Xianmeiting's poems

1. Huang Qiao's poems describing Guan Dusk

Words describing dusk are:

The sunset glow is colorful and mottled with light and shadow. The sunset glow drops a little, and the sunset in the west is like blood, filled with smoke. The bird returns to the lantern in Hualin. At the beginning of the night, the sun sets, and the sun sets. The sun is setting all over the sky. The setting sun is melting gold, the setting sun is getting thinner, and the setting sun is getting thinner in Sang Yu. The west wind is fading, and the twilight is boundless.

Poems describing dusk are:

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

2. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at the west gate of Xunyang. Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.

3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.

At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.

5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

6. In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The sentences describing dusk are:

1, the sunset left a long shadow, a piece of blood red. ..... The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.

2. Every evening, the thick and heavy clouds in the sky can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap in the sunset, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea.

There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of dishes on the warm table, and mixed into a special taste. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.

The sky is getting dark and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole xx Mountain. There is only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood at the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Although it is summer, he still feels a little chilly. He stood there quietly, saying nothing, as if nothing existed.

There is always no sense of demarcation at night. God, whether it's black or not; The light, should I turn it on or not? Should the curtains be closed or not?

6. The sun has passed through at night.

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"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai

"This water runs through the heavens and the earth, and the mountains are there but not there." Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

"Long waves push forward waves, and even the mountains are cracked"-[Tang] Bai Juyi.

"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai

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3. The poem "Ling Jun" about Sangxiang;

Drums, harps and fragrances make you feel precious in the world.

Poetry becomes the seven steps of Wang Chen's recitation, and you must root it out and sing beautifully.

The cloud tree Yao thinks that the road is far away and the fragrance is steep.

It is customary to see smallpox scattered on the screen, to meet the benevolent wind and spring.

Three Mulberries in Seven Unique Poems

Mulberry houses are covered with green bushes, and the breeze path shows its beauty.

Staggered red and purple are ripe, and a ray of sweetness is dissolved in the bottom of my heart.

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It is the spring breeze in March, and Fang Rong still loves Qiongzhi.

Feelings have been brewed in deep purple, and you can know the taste of ups and downs.

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When I saw the spring breeze and rain, Yaotai said goodbye.

What caused the crimson Mo Wen to be dyed? Mulberry fruit is covered with poems.

Su Shi, a mulberry picker

Still emotionally sick.

In a beautiful building, meet with wine,

Laugh when you are happy.

Stop drinking and listen to the pipa.

Fine twist and light disturbance, drunk noodles melt into spring scenery,

Obliquely shines on Jiang Tianyi's blush.

4. Poems describing Du Juanhua Tang Bai Juyi: Shan Shiliu, pomegranate, a snail and a azalea.

Cuckoo crows and flowers flutter. In March, the cuckoo came to Jiujiang, and a rush made it bloom.

Jiangcheng has nothing to do, and there is nothing to grow in front of the hall below. A column of eighteen rotten trees has countless flowers in its roots.

Chiba, a thousand rooms, is fresh, tender, purple and deep red. Tears hurt your face, scissors cut a red scarf.

The fallen fairy fell into sorrow at the beginning of her life, and her daughter was newly married. The sun will shoot blood beads and the wind will burn people.

Hold those two branches in your hand, and it won't look like this world. It's like the beauty in flowers. Both hibiscus and peony are in Mo Mu.

Who is absolutely gorgeous? Notes on guest relocation in Tongzhou. At the beginning of gleaning, he was demoted to Jiangling, and when he went, he was in his twilight years.

On the good Qinling mountains, I am worried about killing the king, and the pomegranate flowers are red. What do you mean I write poetry? Bitter clouds are like pomegranate skirts.

At that time, I was the only one who thought about me, but today I only thought of you before the column. I don't see you sitting and selling, Xifeng Hong.

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty: Xiheshan pomegranate, Xiaoshushan pomegranate, built by laying bricks or stones, half with red calyx and flowers. It is known that Mrs. Sima is jealous and will not open it before the court.

Don Bai Juyi: I like the flowers in Shan Shiliu. I moved from Lushan Mountain to Zhongzhou last year, and now the flowers are blooming. I pity roots and cut new branches, but I still like flowers.

Redjade who has less piano, who has a bright future, is close to pants. But if you understand brilliantly and freely, you don't have to be afraid of Nanbin's jealousy.

Don Bai Juyi: Chanting the cuckoo is full of summer glow, and there is no such fragrance in the flowers. Qiu Yan is suitable for small courtyard, and the short article is called low corridor.

This is a mountain thing, and today is a building. Thousands of clusters are opposite, and thousands of flowers are low.

Heat burns the bamboo sill, and the exquisite wall reflects powder. Don Bai Juyi: The flowers in Yuquan Nanxi are strange, not like flowers like fire.

I am the only one who is enthusiastic today, and I open it every year for no reason. It is better to walk three miles than to have a drink with Liu Lian.

Some people fail to live up to expectations, and they don't sing or dance. Tang Libai: Seeing azaleas in Xuancheng. Shu once smelled birds, and Xuancheng also saw azaleas.

