Poems praising Wuhu, Anhui Province

The poem about Wuhu is 1. Are there any poems about Wuhu or something?

Lin Bu, "Crossing Wuhu County" in the Northern Song Dynasty

In the poem, I love Du Chizhou and say that Wuhu wins the tour.

Shan Yan County starts from the north and crosses the official highway to the west.

The wind is a little strong, the net has begun to fall, and it hasn't rained yet.

It's best to have two or three monks' homes. Loose clothes and stones make the mountain quiet.

Looking at Tianmen Mountain Tang Libai

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

Tang Tara on Nanling Road

Nanling water is leisurely, the wind is tight and the clouds are light.

It's a lonely place, and tea depends on the bottom of the river.

Zheshan Huang Tingjian in Northern Song Dynasty

Reading is red and snow is green.

When the ice breaks, the village is afraid of the road.

Jade peak condenses everything, and green calyx surrounds snails.

In Jian Mo's cold light is too big.

2. Are there any poems about Wuhu or something else?

Jiangxia gave Wei Nanling ice, Li Bai and Hu Jiao Ma Jing Chen and drank Tianjin water.

You are near Jiuquan for Zhangye, and I have traveled nine thousand miles since March 8th. The world is new and the law is wide, and the yelang moves the frost and cold.

The memory of an old friend is invisible in the west, and the east wind is Chang 'an's dream. I suddenly met here in Ningqi, and my surprise was like falling smoke.

Yu Di manages four banquets, but it's hard to make a long sentence. Yesterday, the embroidered clothes were blue and sick as peaches and plums.

I used to ride a horse, but now I ride a vassal gate in Money Festival. Lai meets Nanping with a clear mind, and the master holds a clear theory.

There is a mountain like Wan Liyun, and it is boring to look around the sky. People are still bored and have suffered for a long time.

Worry comes to drink 2000 stones, cold ash warms up spring. Drunk mountain masters can ride horses, especially romantic masters.

Monks are full of clouds and full moons, and the scenery has always been unsatisfactory. Otherwise, you will beat gongs and drums, play surging streams, and call for the songs of Jiangnan's daughters.

I will smash the Yellow Crane Tower for you, and you will smash Nautilus Island for me. Chibi is like a dream, singing and dancing.

Answer Du Xiucai's gift to Wusong Mountain (Wusong Mountain is in Wuli, west of Nanling Copper Mine). Li Bai gave a long yangfu yesterday. It was a happy day. At that time, it was necessary to write a letter to Cheng Ming, all of which were unfinished.

Give Feilong two Tianma horses and a white jade saddle with gold wrapped head. Clouds cover the sun and never return, always destroying purple orchids for autumn wind.

Horn towel goes out to the mountain road in the east, picking songs and grass. The road meets the garden and smiles at people. Gentlemen, it's no good solving it.

I heard that Jinling is full of dragons and tigers, and I watched Chang 'an with Xie Shu. Qianfeng pinch water to Qiupu, and Wusongshan becomes Xia Han.

The bronze well was burned for nine days, and the tripod was cast in front of Jingshan Mountain. Peach is full of electricity, and I look back at the purple smoke.

Is this a place that stays for a long time and wants to burn Dan from the column? I like to listen to the breeze lying high and blowing away all the inflammation.

Climb the cliff and see Kyushu independently. Who wants to play in spring? Wen Jun visited Jincheng a few years ago, and Zhangqiu Shangshu fell in love with him.

There was an endless stream of players playing Feitian Notes, and gobbledygook gave Rong En a question. Dirty can't just be a group, it has become famous so far.

The master's writing style is peerless, and Wu Song's new works are popular all over the world. Yan Bo was not invited by Xie Shang. There was a romantic relationship between generations, and it was fun to meet once.

The sleeves blow white clouds and open the pipa, playing the sound of the Three Gorges flowing spring. Don't go to Wuling from here. After that, the peach blossoms are in late spring.

