1. Poems about Simian Mountain
Poems about Simian Mountain 1. Poems describing Simian Mountain in Jiangjin
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For looking at the eyes, morning and evening. The good wind drives the rain over the mountain, blowing away the summer heat.
The gauze kitchen is like mist, the mat pattern is like water, and there is no cool place. Ice skin is not stained by lead.
More delicate, really fragrant. Linfeng's song is the most charming and can make passers-by stop.
After the lotus flowers are put out, and the mignonette blooms, I will wait for you to go with Cheng Luan.
2. Poems related to Jiangjin, Chongqing
1.
Jijiang, please give me spring
I want to be there Tall buildings grow out of the homesickness of tears
Grow out on the riverside road
The longing of all the grass
What a wonderful sunshine, mother
After a winter, all the coldness will be blown away by the wind
All the deep alleys, including the Bamboo Alley
Along with the old walls from the Republic of China period
All will grow in the buildings of spring
Mother’s song that will never disappear
So much blood, just in the laughter of grandma
Stop the pain, stop running.
Several rivers, the sound of our waves warms us
The panicked aunts and uncles
In the distant gunfire of the Republic of China
With Dingshan Spring
Laughter as red as peach blossoms
That is a Sichuan Opera theater, with the laughter of the old era wafting out
It is still modern Fengli
Jiangjin Baijiu, Rose Brand Rice Krispie Treats
With a few rivers, the mellow taste of thousands of years?
2.
In the slightly sweet water, there are still nostalgic birds
Crossing the small town of Degan, towards the barren slopes and grass of Wutan
p>Several rivers. Your pain is all my internal injuries
What kind of rush do I have to go through to find the spring in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and place the tombs of my hometown
Tear apart Flowers, I am about to cry again.
Several rivers, in fact, I just want to grow a bird's wicker on the thin waist of spring
Let the river bed under the flowing water
There are more spring expectations
Unlike me, I talk about my hometown
I talk about the loess of my relatives, and I want to aggravate you with misery
The weight of it
Looking up, I still saw the spring scenery of Wutan
I saw the solid bridges on several rivers
I saw Rongzhen Square, Langshan The New District area is full of high-rise buildings and fashionable and prosperous
Seeing Baishali City, demolished and changed
Day and night, it is beautiful and full of hope for a new era
3.
Well, Ikue, let’s stop being sad
Lower your head in the warmth of mother’s milk
Talk about the clear sound of Shimen Buddha
Talk about the clear mist of Luolai Mountain and the coolness of Simian Mountain
Oh, Jijiang, I still want to talk about you
The spring breeze blows on both sides of the river, and the green grass grows again
Inch by inch, it blossoms into mother
The flower cloth clothes of the early years
How can I forget your glory!
How can we forget Wu Fangji’s poems and ancient tombs
Forget Chen Duxiu and Deng Ruozeng
The old days spent in Jiangjin
How can we forget Can I forget, dear Marshal Nie Rongzhen
Polish Jiangjin’s name
Use a stalwart life
Forge the light of Wutan
I I want to bow my head again.
Jijiang
This time, I am ashamed of Langjiacun
I am ashamed of my own poems!
So much water shines in Jijiang’s arms
And how small I am——
Jijiang, my poems about you are too thin
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No single line can describe the true light you have had for thousands of years!
4.
I can’t tell you about Homecoming. A few rivers
The pain in my chest is as red as blood
In the spring of my hometown, it surges and agitates
Mother, these are my warm tears Got it!
Just like the Sancha River in Wutan, with three twists and turns
It rushes into the Youxi River and merges into several rivers
It will make my eyes wide open every year. Nostalgia
Drop by drop, they merge into the river of time
The river of life
Farewell. Return home. Looking back and yearning
All the growth related to the vegetation in my hometown
is in my poems, becoming a spirit
becoming a direction
5.
Jijiang, I have nothing else
After so many years, there is only pain, only injury
Only right Relatives, your never-ending blessings and remembrances
Only in your clear reflection
can I have the meaning of existence
and light
You have already accepted my mediocrity, mother!
You have already provided me with a warm river bed in my middle age when my ideals were ruined
Father, I will no longer describe Yin Yang Bay
< p> Collapsed old wallWe only talk about the beauty of Wutan New Village
Just talk about the tall buildings on both sides of the river
Like every inch of spring grass
p>So sunny and so lush
Jijiang, let it be green in your arms!
Green becomes a willow tree and a grass in Jiangjin
Year after year, hold your warm name tightly
It keeps flowing Tears, calling you:
"Hometown, my hometown——"
"Dad, mother, my father and mother——"
3. Who is Know the poems describing the landscape of Bashu
Bamboo Ode of Bashu
Yongchuan in western Chongqing is full of green tea and vermilion bamboo; Yibin in southern Sichuan is full of green water and green mountains. There are eight famous names in the four places, and there are like clouds of wanderers. For five thousand years, it has been like a sea of ??bamboos in Bashu; it has helped countless people, like a Chinese poet. It reaches the ancient capital of Xi'an in the north, Meashi in Kunming in the south, Youcheng in Chengdu in the west, and Jiangzhou in Chongqing in the east. A land of great splendor and abundance, a land of heavenly treasures; talented people are regarded as wonders in ancient and modern times, and outstanding people and spirits. From Bashu in ancient times to Sichuan and Chongqing today, they are all in the same basin. They are surrounded by mountains and rivers, cut across by the Qinling Mountains, with splendid rivers and rivers, strange flowers and rocks, and bamboos as the gentlemen. Looking at the bamboo sea in Tea Mountain, there are ambushes from all sides; facing the bamboo sea in the south of Shu, there are sounds of Shu from all directions. The rope cuts the wood, the water drips through the stone, and the sand accumulates to form the tower. Work diligently to sow seeds and work hard. Foolish Old Man can move mountains, Jingwei can fill seas. Bashu is simple and charming, and its bamboo sea is famous far and wide. The elegance and literature are evident, and the chariots and carriages are full of energy; the virtuous people are kind and affectionate, and there are numerous documents that can be recited.
The tea mountain and bamboo sea, the fragrance of tea and bamboo, the fresh air, the natural leisure life, the golden basin of pure lake, the green bamboo villa; the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan, the sweet spring of the stream, the vast mist, the high hanging waterfall, the winding The path leads to secluded ancient temples and Buddhist temples - all of them are beautiful and delicious!
The Milky Way pours down clear water, the Yaochi descends into Guangping, the pearls in the arms are filled with jade, and the flying fire flows into the gold. There are no bamboos in a dangerous building a hundred feet tall, but there are thousands of tall bamboos in the mountains to provide shade. The bamboo tips above can break through the heavenly palace, and the bamboo roots below can move the earth and the underworld. There is an ancient saying that the world's granary is in Bashu, and there is inexhaustible food; today there is a saying that in the Chinese Bamboo Sea, there are Sichuan and Chongqing, and the bamboo is the king. Qinghu! Love between Bashu and mountains and rivers! Beautiful! The bamboo is beautiful above the grass and trees! So majestic! Tianfu Xiong is within China!
The spring breeze is warm, the summer rain is moist, the autumn sun is bright, and the winter snow is crystal clear. Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are called the four gentlemen. The plum is proud of the snow and not inferior to it, the orchid is elegant and noble, the chrysanthemum is beautiful in the frost, but the bamboo is upright and orderly!
Ba Shu travels and chants
The road of Shu is difficult to travel, and the monks of Shu travel.
The prime minister of Shu founded the country, and the women of Shu fell in love.
There are many things that govern the rise and fall of chaos,
There are heroes who sing the strong wind.
4. Poems related to Jiangjin, Chongqing
1. Jijiang, please give me spring. I want to grow tall buildings and grow all the grass on the riverside road in the nostalgia of tears. What a wonderful sunshine I long for. After my mother’s winter, all the cold will be blown away by the wind. All the deep alleys, together with the mottled bamboo alleys and the old walls from the Republic of China, will grow in the spring buildings, my mother’s eternal growth. There was so much blood in the song that never disappeared, and the pain and running stopped in the laughter of my grandmother.
Several rivers, the sound of our waves warmed the panicked aunts, and the uncles had the laughter as red as peach blossoms in the spring of Dingshan in the distant gunfire of the Republic of China. It was the Sichuan Opera Theater, floating out The laughter of the old days or the modern Fengli Jiangjin Baijiu and Rose Brand Rice Krispie Treats with the mellow taste of Jijiang and thousands of years? 2. In the slightly sweet water, there are still nostalgic birds crossing Degan Town and heading towards the barren slopes, grass and rivers of Wutan. Your pain is all my internal wounds. How can I find it in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River? The spring light that places the tombs in my hometown tears apart the flowers, and I want to cry again.
A few rivers, in fact, I just want to grow a bird's wicker on the thin waist of spring, so that the riverbed under the flowing water has more spring expectations. It's not like me, talking about my hometown and my relatives. Loess, I have to add sorrow to your weight. When I raised my head, I still saw the spring scenery of Wutan, saw the solid bridges on several rivers, saw Rongzhen Square, the high-rise buildings in Langshan New District, the fashionable and prosperous Baishali City, It is being demolished, changing day and night, and the hope of the new era is beautiful. 3. Well, Jijiang, let us stop our sadness and lower our heads, and talk about the clear voice of Shimen Buddha and the clear voice of Luolai Mountain in the warm milk of our mother. Fog, the coolness of the surrounding mountains, and the rivers, I still want to think of you. The spring breeze blows on both sides of the river, and the green grass grows again inch by inch, blooming into the flower cloth clothes of my mother's early years. How can I forget your glory! How can we forget the poems of Wu Fangji, the ancient tombs of Chen Duxiu, and the old days Deng Ruozeng spent in Jiangjin? My dear Marshal Nie Rongzhen polished the name of Jiangjin and forged the light of Wutan with his stalwart life. I want to bow my head again. This time, I am ashamed of Langjiacun and my own poems! So much water shines in the arms of Jijiang and how small I am - Jijiang, my poems about you are too thin and not a single line can describe the light you have had for thousands of years! 4. I can’t tell you about returning home in glory.
The pain in my chest is as red as blood, rushing in the spring of my hometown, stirring up my mother. These are my warm tears! Just like the Sancha River in Wutan, it rushes into the Youxi River with twists and turns, and merges into several rivers. It brings my broad nostalgia drop by drop, and merges it into the river of time and the river of life. Return home.
Looking back, yearning for all the growth related to the vegetation in my hometown is in my poems, becoming a spirit and a direction. 5. Several rivers, I have had nothing else for so many years, only Pain, only hurt, only the never-ending blessings and remembrance of my relatives have given me the meaning of existence and light in your clear reflection. You have already accepted my mediocrity, mother! You have already arranged for me in my middle age when my ideals were ruined. Father, you are a warm riverbed. We no longer describe the collapsed old wall of Yin Yang Bay. We only talk about the beauty of Wutan New Village. We only talk about the tall buildings on both sides of the river, like every inch of spring grass. The sunshine and the lush rivers are so green in your arms! Green becomes a willow tree in Jiangjin, and a grass grows year by year. I hold your warm name tightly and keep crying, calling you: "Hometown, my hometown-" "Mom, dad, my dad." mother--".