1. The wind blows by the river at night, please write a poem
In the evening breeze, when the pebbles by the river are still hibernating, when the green moss on the stones is still dotted with stars, I can’t wait, Shouting to the evening breeze from this hillside to that river, the maple leaves on the river are tilting wantonly between the mountains and rivers, and the drizzle is splashing, and the ink is splashing. I tear off the cover of this oil paper and fold it into a curved paper boat, carrying you and I carrying this A curved landscape in the evening breeze, the riverside is like a willow catkin willing to let its roots be broken by the wind. Light, dancing and whirling, why bother lingering on the soil with messy footsteps one step at a time? You should know that just let them lie freely in the wind. All the old things Even the traces can’t resist the clear evening breeze of the water. The wind by the river lets me hold your happy shoulder. The light rain asks me to kiss your bright face. That beautiful collision of weak sounds is the soft river water passing over the smooth stone surface. I am nostalgic for the evening breeze as it rushes past. I only want to keep this fleeting lingering by the river instead of holding it tightly. Just one glance at the passing clouds and smoke in the lake is like the fine sand in my palm, but it has already filled my heart late at night. The wind, because I stood on tiptoe by the river, and I also pursued love because I looked back. If it’s another year, please give it a like and adopt it. 2. Sentences about the sad mood of standing by the lake
The flowers on the other shore are in full bloom, but I still hold my head and watch the time getting older.
When I said goodbye to you with tears, you just said goodbye to me indifferently. My heart was broken into a thousand pieces without looking into your cold eyes.
I can hear the heartbeat of the rain and smell the rain like the fragrance of flowers. These are just like the person I think of, really. Perhaps, at this time, I no longer feel my place in this world.
Why is this happening? Doesn’t this world have the value of my existence? It felt like I was in the desert, and when I looked around, there was no one, and all the sounds went around me.
The sky above our heads was glowing with gray-blue light, shining miserably on the snow, burying the few withered grasses into the vast white sea.
People all have times when they feel sad, helpless, and indifferent, and music is the best way for us to express our moods. Please let your sadness flow little by little as the music plays. 3. What are the poems describing "Lakeside Scenery"
1. "Dawn Crossing Yuan Lake"
Qing Dynasty: Zha Shenxing
Xiaofeng Cui I hang up the sail and sail, the green shore is about to become flat in spring.
It has been raining for three days south of Changshuitang, and the fragrance of cauliflower has passed through Xiuzhou City.
Translation:
When I take a boat on the river in spring, the green grass on both sides seems to be the same as the entire embankment. The delicate fragrance of cauliflower swept through the entire Xiuzhou City in the spring breeze.
2. "Picking Mulberry·The West Lake is good after the lotus blooms"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is good after the lotus blooms, and when the wine comes. There is no need for flags, just red buildings and green roofs in front and behind.
The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden. There was a slight mist and rain, and I returned drunk with music and music.
Translation:
The scenery of West Lake is beautiful, and the fragrance lingers after the lotus blooms. Boating boats carry wine and banquets to enjoy the scenery. There is no need for flags and honor guards. There are red flowers as a building and green leaves as a cover to accompany the boat. Come. The painted cruise ship sailed into the depths of the lotus bushes, and the aroma of wine scented with lotus appeared on the golden cup. In the evening, there was smoke and light rain, and amid music and singing, the boat carried drunken tourists back.
3. "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang/Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
In August, the lake is level and the culvert is empty and mixed. Too clear. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.
Translation:
The autumn water is rising, almost level with the shore, and the water and sky are blurred and confused, blending into the sky. The water vapor in Yunmeng Daze is steaming white, and the rough waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I think it is hard to find a boat or an oar to cross the water, and it is really shameful to live in idleness in the age of the Ming Dynasty.
Sitting idle and watching other people fishing hard in the river, one can only envy the fish caught.
4. "Picking Mulberries: The West Lake is good after the flowers are fragrant"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is good after the flowers are fragrant. The weeping willows lining the stem are exposed to the sun's wind.
After the music and songs have dispersed, the tourists have gone, only to feel the spring sky. The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.
Translation:
Although the flowers have withered, the West Lake in late spring is still beautiful. The remaining flowers fall lightly, and the bits of residual red are particularly eye-catching among the complicated branches and leaves; catkins sometimes float, sometimes The willows are whirling and dancing in a hazy state; the willows are hanging down, criss-crossing, swaying in the gentle wind, and swaying in various shapes. In the warm spring breeze, they are contented and carefree, waving the lake water all day long.
The tourists dispersed after enjoying themselves, and the singing of shengxiao gradually subsided, and then it began to feel empty and quiet, and it seemed that this tranquility was needed. Returning to the living room, I drew the curtains and waited for the arrival of the swallows. I saw the two swallows returning from the drizzle, and then I drew the curtains.
