Poems about Shicheng 1. Poems about the word "stone"
The sound is noisy in the messy stone, the color is quiet in the deep pine.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it, and I'll be able to make it.
The morning plow turned over the dewy grass, and the night list sounded on the rocks.
The Milky Way hangs upside down from the three stone beams, and the incense burner waterfalls look at each other from afar.
The path of thousands of ravines and gullies is uncertain, and the flowers and rocks are all night long.
The cave is a stone fan, which opens up in the middle of the cave.
The wind is full of rocks, the Hun grass is yellow and the horse is fat.
The old cypress in front of the temple of Kongming, like bronze roots like stone.
The mountain rocks are eminent, and the path is small, and the bats fly to the temple at dusk.
When the flow of bare feet on the stream stone, the sound of water exciting wind blowing clothes.
Zhang Sheng is holding a stone drum text, advising me to know how to make a stone drum song.
The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night!
The song of the stone drum stops here!
The stone fish lake, like the dongting, summer water wants to be full of Junshan spring.
The ground collapse of the mountain destroyed the death of a strong man, and then the sky ladder and stone stacks square hooked together.
The moon shines between the pines, and the springs flow from the rocks.
The mountains are high, the moon is small, and the water falls from the stone.
2. Poems about Xinchang
Xinchang County in the Tiantai Mountain, Siming Mountain, Huiji Mountain, the remaining veins of the winding coiled voltaic place, surrounded by famous mountains, ten thousand ravines compete for flow, known as the "Buddhist Taoist source". The territory of the Shicheng Mountain (where the Great Buddha Temple), Wozhou Mountain (monks Zhizan hermitage, built Wozhou refined house) for the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the center of Buddhism in the South, the monks love to sit in silence to collect their minds, talk about the Buddha Xuanxuan, tends to people clear and bright and cool luck of the tea is known as the Buddha days dew, the Imperial Court fairy paddle, "Zen couch" and "tea smoke! "is tightly linked together; Wozhou Mountain, Tianmu Mountain, Sima remorse mountain since ancient times listed as the Taoist sixty blessed three, tea smoke quiet fragrance and Taoism respected by the ethereal realm of the mind and desire to be related to drinking tea tasting Tao become an elegant affair.
Xinchang County territory in the old Huiji (Yuezhou), the eastern part of Heping County, Yuezhou tea to the Huiji day cast tea, Yuyao waterfall tea for the most, Huiji, Yuyao, between the tea produced by Xinchang, is the tea of Yuezhou, also known as Heping tea, Heping tea, Heping Ming.
Tea, spit high incense, pregnant with poetry, literati cook spring boiled tea, cut incense flavor, competing to chant a lot of tea poems, become a brilliant chapter in the Chinese poetry library. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy to understand. "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular tea in the world, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy to understand. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. ...... However, the world's cooking day casting, more tea in the river."
Successive years of revision of the "Xinchang County Records" is the most important local literature in Xinchang, the tea poems included have been handed down to the present day, and become the cornerstone of the long history and profound culture of the construction of Xinchang Tea; Hu Qiyin, Chen Xinyu edited the "Three Hundred Tang Poems of Xinchang," which includes poets from the Tang Dynasty who chanted about the scenery of the characters of the Xinchang poems, interpreting the richness of the Tang Poetry Road, which is the "Road of the Tang Poetry". The rich connotation of the essence of the "Tang Poetry Road" makes the "Tang Poetry Road" filled with the fragrance of tea; "Dafo Longjing" edited by Chen Baigang and Huang Zhiyi is a booklet of cultural readings showing the style of Xinchang "Hometown of Chinese Famous Tea", which is the most complete collection of tea culture of Xinchang, and contains a collection of poems by Tang poets about the scenery of Xinchang. The tea culture of the great successor, the collection of references to some tea poetry; Zou Zhifang, Li Yongxin, edited by "celebrities of Shaoxing" in some of the Shaoxing (Yue) tea poetry, easy to make people Xinchang tea into the Shaoxing tea in the context of the big. The above canonical books are the main source of information for the Selected Poems on Xinchang Tea.
Both Yue tea and Heping tea are the original origins of many of Xinchang's now famous teas, such as Dafo Longjing, Anshan Jasper, Xuexi Xueya, Tianmu Yunwu, and other brand name teas.