Enjoy Zhang Qing's stay in Nanling, and see the bright moon coming out of Lucheng East, as bright as snow in the sky. Lu female surprised the chicken and the machine responded to the autumn festival.

Missing the night, the fire falls and the golden wind is high. He Han hung up a family, and he wanted to help.

I once said goodbye to Lin Qiu, but Yunlong suddenly met. The guest star did not move and went straight to Luoyang Hall.

There you are. The remaining seven leaves are Han's. As a guest of Xiapi, I have a book of Jojo at home.

When Fu Shuo has no dreams, he will eventually start a rock field. Galloping through the ages, the stars are shining in the world.

I haven't seen you, so I'm the long-term policy director. Treasure knife hides jade box, rusty and empty.

I am stupid, and my soil is light. Once you climb the dragon, the frog lives in peace.

Therefore, there will be wine in the mountains, and I will pour gold with you. Year: Tang Author: Xu Hun's works: seeing Li Shaofu off in Nanling and traveling in Chu Yun.

The sword should be strong in heart and the book should be poor. Set sail for Qiushui Temple and drive the horse to Sunset Mountain.

Tomorrow, Captain Nanchang, Kongzhai will close again. Age: Tang Author: Li Bai's works: Nanling travels with Chang Zanfu, and the Anshi River in Wusong Mountain is full of waves, and the wind is still blowing alone.

Escape from the sea, high feelings come out of the world. The supernatural can be tracked, but it is idle with the world.

I will come to Panasonic to buy wine and climb in poverty. This ancient and unique gathering place for the elderly is named Wusong Mountain.

Wusong is quiet and has beautiful scenery. Xiaosa is full of caves and valleys, and it is rainy and windy all year round.

It rang into Baiquan and sounded like the Three Gorges. Cut bamboo and sweep smallpox, and be proud of your official tour.

If Kokuryudo can rest, I want to go back to intensive training. Year: Tang Author: Li Bai's Works: Send Wei Nanling's ice to yujiang county County to find ... the south ship is slow because of the east wind, and the north ship is slow.

When we met on the river, I asked you, the wind blew away. When Wen Jun took a geisha to visit his lover, it should be that Shangshu neglected his health.

There are three thousand beads in the class and hundreds of Jin Quan in the urn. Hate me for blocking this fun and staying for a long time, Chu Jiang Bin.

The moonlight is intoxicating, and the mountain flowers are brilliant. Spring breeze kills people, one day plays for three years.

It's too late to have fun now, but it will ruin our ship. I dreamed that I could hang a whip.

When will we arrive in Penze, Ling Tao, Long song? Guo Fanchang Author: Chen Zaodai: Song Ci: Mountains and rivers set each other off, bamboo trees hide from each other.

Live in the mountains and rivers and forget the ancient county. At the beginning of the boating hole, the old concept recommended itself.

The mountains are high with clouds, and the clouds cover the indigo. Comfort my dusty face and enjoy this misty face.

The foot of the mountain is used to running, and Cao Wei is very humble. County people should refer to the spirit likeness and change their temples and faces.

The drifting canal is unknown, and my heart is anxious. After 20 years of support, I turned to reading the news.

An old friend is half dead, but the living is still Haidian. In the Ming Dynasty, I went to school and Shanying practiced in the river.

Andrew is like a mountain. We met each other late. Wuzhi (Tang) was born in Wuhu County, Baili County, and the Han Dynasty sealed Hou Cong.

It rains in autumn, and the tide rises late in Shapu. Offshore fish are rich in salt, chestnut and wheat.

Meet the old man and praise Tang Yao.