5. "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
Translation:
Walking to the north of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Gong Pavilion, I stopped for a while and looked up into the distance. I saw the water level rising, white clouds hanging low, and the beauty boundless. Several orioles are flying to the sunny trees first, while whose swallows are bringing spring mud to build new nests? The flowers are colorful, almost charming, and the wild grass is green, barely covering the horse's hooves. The scenery on the east side of the lake is unforgettable. The most lovely thing is the white sand embankment shaded by green poplars.
4. Which poem should accompany people when standing by the lake?
Farewell at the West Lake
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The journey was miserable and the wind and smoke were blowing, and the ancestral tent was separated by the sound of death Orchestra.
Cui Dai is not required to keep five horses, and the emperor's grace allows her to stay for only three years.
Singing mats are spread under the shade of green vines, and prostitutes' boats are parked among red lotus flowers.
I look back and fall in love everywhere, but the hardest part is to leave by the lake.
Hangzhou Return Boat
Tang Bai Juyi
After bidding farewell to the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, I can’t help but love you. Drink more wine and recite poems lazily.
I want to report this idea to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi.
Send a title to Yuhang County Tower and submit it to Pei Shijun
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
He was an official for twenty years, and he was an official for thirty autumns.
The mountains and rivers, the wind and the moon, are what I most remember about Hangzhou.
At the end of the sand embankment in Beiguo, The stone bank of the West Lake.
Green wine glasses see off guests in the spring, and red candles return to the boat at night.
I dare not say goodbye to my love, but I miss my old trip.
Pingjun Reciting this sentence, the title is to Wangtao Tower.
He Xichuan Li Shangshu Hanzhou Weiyue Yufang Taiwei West Lake
Tang Liu Yuxi
Mu Luo Hanchuan At night, jade hooks hang in the West Lake. Flags surround the water, and the boat floats in the middle of the current.
My eyes are thinking about the past, and my spirit is like a ***. The Yao Qin has been extinct for a long time, and the rhyme of the pine trees is sad for autumn.
Yingzhou engages in a banquet at the West Lake Pavilion
Xuhun of the Tang Dynasty
I don’t know how to return to the banquet at the West Lake, but I sing a song and drink a glass of wine.
City Belt The setting sun smells the drum horns, and the temple faces the autumn water and sees the tower.
The guests in the orchid hall are scattered and the cicadas are still noisy, and the people in the osmanthus are rare and the birds are coming.
I just want to drive through Gongluo, and there is frost. Chrysanthemums bloom around the pond.
Fishing in Fenxi River
Luoyin of the Tang Dynasty
When Lu Wang showed his temples, who was better at fishing with straight hooks?
If the student is on the West Lake, he must provide fish to the envoy.
Meng Haoran crossing the Xiang River at night
Passenger boats are greedy for profit, so they cross the Xiang River secretly.
The smell of dew smells the fragrant flowers, and the sound of singing recognizes the picking of lotuses.
People throw themselves into the fire on the shore, and fishermen sleep in the smoke of the pond.
When we were walking together, we asked each other, where is Xunyang? Chubian.
Asking Bai Juyi of the Huai River
He complains about fame and wealth, and disturbs the world.
Why does the Huai River flow eastward without leisure?
Lushui Qu Li Bai
Lushui is bright in autumn.
Picking white apples in Nanhu.
The lotus flowers are so charming that they are eager to talk.
p>
Worry about killing the rowers.
Spring Water by Du Fu
In March, the peach blossom waves are flowing, and the river flow returns to its old traces. In the morning, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door.
Connecting strands of fragrant bait, and connecting tubes to irrigate the small garden. Countless birds have been added, vying for baths and making noise.
Water in Poetry
1. White hair floating in green Water, anthurium stirs clear waves. ("Ode to the Goose" by King Luo Bin)
2. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here. (Li Bai's "Wang Tianmen Mountain")
3. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")
4. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "A Gift to Wang Lun" )
5. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
6. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear sky. Soft, (Yang Wanli's "Little Pond")
7. Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi's "Inscribed on Huichong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River")
8. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. ("Book of Songs Jianjia")
9. Where is the water, the mountains and islands are standing tall. (Cao Cao's "Guan Cang Sea")
10. Yangliuqing
The Qingjiang River is horizontal, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poetry") 5. Beautiful sentences describing the lakeside environment in summer
We walked forward along the path. The surface of the lake seems to be moving westward with the wind, flashing with little golden lights under the sunlight, as if a piece of emerald is embedded with many sparkling gold coins, flashing one after another. Walking further, the graceful lotus flowers standing upright in the breeze come into view.
The sunlight shines on the lake, and there seems to be gold at the bottom of the lake. The golden light is shining and very moving. West Lake is beautiful. Spring returns to the earth, walking on the 100 embankments of the West Lake and looking at the calm lake surface. Seeing the ripples on the lake, willow silk brushes your cheek, and passes over your head and shoulders. The beautiful sound of the piano in the distance is so intoxicating.