Tea is a refreshing drink, and poetry is a low singing. Tea can add poetry, poetry can increase the interest of tea. Xinchang tea poems, including poems related to Xinchang (Shaoxing) tea, and tea embellished poems, in fact, can also be called "Shaoxing tea poems". The poems are arranged according to the author's birth year, with a brief biography of the author and relevant links to help interpret the poems, so that tea lovers can enjoy them together. The selection is not quite complete, and I hope that readers will correct and continue to add.
3. What are the poems with Lin and Dan
To say that three years often send, dream soul.
Zhang Zhihan Qinyuanchun Thank you to Mr. Wang Juchuan, who wrote a fan in Tanyu's handwriting. The four corners of the city are covered with yellow flowers, and the frost has dyed a forest of dan. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea to go back to the old days of the city.
The sky is on fire at noon, and the wind is blowing in the Tianshan Mountains. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
The wind and rain in the late fall made it difficult for the guests to wear cold clothes. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
A Linden under the Wunu Mountain, it is strong ugly yellow chrysanthemums to help the happiness, the lack of toads first reflect the mistletoe Linden, literary style, still exists today, the dream does not realize that to the Xin'an. Yu Dafu For the Lin Jian brother, the title of Chen Yuexiu female history painting "Kuanglu picture" Penglang is still a small lonely, a few leaves of light boat lazily down the beach.
For the love of Kuanglu color is good, autumn maple trees half Lin Dan. Yelu Chu, through the Xia State Xin'an County Today, I have been to Songguan, talking about sadness and happiness.
The people's rent has been reduced repeatedly to chase the Xuxu less, the handle only to the hand, light Luo onyx face, the shadow does not leave the body. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Surabaya green hills. The water falls only half a penny of green.
The poor sigh of cultivation of thin, maple forest leaves, book broken clear sky moon round. I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and it's a special spirit.
Lu You Autumn end of self-excitement, the rest of the drive on the river and lake, the frost stained Berlin Dan. The sea tide is spraying thousands of white waves.
But to the East Coast to look at the fireworks. I'm not going to be able to do that.
Lu You Autumn Renaissance Lonely city near the river dry, ironing practice culminating in empty water cold, floating map absolute top a carving plate. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Looking back at the three autumns is like a dream. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
Thank you for your kind attentiveness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Straight Tanya Weng poem, light boat down the snowy beach, the car and horse rugged road difficult, the official responsibility all light decree wide. The first thing you need to do is to take a bowl with you, and then you'll be able to get away with it.
Lu You, the city of Maundyville, luxury dreams do not pass, hilly and lonely stacked in the chaotic mountains. The song is full of people's happiness, and the dew accumulates even in the village to see the abundance of the year.
The new frost of ten thousand tiles sweeps away the miasma, and the leaves of a forest are replaced by the green maple. The first thing you need to do is to get a drink of amber red in your glass.
Fan Chengda walked under the old city of Wu in the evening, and he did not count the hazelnuts and plants. The first thing you need to do is to get up on your crutches, and the second thing you need to do is to get up on your sleeves, and the third thing you need to do is to get to the temple.
The thin horse is walking on the frosty stacks, the big soup and wine, the famous calligraphy.