One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories. Li Bai in Tang Dynasty: A cuckoo garden in Jingxing Temple, full of intoxicating potatoes, clustered from the ground.

Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump. Don: The theme of the Cold Food Festival is azaleas one after another. When did the Cold Food Festival begin?

People who can't resist the fire always spend it here. Tang Chengyanxiong: Rhododendrons and birds, what are their contributions?

Suspicion is blood in the mouth, dripping on the flowers on the branches. One cold night, some wild monks.

Xie Bao couldn't get out, and it was slow and oblique. Hanwo in Tang Dynasty: The azaleas in Jingxing Temple are a colorful and unparalleled garden, full of red and drunk potatoes, which are clustered from the ground.

Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump. Li Qunyu in Tang Dynasty: I didn't know all the butterflies and rock bees on Jiusi Mountain in Tanlin. There were thousands of them.

No one in the mountains enjoys the Spring Festival Evening, that is, when the cuckoo urges autumn.

Tang: In the new building poem, the cuckoo is like fire, thousands of rooms are torn apart, and the Dan sill overlooks the evening scene. Fan Yan wept for the people and created a spring breeze full of resentment in Britain.

In the early days, Mei used to be a beauty, but who will be with Lao Zi for several months? Only this flower flies with the birds and crows everywhere.

Tang: If azaleas in monasteries are more fragrant than others, it is difficult for mid-spring to reach the top grade. Peony is a kind of southern China, but Zhu Jin is worried about it.

People who stay but have real advantages will be better off as a person who wakes up alone. Lin He is too big for this clearing, so don't let the branches stick out of the community.

Tang Jianwu: The word "azalea" is brilliant when azaleas are in full bloom, but people who hate Dicheng don't know it. Don't let the spring breeze blow in Ding Ning, compare colors with beautiful women.

Tang: The azaleas were sent in the spring and autumn, and they were thanked first. After the country's death, they went to Chu Palace. It should be that Shu's grievances are endless, and he is more appealing to the west wind.

Tang Xueneng: Spring blossoms and flowers fall, and the seasons move secretly. If you don't plan to postpone spring, you may stay in your youth.

A cluster of small early, butterflies scattered, high willow smell cicada. Where are you going? Rhododendrons are everywhere on the mountain.

. Tang Yang Xingmin: Rhododendrons crow in the azaleas, and the stream is mostly light purple and deep red.

Sorkin thought later that day and hated Xiaolaishan Road like a fan. Tang: It is said that Du Fu's green color is extremely slight and dew month is exquisite, and Xie Bao is sad and lonely.

You should smell the drop of blood from high places. Pomegranates are red all night. Song Yang Xun Zhai: The azaleas are so bright red that they are all stained with the blood of wronged birds.

There is a guest at home who has not got it, and he is speechless and affectionate to flowers. Song Yang Wanli: Why do azaleas watch the spring breeze in the famous garden? Along the way, mountain flowers will bear the burden.

Every day, Jinjiang looks at brocade, and Qingxi reflects mountain red. Song Zhenshanmin: The azaleas worry about the past and only blame Fang Cong.

In the end, it was hard to be white, and I cried all over the mountain. In the middle of the night, the branches are full of smoke, and the soul flies to the old east wind.

Up to now, I still have nostalgia, which has been hanging in the eyes of pedestrians.

Song Gao: Rhododendron in Langtaosha cries all over the world, complaining about Fanghua. Poor fog, bloody haze.

I remember the west wind and the cold dew in autumn, and I used to kill time. The bright moon is full of screens, and guests miss their homesickness.

Spring affairs in the Forbidden City and worries about credit. Ran Ran lost his soul, and his face was cold and red.

Chen Renjie in Song Dynasty: Qin asked Du Fu to die. Are you Hu Bugui? Like Liaodong white crane, still looking for China table; The blackbirds in the sea are still remembered as black clothes. Wu Shu is not far away. His feathers are very good. He flies west in the east wind.

What is it, the body is bound by wild trees, and the blood is covered with fragrant branches? Rise and fall are common, so how long will the world be brilliant? Seeing Jinjiang is good, Wolong is gone; There is no mutton in Yushan, so what's the point of prancing? I don't understand why I am lenient, but it's no use trying to persuade you. Do you know that I am a gentleman in clothes? Minshan road, it's time to close it, it's not too late. Yuan Jiyi: The river is red and tempered.

Sprinkle it on the dust pile, and your heart will be clear and bright. The spring is empty to the end, and the waves are separated from the leaves.

All over the world, who is not a pedestrian, why say it. Dan should keep it a secret, and the bag should be knotted.

There is no room to live and no way to go. Don't even think about me, right and wrong.

Because of the explanation of the parrot carving cage, the branches of rhododendron are bleeding. For the sake of fame and fortune, cars and horses are soft dust, and the ears are stolen.

Yuan: In Linjiang Fairy, swallows wear curtains and the courtyard is quiet, and the painting is foggy. Build by laying bricks or stones moss soft green lining residual red.

Where is Wen Chun? It moves under the Liu Yin. As I get older, I think less about poetry and wander between my knees.

At the end of the song, the cuckoo opens. Man Jianghong raised an empty fist and put it on his face. The weight was iron.

