell the mellow, sweet, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow.
Smell the mellow and rich wine
Smell the fresh and elegant perfume
Too much elegance and luxury
Too much lingering
She is Paris, the intoxicated Paris
Heavy history
Beautiful architecture
Romantic legend 2 Paris, a paradise that's better than hell!
We look back to our homeland with the flag!
When we left the country,
The winds and waves were far away, and the sadness was long.
Countless nights of bright lights,
that intoxicating left bank of the river.
I have been alone in my grief, and I have been alone in my frustration.
The Seine flooded
always the other side of the bay home!
My partner!
Why are you so excited,
have you seen the moon of the Qin and Han Dynasties,
or have you heard the majesty of the Yellow River?
When I think about it,
I can't help but feel the blood in my veins!
The fire of the Yuanmingyuan, the fall of the Forbidden City.
Do you know the graves of the fathers?
The splendor of the Louvre and the glory of the Elysée have been achieved!
When I think of it,
I can't help but cry!
The frost of Trafalgar,
is about to set off the Champs Elysées wave.
The flag is red,
Burn my breast and give me strength!
My partner!
No need to panic, no need to despair, no need to fear the enemy's arrogance and ferocity!
Raise the flag high, let the red flag fly, that is the sincere call of the wanderer!
Raise the national flag, let the red flag full field, that is our noble backbone!
My partner!
If you return to your homeland.
Please wipe away my lover's tears for me.
If she asks about me,
please tell her with pride:
Every Chinese does!
At this moment, my mother must be in tears,
she must know that the heir of the dragon has grown, wherever he is!
Second
If I never return to my homeland
If I never return to my homeland
Please don't be sad for me
If I could, I would really like to
Your tears would be like the tides of the Bay of Dover
And send me home
If I never return to my homeland
I won't be sad for me
If I never return to my homeland
If I never return to my homeland
I won't be sad again. p>
I won't look up to the sky anymore
Do you know that every night from now on
She'll push the window gently
And the moonlight in her eyes will become the sun in my heart
It's so piercing that it makes you feel like you've been through it all before
If I can't go back to my hometown
I will let the memories flow like a stream of water
A mother's murmurs and the images of childhood
I'm not sure if you can't go back to your hometown
You're not the only person who can send me back home.
Whether it's a dream or not
What does it matter?
If I never return to my homeland
Please don't forget my friendship
I don't have the slightest joy when I'm wandering in the white dew of Fontainebleau
With a sultry Frenchwoman
I don't have the slightest joy
Today the red flag flies high
And I feel the teardrops on my cheeks
Whose tears are shining
My face is blurredIf I can't go back to my hometown
Please bury me on a high hill
Let me look at my hometown with tears in my eyes
Reflected on the other side of the sky
3 MISSING PARIS It's been two days now, and the fog has covered the world. I've been searching for Paris on the Internet, and it's like going through a tunnel in search of pirate treasures. The process of the sunlight being swallowed by the fog must have been full of pain, just like when I was sitting in a cotton field saying Paris over and over and over again.
5. Seeking poems on the left bankThe left bank means the left bank of the Seine River in France, as opposed to the right bank, which is full of high-rise buildings and modernity.
The left bank represents sensibility and is the paradise of the rich and the poor.
I don't know what you mean by the poems on the left bank, but I don't know what you mean by the left bank.
I think you mean Yang Ting's poem, but I think you mean Yang Ting's poem, which is a poem on the left bank. I guess you are talking about Yang Tingan's poem
"New Life with the Grass" (a group poem)
◆ New Life with the Grass
Someone started to play a kind of very loud drum under the soles of my feet
To welcome the Yang Qi, a devil with a high degree of invisibility
to take possession of my body
To prepare for the construction of a motherland
I found out that I had to build a motherland.
I find I've changed, hot as a thermos
I hope I'm not suffering from
The Fever like Pasternak
All I want now is to get out in the open air
To talk to strangers, to walk with the river
Don't mind if I've got a sinful face
My tears could feed some
Fish, blurring the mirror of the mirror.