4. Poems about Ganzhou
Hymn to Ganzhou To me, what is Ganzhou? It's the hard work of starting a business on the Dayu Mountain, the steel flow of the expedition on the banks of the Yudu River, and it's the fact that I've never seen anything like it. For me, what is Ganzhou? It's the words of Mr. Jiaxuan and the poems of Mr. Dongpo. The ancient city wall carries the vicissitudes of history, and the Ciyun Pagoda records the flow of the times. For me, what is Ganzhou? It's the thousands of miles of Gan River running day and night, the cliff carvings that have survived the spring and the autumn, the Nanshi Street that still has its ancient charm, and the Fushou Gou that has blessed our children and grandchildren. It's the Meiguan Stage Road, where the branches are full of plums, the beautiful scenery of Cuiwei Peak, the touching Lianquan Night Story, which is still recited today, and the fascinating Yangling Bamboo Sea, which attracts you to explore Ganzhou What's Ganzhou to me? It's the ancient charm of Hakka houses, the source of the Dongjiang River, the still beautiful scenery of Lanshan outside Huichang, and the even more beautiful Guanshan on the Dabai land. What's Ganzhou to me? For me, what is Ganzhou? It's the colorful lanterns of Shicheng that you can't get enough of. It's the tea masters who have made a name for themselves all over the country. It's the lingering rhythm of Xingguo's songs, and it's the joyous sound of Yudu's suona. It's the tea of Xiaobu, the wine of Zhanggong, the navel oranges of Xinfeng, the sweet pomelo of Nankang, the rice noodles of Huichang in short supply, and the fragrant duck of Nan'an that you can't get enough of What's Ganzhou to me? To me, what is Ganzhou? It's the orange, yellow, orange and green color of the mountains, the mellow wine in the farmhouse, the vegetables in the greenhouse, the fruits in the courtyard, the intoxicating harvest in the south of Ganzhou, and to me, what is Ganzhou? To me, what is Ganzhou? It's the wide cultural square at the south gate, the tall buildings along the riverfront, the joyful dance music in the park, and the bright singing voices on the lawn. It's the roaring construction sites, the revitalization of state-owned enterprises, the gathering of businessmen at the fair, the busy flow of people in the industrial park. This is Ganzhou, the Ganzhou of my heart, the ancient and magical land, the window of reform and opening up, your culture is so splendid, your history so long, how many people have gone ahead for you, how many people have fought for you, that's the Ganzhou I love. May the color of your spring be everlasting, and the sky last forever, and may the music of your progress play high and high in the sky. May the song of your endeavor be played in the sky.
5. Poems about Fuzimiao
1. Tang Du Mu, "Farewell Two Songs - One of Them"
gracefully curling up more than thirteen, cardamom tip of the beginning of February.
The spring breeze is ten miles away from Yangzhou Road, and the curtains are not as good as those on which they are rolled up.
Vernacular interpretation:
Beautiful posture and demeanor is thirteen years of age, like the cardamom flowers budding at the beginning of February. I've seen Yangzhou city ten miles long street youthful beauty, roll up the pearl curtains to sell pretty powder Diane can not compare to her.
2, Tang - Li Bai "Jinling restaurant to stay goodbye"
The wind blowing willow flower store full of incense, Wu Ji pressure wine to persuade guests to taste.
The wind is blowing and the willow flowers are full of fragrance in the shop.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've had a chance to see a man in his room, and I've never seen him in his room.
The spring breeze blew the willow flakes all over the store, and Wu Ji held out the wine for the guests to taste. The friends of Jinling have come to send each other off, and the host and guest drink freely and frequently raise their cups*** to finish their goblets. Please ask this east-flowing river, who is shorter and who is longer than it?
3, Tang - Li Bai "climbed to the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling"
Phoenix tour on the Phoenix Terrace, the phoenix went to the platform empty river from the flow. The Wu Palace is buried in flowers and grasses, and the Jin Dynasty has become an ancient mound of clothes and crowns.
The three mountains are half-fallen out of the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into two egret continents. The first time I saw it, I was so happy to see it.
In the vernacular:
There was once a phoenix that roamed the Phoenix Terrace, but the river still flows eastward when the phoenix is gone. The Wu Palace flowers and grasses are buried in the desolate path, how many kings in the Jin Dynasty has become a barren mound of ancient hills.
The three mountains are hidden in the clouds and mist as if falling out of the sky, and the river is divided into two rivers by the White Heron Island. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
4. Southern Song Dynasty - Lu You "Climbing to the Pavilion of Appreciation"
Sichuan Stacks Qin Guan years, this year, but the east tour. The whole family is under the Yellow Ox Gorge, half-drunk to find the White Egret Island.
Eerie river cloud Guabu rain, Xiaoxiao wood leaves Shicheng autumn. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car.
Vernacular interpretation:
Eight years of Shaanchuan career in a hurry, downstream and east of my interest is particularly good. Through the rapids rolling Huangniu Canyon, take the wine pleasure to tour the White Heron Island. The distant view of the Guabu rain clouds bleak, look back at the Jinling fallen leaves Xiao Xiao. The heart of the infinite sadness of the time, want to talk about the move do not feel snot and tears first fall.