3. Poems about the beautiful hometown of Wuhu

1, the way home, the day I left home, the way home always reached my thoughts at the moment I closed my eyes, and the way home was full of my childhood joys and sorrows. Sweet and sour. Tears and smiles now feel that no matter whether it was bitter or sweet at the beginning, it is a melodious song in my memory. The road of a clear spring hometown carries my yesterday. Yesterday, I was in rags, running with the wind, chasing smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. I feel homesick in the rain. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The moon is brightly lit and the beans are yellow. The breeze unveiled the skirt of the night. So I put wings in the dreams of mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. Step on a car crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times does dusty dust fly back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has it fallen in the middle of the night in his hometown? How many times does the stream slowly flow back to the homesickness in the wanderer's dream? How many times has this beautiful scenery flowed out in the poems of the wanderer? How many times have the flowers returned to the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. From the deep eyes of my hometown, I pulled out my lingering attachment to my hometown, and the wheel ran over the mountain road of my hometown. So there is a corner of vicissitudes hidden in the gap of leaves. After 7 noon, I woke up. My hometown is used to entertaining wanderers who come home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. The sound of wind, birds, crows and tractors awakened hot money from dreams. The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles. In spring, the sound of birds and the laughter of children echo outside the wooden fence. Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope echoed in his hometown village. The children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms. The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring. Look, there are a group of birds flapping their wings on the old locust tree and flying west towards the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. The winding mountain road has left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes floating to the distant place of their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distant place of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain dances with the wind, and the pools and fertile fields under the mountain. The fragrance of the green fields is like the pulse of the river in the canyon. In spring, the branches of apricot trees are endless. There are green leaves covering the sky in summer. In cool autumn, the continuous rain can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of snow, but the impulsive feelings of young people can't be buried. On the other side of the mountain, there are endless smoke, endless rivers and endless beautiful scenery in my hometown. Endless comfort always moistens into an idyllic beauty and stays in my memory. The night sky is curved, and the waning moon stares at the lights of thousands of households with tired eyes, and the warmth spills into the night sky through the window. Perhaps only the house in your own home will have lasting warm thoughts. This is a lonely figure. Dream is a missing heart. True feelings come from the heart and love. At this time, the midnight bell has already rung, and a homesick wanderer is looking at the horizon by the faint candlelight. 1 1 The wanderer is homesick and the moonlight is dim. The moon in my hometown is bright in my dream, and the wandering heart is in love with the crescent moon among the stars in my hometown, but my parents are looking forward to his eyes, while my brothers and sisters' affectionate wishes are more like lovers' peach petals. I stand at the top of the night. Gathering the smoke from my hometown, I miss my hometown deeply, but it is crushed and sprinkled to my hometown in the moonlight at night. 12 Dashangou-my home, the land on the Loess Plateau, has cracked a big crack here, and a sunken pit lies in my hometown. The rolling mountains extend to the end of the field of vision, steadily like a lying lion, and the abrupt peaks stand there day and night.

4. Su Shi's poems about Wuhu

In June of the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084), Su Dongpo was invited to Wuhu and was warmly received by abbot Yunxiang. After visiting the newly-built Mengri Pavilion and Bayside Pavilion, he happily wrote the poem "Huyin Qu" and wrote an inscription at the end of the book: "Yuanfeng lived in Huangzhou for five years. Yun Xiang, a monk from Tianyuan, Dongcheng, Wuhu, invited a copy of Zhilang to engrave the word on a stone as a story of Hu Yin. Ezhou satrap Chen wrote his book to help him. On June 23, 2007, I crossed Wuhu, and it was the book that left Hunan, which made it unforgettable. The deputy ambassador of Zhangzhou Tuanlian has a foreign Soviet uncle. "

Su Shi wrote a seven-character ancient poem "Huyin Qu" in Tianyuan, Dongcheng, reciting "playing whip in spring" and limping a few words. Yun Xiang carved it into a poem tablet, which no longer exists. Only the inscription has been handed down from generation to generation, which is contained in Wuhu County Records. Su Shi inherited the old theory and mistakenly named the title of Yu Hu Qu as Hu Yin Qu.

5. All poems with the word "Wuhu".

First song

An altar is dedicated to the red front, and the splendid business circle believes in it.

When you inhale the fragrance, you can do well, and the fragrant couple can hold together.

When you wake up, you should remember to advocate and abolish and see what the world has done.