I dared to promise at that time, and my husband was strong. The ancient Buddha laughed at the flowers, and today the snow is waist-high.

Sighing cuckoo, weeping blood branches, who knows. Stupid dreams, it's hard to part.

Han, who is deaf, insists on explaining. On the top of the butte, Woodenhead rapped.

Birds call apes crow, and feng shui is really mysterious. This organ broke the cold sky and looked at every family.

5. Poems about Eucommia ulmoides 1. Du Zhongshi

Eucommia ulmoides Oliv. is blooming in the backyard. This is the first time I have seen Eucommia ulmoides Oliv.

The milky yellow single petal falls between the leaves, odorless and tasteless, very inconspicuous.

I looked it up on the computer, and it turned out that Eucommia ulmoides was still a treasure.

He is more valuable than any scented tea, and high-grade tea can't compare with him.

I don't believe this, so I went to the backyard to pick some, went back to wash them and control the water.

Stir-fry in the pan, and before I came to my senses, the room was full of fragrance.

Eucommia ulmoides Oliv. Is a beautiful young lady with an unremarkable appearance and a sweet heart.

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My heart is boiling. The garden I have been running for many years should be in full bloom.

Ganoderma lucidum grew up day by day, and a kilo of ginseng emerged.

Rose, rose, two other flowers,

Chinese rose, white jade, calla lily, chives lotus, anchovies, orchids,

Bauhinia, peach blossom and so on are too numerous to mention.

Now that the flowers are blooming in my stomach, it means that there are many fruits, and I can breed many Eucommia saplings.

If I expand my Baihua Garden, it should be a good holiday villa.

There are medicinal and edible plants in my villa. You can cure all diseases by coming to my yard.

If I can really realize my dream in my lifetime, I won't waste a trip to the world.

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Thinking about this, my heart is surging, and I shouldn't be numb every day.

In order to dream, I redraw the blueprint of Baihua Garden. The first solution is to choose the site and start-up capital.

Who will pay for this batch of funds is a big problem, and government departments are busy promoting to a higher position and making a fortune.

Can a powerful entrepreneur take a fancy to my heart?

There is a force supporting me in the darkness.

One is a bodhisattva and the other is my in-laws.

My in-laws understand my difficulties, and they know it underground.

You will do your best. Give me a hand.

I have been kind to people all my life and believe in God.

Will the Bodhisattva who accompanies me every day stand by and watch?

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Once you have a goal in life, persistence will lead to success.

Over the years, I have been working hard, no matter what the harvest is, there are different surprises every year.

When I am most helpless, the flowers at home will change and bloom.

Thinking of this, I saw the light when I was desperate.

I am not yet fifty years old. Although I'm retired, I shouldn't be idle to die, should I?

I should fight for my ideals and live to be old and dry.

Thinking about this, I will feel much younger.

My figure has become slimmer. I used to be sick, but I no longer exist. I often feel as light as a swallow.

For people with lofty ideals, God bless them to be young forever!

6. I have seen the vast Dongting Lake in my poems about Lugu Lake; I have also seen Taihu Lake, which is foggy. I have also seen the West Lake, where the blue waves are rippling and light makeup is always appropriate. But what moved me more was the dreamlike and mysterious Lugu Lake.

This summer vacation, my mother and I were lucky enough to visit the magical Lugu Lake. Like a blue pearl, she is embedded in the mountains of Yanyuan County, Sichuan Province.

Standing on a high mountain overlooking this plateau lake, there are six islands in the lake, which are graceful and lush. The lake is rippling, the four seasons are green and clear, and the bath flowers are dotted. The lake is surrounded by green hills, with dense forests, towering old trees and flowing water. This is a fairyland on earth.

The painter said that Lugu Lake can't be painted because the water is too blue and looks fake. The writer said that the water in Lugu Lake can be directly sucked into the pen to write poetry, but poetry can't describe his meaning; The photographer said that Lugu Lake can't be expressed by lens, because the lens shows what is outside the door, and the beauty of Lugu Lake can only be felt, but not expressed. Indeed, it is a land that can arouse people's endless reverie. Quiet is the main theme of Lugu Lake. Standing by the lake, only the mountain wind blows again and again, pushing the ripples of the lake forward again and again.

One day in Lugu Lake, the picture has been changing. In the early morning, Shan Ye is foggy, the smoke from the lake cage is smoky, and Xia Hong is faint. Under the morning light, sparkling, the lake was silent. From time to time, there are ships shuttling between the morning mist like veils on the lake, and they are hidden from time to time. In the silence, sweet folk songs occasionally came. At noon, the breeze blows gently, ripples rise layer by layer, and canoes float like leaves. In the evening, the evening breeze pushes huge waves and rolls snow-white waves. At night, the stars fall into the bottom of the lake, and there is silence all around, just like a fairyland.

Lugu Lake, because of its natural, wonderful and quiet scenery, has become a fairyland and tourist attraction on earth. No wonder, Mr. Luo, the captain of the American expedition, also expressed his heartfelt admiration: it is really a place suitable for human habitation.

Lugu Lake, which excites me, looks forward to meeting you again!