5. Tang- Liu Yuxi "Wuyi Lane"
The wild grass flowers by the Zhuquiao Bridge, the setting sun at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, the swallows in front of the hall flew into the homes of the common people.
The old times, the swallows in front of the Hall of Xie, flew into the homes of ordinary people. The wall at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is broken, and the sun is setting. The swallows that once nested in front of Wang Xie's hall are now coming back to fly into ordinary people's homes.
6. Poems about the word "Tong"
Tonight, the ancients came or not, teaching people to stand up all the sycamore shadows.
The golden wind is fine, and the leaves of the sycamore fall.
The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, a pillow of small window sleep.
The spring and the fall,
Where is the past?
The swallows return to the orchid, and the dew is crying.
The light will not be left behind.
When the wine goes out, the people are scattered.
The idle steps are leaning on the sycamore tree alone.
I remember last year's day,
I was in the west wind of the yellow leaves.
The slanting sun is more through the curtain,
the coolness gradually into the sycamore.
I can't tell you how much I want to say,
but I'll write it down in a song on my paper,
and I'm sure I'll be able to tell you how much I want to do it.
I'm disappointed that I can't send this message.
The moon in autumn, the rain on Sycamore, the night rain on Sycamore,
I can't sleep a wink.
The eyes are cut off at the top of the building,
The sky is far away and the clouds are dark,
I can only pine away.
The red candles in the orchid hall,
The heart is long, the flame is short,
Tears to the people.
The time is only a matter of getting old,
but I don't believe in sentimentality.
I hate to leave the pavilion,
but it's easy to wake up with tears in my shirt.
Sycamore last night, the west wind rushed,
the pale moon is bright.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this, and I'm going to be able to get through this.
The waves are falling, where is the good time,
Think of the heavenly teachings and the endless hatred of separation.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Pro High Pavilion,
The mountains and the plains are covered with smoke and light.
The smoke is thin,
After the crows return,
the twilight sky heard the horn.
The west wind is pushing the sycamore trees to fall.
The sycamore tree is falling,
but also the fall color,
but also the loneliness.
The fragrance of the jade stove and the tears of the red wax,
is the reflection of the autumn thoughts in the painting hall.
The eyebrows are thin, and the temples are broken,
The night is long and the coverlet is cold.
Sycamore trees, three nights of rain,
not to mention the pain of separation.
The Sycamore tree has been raining for three nights,
but I don't know if it's hard for me to leave.
The sycamore tree grows old,
and the lovebirds die.
A chaste woman is a woman who favors her husband,
and so is a woman who sacrifices her life.
I vow not to let go of the waves,
my heart is filled with water from an ancient well.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the stairs.
The second thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the stairs.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the most out of your life.
The moon is falling in the west of Canglang, and the door is open without a shadow.
This is the time to return to your dream, standing in the well of Wutong.
7. Description of the fall in Shicheng County essay
Part I: beautiful autumn [400 words] Zhang Guiwen Autumn with a golden yellow, with light steps, quietly came to earth.
Walking into the park, a burst of floral scent greeted us, and looking for the scent of flowers, it turned out that the osmanthus bloomed, a white osmanthus is like a small star in the sky, beautifully embellished in the branches of the trees. Into the orchard, apples are like a red lantern; bananas yellow piece; pomegranates grinning grin; oranges in the branches you squeeze me touch ...... Into the fields, such as the sea of sorghum raised torches, boundless soybean ringing bells; rice paddies, a yellow rice with the autumn wind turned up the golden wave, green vegetable fields, fat and tender vegetables Shining on the crystal dewdrops ...... into the forest, the forest is like wearing a camouflage clothing, ginkgo trees floating down the yellow leaves, like a small fan; maple trees floating down a few red leaves, like a postage stamp; and the evergreen pines and cypresses ...... you see! , how charming the autumn scenery is! Autumn is the harvest season, because in the fall, many melons, fruits are ripe; Autumn is the cool season, because it is neither as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter, an autumn wind blowing, let a person feel refreshed; Autumn is a beautiful season, because in the fall, some flowers bloom, and the leaves are like butterflies have fluttered down, some of them become yellow, the become red! ...... everything becomes colorful.