The celestial fairy court speaks Tudor, and the human market is bathed in the spring breeze.

—— Notes on Flower Watching Clock at the Gate of Wuhu Pedestrian Street

The second song

The front pond is full of green seeds, so why worry about buying green seeds?

Spring wakes up a hundred beaches and leaves, and dreams back to Qianpu Yunshui Town.

It's hard to leave the cottage. I'm glad to come to Guangshachang together.

Eat and drink, live in peace, spend money to buy the beauty of your children, and give me a banquet in the middle of the waves.

-Go for an outing in Ting (Part I)

The third song

The grasshoppers in Jiangzhou play with spring again, which shows that the scenery is new.

The phoenix wings invite smoke to take pipa, and the dragon embankment draws waves to help Ping Jin.

When praying for turning over water, there is no trouble, and natural disasters are young and poor.

Although Sangtian is fickle, he often follows the crowd.

-"Talking in Court" (Part Two)

The fourth song

It's a little cold when you don't feel blue, but it doesn't hurt to take it with you.

Shoulder wheel two buckets of sand drops, eye illusion Qian Fan sequence tail voyage.

Sell old cans and look at yourself and see who is crazy after the bones are restored.

The returning guests in the Jianghu are warm-hearted and smiling.

-Jiangzhou carries water and drinks it yourself.

The fifth song

Who knows the railing at night, half the peak is long apart.

The color borrowed Yu Ke's infatuation with Xiao Du, and the light added a cold cloak to the silver bath.

Xihua falls on the moon and sinks into the river to the left, while North Que Qingyun serves the sunrise at sea.

Let the villagers in Lu Xian be independent, and their homesickness will be reflected in the ruins.

-endowed with "an old dress reflects homesickness" (choose one)

song 6

Birds' feathers blow the city gate, and there are old nest marks in their eyes.

Green pythons are buried in the tidal waves on the fence, and white pomfrets are kept in submerged rudder boats.

The river is hard to see, but Pu Wei doesn't know the village.

This document was copied according to Qiong Yao's words, and nothing was left in it.

-Wu cheng knows snow.

6. Poems of historical celebrities in three counties of Wuhu

There is no road under the green wall by the pool, when will the thunderstorm wear?

The light shook the rocks, walked to the temple and went deep into the shadows. I want to see rhinoceros, and dragons want to sleep.

Who can sit on a lonely stone and try Buddhism? The south temple climbs rocks in the east and fears crossing the bridge in the west.

Bitan is like a test, white pagoda is bitter. The feedback from the wilderness is meager, and the village is lonely.

The road is exhausted, and the pine and laurel are withered. The North Temple was spread in the early Tang Dynasty, and there was no monument after the chaos.

Those who fear tigers close their doors early, and those who fear tigers close their doors late. The mountain spring is in the urn, and the wild osmanthus is difficult to cook.

If you believe in beauty for a long time, you must first learn to endure hunger. Ma Rong's stone room was not hired by the general, so he went out directly in the early season.

Crimson yarn is born ignorant, but Cang Shi can still stay. Do harm in Liang Ji, why do you want to trap Hou Li.

I'm careful not to carve poems. The ape crane is ashamed of you. The jade girl plays the flute in the cave and is alone all year round.

The stone spring is the mirror of dawn, and the mountain moon is the curtain hook. At the end of the year, the Chinese fir and maple are exhausted, and people are worried about fog and rain.

Seeing off and welcoming should be humble. Who will succeed Chen Chu? Love jade girl cave water caused two bottles of water to be taken back after fear. She was the witness of the messenger. Because the bamboo was broken as a deed, the monk hid one of them as an exchange letter. In the play, it is said that the water transfer symbol has been deceiving for a long time, and the city has land titles.

Who knows that at the foot of Nanshan, taking water is also a symbol. In ancient times, molecules and Bo were as bright as cranes and cranes.

I thank you for this today, but I don't care if there is a symbol. I am often afraid of people who draw water. I am wise.