Fish, blurring the loyalty of a girl in the mirror
God sent me to love you all
New life with the grass, that's afraid
When the flowers bloom
The first dead leaf is me
◆ The mice
Blinding sunlight
Leaks in through the corner of the curtain
Runs to the floor
Hopping around
What a cute little mouse
Good morning, my friend
Perhaps knowing that life is impermanent
So it put on an exaggerated show in front of me
In order to buy some time
It didn't cry out in pain when it fell down
The doorbell suddenly rang
And I thought to myself.
So I refused to open the door
◆ The Black Widow
I accidentally realized
that the shadow of a lilac tree
was the one I was looking for
A Black Widow
who still had her face on
like a sob
and her robe trailing on the ground
as if there were no boundaries between the black and the white.
Like the infinite night wrapped in a fine soft
Two wounded beasts on her chest
Constantly trembling
I was about to tell her the decision I'd prepared for a reincarnation
A big cloud blocked out the sun
Her sudden disappearance
Made my eyes come nearer to the darkness
You look at my face like a piece of ice
So leave a poem, with its tail in the air
Perform for me a kind of loyalty called beast
In fact, I'm a lamp
Thirstily waiting for your electric current to spread all over my body
Trembling like a blade
At this moment, I'm no less light than Liu Querching, that Woman
My murmuring voice is younger
A premonition tells me you will turn away at last
I won't stop you, but come back from time to time
Look at the nightshade
She is our child
◆ Autumn leaves? Whistle
I don't want you to watch me wither
Counting the days of my departure
Please kill me while I'm still young
Let my corpse still have warmth
Snuggle close to your wide lips
Play a song with you
In memory of our walking The river
And for
Your open space between my breasts
To choose the grave bed where you will sleep with your later lover
6. Please give me some poetic descriptions of Paris, e.g.: Impressions of Paris, Paris in the morning, Paris in a dream
Paris is poetic.
The poetry of Paris is in its bones, in its beauty, and even in its many details. This is the feeling I got during my time in Paris.
Paris has a lot of elegant name: "the capital of culture and art", "flower capital", "fashion capital", "romantic capital "......, into Paris to really understand the whole of Paris are living in the art, I call it a poetic life. Climbing the Eiffel Tower, Paris in full view.
Looking around the city, you'll feel an ounce of poetry, which is conveyed to you by the city's architecture. Architecture is frozen music, but the architecture of Paris is flowing like music, the city is separated by the Seine River to create a rhythm, by the occasional highlights of the heights to break the balance and stagnation, by crisscrossing the streets into echoing groups, with the ups and downs of the music, and the dangling, and thus have the aura of poetry.
Different styles of architecture, like a volume of slowly unfolding epic, from ancient times to the present inherited a scene of historical tragedy and comedy. The starting point of the epic in the Seine River in the Isle of Side, more than 2,000 years ago, Paris is just a small village on the island, Julius Caesar conquered this place, Octavian built the castle of the Roman Empire in this regard, when the independence of the Frankish Kingdom developed into the era of Charles Empire, the Isle of Side was built into a Gothic palace, Paris from here to the river on both sides of the expansion of the river even if Napoleon in the 18th century to build the Paris of the streets of the present day, wide and straight, Even though Napoleon built Paris in the 18th century into the wide, straight streets and magnificent buildings of today, we can still clearly find the traces of history everywhere.
This is really thanks to those monumental stone, they constructed the building soaked in the vicissitudes of time, the accumulation of how heavy history. From the Roman public **** baths and Coliseum site in Paris, you can see the glory of the Roman Empire had, Notre Dame on the island of Stade from the Middle Ages has been known for its exquisite Gothic style, it is because of Victor Hugo's masterpieces and let the beauty and ugliness of the world to light up the place, the classical style of the Louvre, indicating the great civilization of the Renaissance era, the Pantheon buried underground those who are the remains of the Enlightenment thinkers, their ideas have always reflected the human race, the world's most beautiful. Their ideas have always reflected the sky of mankind, Napoleon built the Caesar's Gate, with the Baroque style of magnificence, contrary to the classical solemnity, marking a generation of great men with his war cannons and codes of law created the civilization of modern Europe, once dazzled the Louis dynasty of the Place de la Concorde, in the French bourgeoisie revolution of the blood after the peace of the peace and tranquility, Sacré-Coeur Church on the heights of the high ground, the soaring "Internationale" seems to be still not ceasing to ring in the ears, and the new modern Latin Fen District, the Pantheon is buried in the ground of those enlightened thinkers, whose ideas always reflect the sky of mankind. Latin Fen district of brand new modern building complex, set off the heavy ancient meaning of Paris.