There was once a poet who described autumn in this way: "A year of good scenery must be remembered, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green." I love autumn because it symbolizes maturity and beauty.
Part II: Autumn Fields [400 words] Yu Dongjian Seeing this photo of the autumn harvest, I can not help but get into the autumn fields. I remember that fall, I went to the field with my father once, we talked and laughed on the way, and in a short while, a field was presented in front of me.
In the distance, a grapevine with crystalline bunches of sweet and delicious grapes, how like a string of pearls! Suddenly, I saw another tree, but it was blurry, so I asked my dad, "What kind of tree is this?" Dad answered me with a smile on his face, "It's a pomegranate tree." I took a look and saw how the seeds inside looked like little dolls, and the pomegranate was broken in one place.
I think it looks like the dolls have broken the door.
In the field, a large area of rice ripe, golden, like gold, and like a golden carpet, giving the field a lot of vitality. Corn holding up the red tassel happy, forget a summer of trouble, sorghum body red, like a smile red face, but also like there is a wine song in the mind brewing.
Autumn wind like a hairdresser, the field organized in order; autumn light as shiny beads of sweat, fluffy shine in the field. Autumn unchanged is the command of the autumn wind, only to scrape away the summer.
Autumn wind can not necessarily scrape away the summer grandfather, you can also use a fan or electric fan oh. Into the fall, there is a soothing autumn wind sent, the head of the bright sun shining, pick up a yellow leaf quietly treasured, autumn will always smile at us.
We reluctantly left the autumn fields, but our hearts are still in the fields. Part III: Golden Autumn [400 words] Some people like the vibrant spring, some like the warm and exuberant summer, some like the snowy winter, but I like the fruitful autumn.
The autumn girl first walked into the orchard, look! Apple doll shy up, face red, like a small red lantern, persimmon brothers high up in the branches, are scrambling to see the beauty of the distance, you push me to squeeze, scrambling, full of sweat. Farmers uncle to date dolls in the hands, face full of red, smiling, thinking: my efforts are not in vain, this year will be able to sell a good price! Then, the autumn girl came to the vegetable garden, her sleeve a wave, the vegetable garden became lively! Look! Mr. Eggplant is wearing a purple dress, wearing a purple hat, is leisurely hanging on the leaves to sleep! Over there, the peppers are competing for beauty! Some of them are wearing red dresses, dancing beautifully, and some are wearing green dresses, spinning around and around, but it's a great look! Miss cucumber wearing a long green dress, head also wearing a small yellow flower! It seems to be dancing.
Then the autumn girl ran to the field, she blew a breath, the field changed a look. The rice bowed their heads, as if whispering, probably saying that the fall is really good! As far as the eye can see, the cotton girl is wearing a white sarong and dancing here! Corn dragged down the green coat, by the farmer uncle hanging under the eaves, like firecrackers, is basking in the sun! Part 4: Autumn leaves [400 words] The azure sky, in late fall, is spotless and crystal clear.
Along the curved stone path, I walked into the autumn woods, and the leaves showed brilliant colors. Voila! Pavilion side of the ginkgo tree leaves are mostly changed into yellow clothes, like a small fan, fan away the heat; and like a stamp, tell everyone that autumn is coming.
I picked up a sycamore leaf from the ground, wide leaves because of the loss of moisture around the curl, turned golden yellow, unlike in the spring when the verdant spread.
The sycamore leaves on the trees are like a golden crown, shining in the branches. My favorite fire maple leaves, as far as the red fireworks splashed down to earth; close up like a small red palm.
The maple leaves swing gently in the wind, as if waving goodbye to people. If the swallows are the messengers of spring, then the falling leaves are the messengers of fall.
As soon as the fall arrived, the leaves completed their mission, silently, have drifted down and returned to the embrace of the earth. The ground is full of dead leaves, thick, soft, step on the "squeaky" sound.
The leaves are not willing to be trampled underfoot. In the autumn girl's "command", they mischievously around me, a moment to climb on my shoulders, a moment to kiss my cheeks, and a moment to fly on top of my head.
Under the illumination of the autumn sun, gently spinning, dancing, like a butterfly fluttering, like a bird flying, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers ...... I love autumn, and even more love the leaves in autumn.