If you prevent more, you will pass, and if you abandon it, you will sigh. From Xianyou back to Heishui, I saw Yao's pavilion, which was absolutely lovely. I rested in the crow valley on the mountain, as if reporting to tourists.

I still care about going out, but I will be miserable if I go to my house. The road is difficult and circuitous, and you can recover from it.

There is a dangerous building by the stream. Let's talk about it later. Love people in this mountain, as ethereal as a fairy.

I have longed for independence all my life, and I am the same official. Hu pays close attention to this stream.

It's a pity to read the kindness of the country for a long time. The breeze is so sad, it is an eternal track.

Thank you for which year, Dansha will stay in the news. There is a scenic pavilion in Nanxi, and there is nothing to see between pavilions. I don't call it by name. The west is near the shore, but I can overlook it and have no time to take care of it. It is specially named a poem, telling tourists how many times they have moved. The cornice is close to the ancient road, and the number of tourists is high.

If you don't hide the public, you must say it. We are divided into settlements and fireworks are near the city.

The forest lacks lake light and leaks, and the window is bright and clean. Residents are just white hats, and passers-by are all Zhu Lun.

The mountain is good for the hole, and the wind is drunk. Whoever rebuilds in another year will not need to build the old system.

Even if I am old, I can still be a guest. Xu Lingtai is much more grateful, and the road is straight.

Not so on stage, raise wine and invite Qingshan. Although the green hills are far away, they seem to recognize the faces of the public.

Go to a secluded place to enjoy it and put it in the open air. The setting sun holds the green wall, and the dusk clouds light the cigarette.

Hogg rejoiced and deleted the meaning at the end of the ceremony. It's another year's dusk, and light snow sprinkles robes.

The official retreats like a sweep, and the guests climb bravely. The geese flew in front of the stage, and the bow was carved on the stage.

Falling into the air, I was stunned by a smile. Bamboo savage offers bamboo, and his waist and abdomen are as big as angels.

You get what you say by the roadside, and you don't have to pay for it. Easy to make smooth, chaotic and thin.

Although there are more than two teeth, four feet can only imitate. Everyone surprises themselves and takes them off when they are bored.

Reading is a bit rough, and knives are a waste. Birds are too hasty to be ashamed.

There are solitary bears in Nanshan, so they choose animals to lick their paws. Fish in the pond (the pond is in the county. )

Frost narration broke into a double mask with a long fish lying like a sword inside. Arnebia euchroma wears the gills badly, and the red scales are shining.

Although it is still moving, it is dyed before it is ripe. Sitting in front of the guests is a relief, and the fragrant rice is full, such as filling the ditch.

In my early years, I tried to be a guest in Zhu Jing, and yellow croaker often ate Shatou Store. Riverside is easy to collect and no longer precious, and it is arrogant to abandon it.

What happened to the Western Expedition? I want the south to cook for a long time. Swimming AA2 is obscene, empty and fishy, and the bones move freely.

How to report feedback from old friends in different places? The guest was surprised for a long time and suddenly supported. The host country has nothing to say, and there are many western friends.

I am lucky enough to read the Taoist scriptures and give them to you, even in the Kremlin. There are thousands of letters in the palace.

Sheng Dan suite, braving the green light. Wang Qiao took the key, and Chiyou guarded his house.

Use leisure to steal and stir, dabble in leisure. When people realize a word, the Tao is empty.

The mind is idle and introspective, as bright as a lotus. Chitose is world-weary, which is embarrassing.

Everyone ignored his body and treated it with it. What leisure and the world, I haven't eliminated my worries.

1February 14 It snowed lightly in the evening, and I will go to Nanxi for a drink tomorrow morning until very late. The snow in Nanxi is really priceless, and it hasn't disappeared after a walk. I was the first person who made a mistake while wearing hazelnuts alone to find traces.

Who pity the broken house and sit in the village hungry? Only the crow knows the guest's intention at dusk, and it is a surprise to fly thousands of dollars.