The sun is high in the sky. At this time, the lotus leaves are as sparkling and full of vitality as if they have just been washed. On the graceful lotus leaves, there are bunches of beautiful lotus flowers. Although there are no flowers, The fire is so red, but the bright colors can be brought out even more among the lotus leaves. The flower stem is also so straight and never bent, which is what makes it noble and elegant.
I stood by the lake, admiring the mirror-level West Lake. The water of West Lake is clear and green, like a piece of jasper. The surface of the lake is sparkling, and the sun shines golden light on it, as if it is covered with little gold. There are many small islands and dense trees in the lake. You see, the branches of the willow tree are blown by the breeze, like bunches of light hair, fluttering in the wind. 6. Poems describing the scenery by the lake
On the lake Xu Yuanjie The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are singing, the grass is growing, and the egrets are flying across the lake.
The weather is sunny and people are in good spirits, and the boats are returning home with the flutes and drums at sunset. Lake Autumn Moon Song Dynasty Sun Rui The moon is cold and the springs are not flowing. Where can I return to the boat with my songs?
In the west wind, the white apples and red polygonum are reflected in the vast acreage of autumn light. Junshan Cheng He once met Magu when traveling outside and said that Junshan had never existed since ancient times.
It was originally the stone on the top of Kunlun Mountains and fell to Dongting Lake in the sea breeze. Touring Jingbo Lake Dong Biwu Boating on the north and south lakes, you can find green and tranquil scenery everywhere.
The green water and green mountains are suitable for painting, and tourists are willing to stay after admiring them. Prime Minister Zhang and Meng Haoran came to Dongting. The lake was level in August, and the emptiness was mixed with the clearness.
The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. Plum Blossom by Wang Mian In March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as drops of green.
No one sees the sound of Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. Wang Wei, Wang Wei, plays the flute at Lingjipu, seeing off her husband at dusk.
Looking back on the lake, the mountains are green and covered with white clouds. Traveling to Yueyang for the second time, I sent a message to my relatives in Beijing. Cao Ye The waves are rolling to the south of Junshan, and a visitor is worried about two things.
The body returns to Chuze piece by piece, and the soul follows the flowing water to Qinchuan. The moon returns to Pubei to find snow, and the trees in the east of the lake are a little smokey.
I want to climb up the building and look west, but the north wind urges me to board the Dongting boat. Title: Shu Xiang Cao Ye If his fame reaches that of the Yizi, he will definitely plan to sail across the Dongting.
The willow-colored lake is so kind to me, and my heart is neither drunk nor awake. Returning to Hometown Occasion by He Zhizhang I have been away from my hometown for many years, and recently I have been busy with people.
Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. Collecting Lotus Seeds, Huangfu Pine, The boat is moving, the lake is shining with autumn light, and young people are greedy to see the flow of the boat.
Tossing lotus seeds across the water for no reason is humiliating for a long time. Fisherman Zhang Zhihe The moon is full in Qingcao Lake, and the fisherman of Baling is dancing.
Fishing with cars and boats, enjoying the storm without any worries. Climbing the Yueyang Tower in the Rain and Looking at Junshan by Huang Tingjian. The wind and rain abound in the river, leaning on the railing alone, tying up the twelve servant girls of Xiang'e.
It’s a pity that you can’t see the green mountains from the surface of the lake. Sending Congratulations to Guests Returning to Vietnam Li Bai The flowing water of Jinghu Lake is clear and clear, and many crazy guests return to their boats to enjoy themselves.
If the Shanyin scholars meet each other, they should write "Huang Ting for White Goose". Looking at the Dongting Liu Yuxi The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished.
Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake Qing Xu Chengzu I have traveled to the Qing Dynasty for a hundred times without planning to return it, but the lonely pavilion is good among the water and clouds.
The pavilion is empty and bright on all sides, with a city on one side and mountains on three sides.
With Yan Qiantang, he climbed Zhangting Pavilion and looked at the tide. It was written by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Hearing thunder and shaking for hundreds of miles, he stopped playing the string for a while.
The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide. The sun is shining, the autumn sky is clear, and the floating sky is clear.
The stormy waves come like snow, and a mountain is cold. Night Pan West Lake Ming Dong Sizhang puts the moon on the West Lake, and the thousands of mountains are haloed with green autumn smoke.
During the second watch, water birds don’t know where to stay and fly up to Wanghu Pavilion. Viewing Fish in Huagang, Qing Dynasty by Xu Chengzu. The water is filled with fresh red and blue sky, and the scenery of Luyuan is full of Qiu Ruins.
I only feel the joy of swimming in the fish, and I also forget about the joy of fish. Spring Title on the Lake by Bai Juyi Spring comes on the lake like a painting, with chaotic peaks surrounding it spread out horizontally.
The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart. The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows the new crop.
If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of it is this lake. Returning to the West Lake in the evening and looking back at the Gushan Temple to give gifts to all the guests. Bai Juyi. Liuhu Songdao Lotus Temple. Returning to the temple in the evening.
The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Lujuzi, and the palm leaves are playing in the water and the wind is cool. The mist is clear and the sky is blue, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.
When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea.