Poetry describing Guilin: Modern Poetry

Shan Qing, Shui Xiu, Dong Qi, Shi Mei? It can be called the four wonders of Guilin. Guilin, the picturesque scenery of strange mountains is your beam, and the misty clouds are your veils. Are there any modern poems about Guilin? The following is a poem describing Guilin that I compiled for you. I hope you like it. Poem 1 describing Guilin: Guilin, my paradise

The green hills are close to the beautiful still water

The intoxicating breeze lifts layers of soft waves

The sweet and moving sound is echoing

! Guilin, the paradise I once longed for deeply

the ancient intestines stretching along the winding Lijiang River

the fragrance in the osmanthus dew on the shore

I once held your soul in my dream

! Guilin, the direction I was eager for

the clear spring flowing in the secluded cave is tearful

the wall is dripping with cold water droplets

the heartless rose stone is still indifferent

! Guilin, I once thought sadly about

now, after so many years of vicissitudes,

I can't help asking again

in the face of this passionate landscape? Is it ok?

Poem II describing Guilin: I was fascinated by the scenery in Guilin

Very early on

You were a beautiful dream

Downloaded in my mind from a primary school textbook

You were like a fruity candy in my childhood

I was always sweet in your dream

I dreamed that the banyan tree bore fruit

. Spleen

like my first lover

makes me miss you so much

how beautiful it is to be head over heels in love with you

. Guilin

This is due to the innocent expectation of girls

So many flower escorts

So many graceful

Every drop of water

Every grass

is so affectionate

I am amazing

Your pure beauty

Your introverted charm

. Under the umbrella, I

leisurely fish in the dancing water

What kind of landscape is this

My motherland

Which painter

can paint her flowing beauty

Which poet

can refuse her fascinating artistic conception

The clear Lijiang River flows to Yangshuo

The beauty of the world is swept away.

How many Chinese and foreign tourists have been drunk

How can I savor this dazzling landscape

Then close your eyes

Let me gently hold your face

Hold you in my arms

Like tasting a drop of wine that has been hidden for a long time

Lick it with the tip of your tongue

Kiss it with your lips

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I think of Guilin

I also think of Sanlidian

On that cold night twenty years ago

Some students who just studied at Normal University

? Thirteen dollars! ? In exchange for a black pot of snail

Illicium verum in a Chinese medicine bag

The hot and spicy pepper is their eternal delicacy

When you think of Guilin

, you think of Yangzhi Pavilion in Wangcheng

? The mountain is up? Scene line stop?

standing at the foot of the high Xiufeng Mountain, I looked up and mused

thinking of Guilin

and thinking of the unique flavor of rice noodles

? Add some sour beans! ? Add some beef slices! ?

The soybean of Xiangbubu exercises the teeth of Zanthoxylum nitidum.

I think of Guilin

I also think of the braised egg sweet and sour fish in Normal University

There is fat in the loose button, and I insist on not giving up for two years

The lean meat package is too small, and it takes five boiled water to barely satisfy my hunger in the morning

You don't know that I was still growing in knowledge in those years

I think of Guilin

I also think of you

Borrowing and returning books and inviting me to a movie

. I'm afraid to pull your shyness and whisper to you

I'm afraid to breathe your breath through your black hair, not my hand

I was a rare outstanding young man in those days

I think of Guilin

I also think of the golden sunset in that farmland

We touched mussels to catch grass carp and dig horseshoes?

Half the moon has risen when the harvest is mentioned

Poem 4 describing Guilin: In April, Guilin

Clouds are falling and sparkling

Meeting under the blue sky in April

In a waiting

The mountains are blooming

The reflection in the lake light

There are deep and shallow

Looking up at the sky and bowing your head to miss

. A name

calls for a silent sky

Mountains and rivers pass by time

In this season, I lost my way

I used to look for the post station I missed with my eyes

In fact, I had already left my place

The rain fell on the streets of the small town

The cornices of Yangshuo, an ancient city

My wings were wet

With the thoughts of flying rain < The flowers are in full bloom

the stars at night

change its orientation

the long-lost heart light

watch the flowers that will never be left behind

I listen to the dream that will never melt with sincerity

However, at the moment of turning around, I

feel like a dream is crystal broken

leave the landscape under heaven

scattered fragments

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