In mid-September, I wrote two short poems about bamboo in Nanxi, and then I forgot them. Swimming yesterday, I recorded the lake rustling and raining, and the hills were hazy and cloudy. The pool will be exhausted, and the city people will return to the tiger.

Who is the Jianghu Mansion, not the Tiger and Leopard Mansion? Can't you burn mountains? Love it.

Sizhu supervised the reed burning garden because he asked the capital to check the firewood and let his disciples hunt the reeds in the official garden and set them on fire, like red light in late winter. When the dead leaves burn out, they will have roots, and the spring rain will germinate as soon as it is washed.

The yellow fox and the old rabbit are the most cunning. They often brag about selling and insulting all animals. Every year, I don't realize this, but I like being close to home.

The wind returns to the flame and the tail is hot, and it wants to be covered by the goshawk. For a savage, this is the happiest thing, with his bare hands all over the car.

General patrolling the border is near the city, and a spear fork cries. Garrison soldiers can be tried for a long time, although the drums are still frozen.

Ambitious to fight the Nanjian tiger, the tactics are quite like the long mountain snake. There is no way to fly away from the wildness of first frost, dry fire and violent explosion.

When you meet people, you meet arrows, avoid dogs and flee to the poor. I never tire of beating fresh horses, but I'm afraid the sunset will urge crows to live.

A few have to sit on the flag, and the pheasant rabbit is divided. The host bought wine and gathered crazy people, and the words after drinking were even worse.

Burnt hair and burnt meat are busy cutting. I'm going after Wei. Qingqiu Yunmeng ancient land, and this is a hundred times more.

Suffered from remonstrance and was laughed at by the guests. Is it like an idle official going to the mountain city, not letting go and running to the government?

A&M came to the end of their lives. Although they rode a few cars, they were very good. You don't tell me when you are drunk, but when you are hunting, the frost blows your hat.

He Zi takes water from Mushan. The Shujiang River has long seen surging waves, and the dry river is far away. I can also go to the countryside for three calves, so I don't care about Jiquan.

Rough and kind people should laugh, indifference is self-indulgence. I look forward to enjoying a cool and sunny night forever, with the moonlight shining in front of the window.

A thousand-year-old tree lies without a tip, and the waves and sand turn over like a gourd ladle. After several years of autumn moss halo, it has been responding to the tidal flow of the river.

I suddenly suspected that there was a dragon vomiting, and everyone at the broken place said it was thunder. There's no need to be depressed about Sammy, because the material is great.

Post a topic: Super Taishou of Xingzhou has opened a new pool of 100 mu in Gudongchi, next to Guo Xie, and passers-by are full of praise. Calling yourself an official is like spiritual luck, which can make the country look like Yongjia.

Indulge in drinking and sitting around, and you will find peach blossoms everywhere. The unbearable mountain bird went home and sent Wang Sun to remember his family.

Huayin didn't want to go home after seeing her son off for three years. She dreamed of going home. Wax wine is sent to the cold country, and the east wind blows snow to fill the clothes.

Three peaks have passed, and four rows look at the sunshine leaves. I can't help but commit suicide.

7. Poetry idioms about "Being a civilized teenager and creating the most beautiful Wuhu"

landscape of lakes and mountains

hú guāng shān sè

Explain the lakes and mountains. There are mountains and waters with beautiful scenery.

The source of the Song Dynasty's "Dream of the Five Generations": "Hang Cheng's lakes and mountains are beautiful, and the clock is a figure, so it is absolutely the world."

Structural combination.

The usage is awesome Describe the beautiful natural scenery.

Positive timbre; Can't be pronounced "sh m 4 i".

Distinguish the lake; Can't write "Hu"

Synonym is beautiful scenery.

The antonym of entering wasteland

example sentence

(1) Hangzhou West Lake is like a mirror; Reflect the beautiful mountains around; Rowing on the lake; ~; have a panoramic view

(2) The Summer Palace is fascinating.