Paris, with its stone, with its architecture, poetic composition of France, Europe and even the world's historical evolution of the picture. And the Eiffel Tower, where I stand, was out of place compared to all the stone buildings, but it represented a new era with its iron construction.
When we stand on top of this era overlooking Paris, in a few moments, will browse to those who represent thousands of years of history and culture and the generation of the building. This inheritance requires tolerance, and it is this tolerance that makes Paris so rich and colorful, and brings us endless poetic evocations.
Paris is a timeless poem, and the Seine is the eye of the poem, the most brilliant line in the poem. Almost all civilizations are associated with rivers.
The Seine gave birth to the civilization of Paris, and the Parisians drank from its waters until the 18th century, and it was it that made the poetry of Paris so refreshing. I memorized the poem I read as a teenager, "The Enchanted Twilight of the Seine", and approached the Seine in Paris by day and by night.
The Seine has a classical and elegant meaning, it flows and carries too much heavy history. Various styles of buildings along the river, the river thirty-two ancient and modern bridges and the slow flow of the river integration and structure, reminiscent of those Impressionist painters of towering towers, stone bridges, the vicissitudes of the works of the deep blue waves.
Walking along the banks of the Seine, each building, each bridge is telling you a past, you wander in this continuous history of chewing reflection, because reflection and profound, because profound and elegant, this is a kind of how deep and subtle poetry! The Seine River also has a modern leisure and romantic mood. You walk close to the river in the quiet, will feel the hustle and bustle of the city in this section of the river tree-lined just moor the boat of the soul, to enjoy the river in the daytime levels of clarity, far-reaching scenery, viewing the moonlight flashes, dreamy night like a mirage.
The bookstalls along the banks of the river are a detail of leisure, a section of the landscape alongside the Seine, a river of books and paintings. Flipping through an old book, an old photo, seems to be a poetic interpretation of the Seine yesterday.
I touched the old bridge on the Seine, watching the fresh water under the bridge and the cruise ships traveling on the water surface, I felt the ancient and new Seine River. From ancient times to the present, countless French politicians, scientists, scholars and literary artists, came here to absorb the spiritual nutrition, looking for inspiration to create, Napoleon, Descartes, Voltaire, Sartre, Delacroix, Van Gogh, Rodin, Molière, Hugo, Balzac, Debussy,......, a superstar of mankind, in the banks of the Seine River Left their thinking figure, the footprints of exploration, how many trends and schools of thought were born.
And Paris has thus become the center of European culture, synonymous with culture and poetry, attracting people all over the world who love civilization. As long as you stop by the Seine, you have no reason not to enjoy its poetic romance and leisure, you have no reason not to accept its cultural inculcation.
Touching the Seine River, you may be able to touch the soul and secrets of Paris. There are many symbols of Paris: the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe ......, but in terms of the beauty of both classical and modern leisure, the laurel belongs to the Seine River.
Paris large and small museums, but also brewing soft as spring, strong as wine poetry, like a point of excitement, moving, let a person contemplate. I was practically swept along by the crowds at the Louvre.
Tens of thousands of tourists flock here every day, and more than 400,000 pieces of sculpture and fine art from the East and West since ancient Egypt, Greece, and Rome showcase the splendor of thousands of years of art, based on mythology, religion, and major historical events. One minute to examine a work, you need a year's worth of time.
With the tidal wave of people, the haste of traveling, and the flashing lights of photography, you will feel a warm current, a poetic warm current surging in the exhibition hall. That is from a pair of eager eyes, eyes shining with surprise and even tears.