Poems about Rain Valley

1. Poems about Lugu Lake

I have seen the vast, endless Dongting Lake; I have also seen the vast Taihu Lake, filled with mist; I have also seen the rippling blue waves. , the West Lake is always suitable for light makeup and heavy makeup; but what makes my heart move more is the dreamlike and mysterious Lugu Lake.

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

Standing on a high mountain and overlooking this plateau lake, there are six islands in the lake, graceful and graceful, with lush trees. The lake has rippling blue waves and is clear all year round, dotted with bathing flowers. The lake is surrounded by green mountains, dense forests, towering ancient trees, and gurgling water. It is like a fairyland on earth.

The painter said that Lugu Lake cannot be painted because the water is too blue and the painting looks fake; the writer said that the water of Lugu Lake can be directly sucked into the pen to write poetry, but the poem cannot describe its meaning. The photographer said that Lugu Lake cannot be shown through the lens, because the lens shows what is happening outside the door, and the beauty of Lugu Lake can only be felt, not expressed in words. Indeed, it is a land that can arouse people's endless reverie. Quietness is the main theme of Lugu Lake. Standing by the lake, only the mountain wind blows one after another, pushing the ripples on the lake forward and forward.

A day in Lugu Lake, the picture keeps changing. In the early morning, there is morning mist on the mountains, green smoke on the lake, and faint red clouds. Under the dawn, the waves sparkled and the lake was silent. From time to time, boats shuttled through the gauze-like morning mist on the lake, disappearing and appearing. In the silence, sweet folk songs occasionally came. At noon, the breeze blew gently, ripples appeared layer by layer, and the boat floated like leaves. In the evening, the evening wind pushed the huge waves and rolled the snow-white waves. At night, the stars fell into the bottom of the lake, and the surroundings were silent, as misty as a fairyland.

Lugu Lake, because of its natural, wonderful and quiet scenery, has become a paradise on earth and a tourist attraction. No wonder, Mr. Locke, the captain of the American expedition team, also expressed his sincere admiration: It is really a place suitable for living on earth.

Lugu Lake makes my heart beat. I look forward to meeting you again! 2. Poems about Jiayuguan

Poems about Jiayuguan

Guan Shanyue

(Li Bai)

The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of ??clouds between.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay.

Origin of the battlefield, no one returned.

When the garrison guests look at the border towns, their faces are full of sorrow as they think about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

"Out of the Fortress" - Wang Zhihuan

Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds,

is an isolated city in the Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Fortress

Hu Su

The divine arrows of the Han family are fixed on the Tianshan Mountains, and the fireworks are thousands of miles apart.

Qili invited the alliance to drink gold and dagger wine, and the general returned to lie down at Yumen Pass.

Mr. Yun Shen's demon atmosphere is gone, and Xue Zhao returns to explore and ride leisurely.

The five baits have already achieved the king's victory, and there will never be any cunning fights to reach Tianyan.

I heard about the ancient Yuguan Pass in the mountains and seas. Today, I have a wide view when I walk through it; the vast expanse of huge waves is endless, and it is difficult to cross the cliffs of Qianxun.

The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. (Wang Changling: "Four of Seven Songs on the Military March")

Immediately looking at Qilian, there are strange peaks reaching into the sky. Walking west to pick up Jiayu, there are no clear clouds. (Ming Dynasty. Chen Di's "Qilian Mountains")

Qigu. Autumn view of Jiayuguan

The dusk rain at the frontier fortress promotes frost in autumn, and the yellow flowers compete with each other in the fields.

The most beautiful thing is that the beacon is standing in the world, and the long smoke falls and shines on the cloud head.

Langtaosha. Jiayuguan

The snow dances, the frozen clouds are low, and the clouds change. The cornices and pavilions are as tall as the sky. The iron horse glacier hears the watchman, the wind blows the flag.

Admire a brick of mud and look at Anxi from a distance. Travelers along the ancient Silk Road are sparse. I dreamed of going to Kunlun to look for a hermit, and then discussed the meaning of Zen.

Qijue. Yongjiayu Pass

The north and south of Guan Mountain are competing for supremacy, and the clouds are overwhelming the mountains and the snow is overwhelming the peaks.

At dusk, the swallows return late, and the resentful locks sing in the desert wind.

Ancient Style. Jiayuguan Yin (two poems)

One

Climbing Jiayuguan in Autumn

The sky is high and the clouds are far away

< p> Looking up at the ancient pass

Still looking at the face of a strong man

Picking up broken arrowheads

Feeling cold all of a sudden

The ancient world of Yiwu

My thoughts are lost and confused

Part 2

The misty sky in the Gobi desert

I can’t stop crying at the thought of moving abroad

Admire the writings of the sages

The sunset is full amid the sound of camel bells

Qilu. Ode to Jiayuguan

The poplar euphratica has old leaves but are still green, and the Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers are in full bloom in the garden.

Thousands of willow trees are planted to dominate the desert, and thousands of miles of peaks are planted to bow to the Great Wall.

Steel flowers are more beautiful than spring flowers. How can the ancient moon be as bright as the moon now?

Don’t be afraid of the miserable land west of the river, with towers blocking the movement of clouds everywhere!

Breaking the journey. Touring Jiayuguan

The Great Wall rises to the west, and the frontier locks and keys are powerful.

The overhanging wall stretches vertically in the mountains, and you can ride your horse and whip your whip for the first step.

Light hoofs and heavy ruts.

The war drums beat again and again, and the cheers were heard in bursts.

The heaven and the earth are silently watching the strange formation, the momentum of the iron horse and the golden sword is still there,

The soul of the warrior on the battlefield.

Bu Suanzi. Jiayuguan

Baizhang Weixiong Pass,

Stars hang from the corner of the building.

The city wall is far away from the sky,

The clouds are flying over the wall.

The moon is like a hook on an autumn night,

The wind and snow will stay together forever.

No more looking at the smoke of the past,

The willows in the east wind are reeding the flute. 3. What are the poems about pines, bamboos, plums and chrysanthemums?

[1] Plum blossoms are harmonious and windy and frosty, suffering is deep, the body is sick, the bones are thin and the heart is frozen.

After all the hardships, only the fragrance is left in the forest. 1. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Odes) 2. There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know there is no snow from afar, but there is a faint fragrance coming. (Wang Anshi: Mei) [2] Lan The world of mortals does not care about pursuing fame, so it grows in empty mountains and valleys.

Let’s bury our bones together with Shiquan, no matter whether it rains or shines in the world. 1. Orchid leaves are lush in spring, and sweet-scented osmanthus is bright and clear in autumn.

(Zhang Jiuling: Encounter Part 2) 2. Orchids grow in the vestibule, containing smoke and waiting for the breeze. (Tao Yuanming: Orchid) [3] Bamboo Speechless and speechless in the evening wind, a life of indifference will last forever.

There is no way to be romantic and romantic. Who can be the same as the noble wind through the ages? 1. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a foreteller of the warmth of the spring river. (Hui Chong: Spring River Xiaojing) 2. The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboos.

(Zheng Banqiao: Bamboo) [4] Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum All the flowers are cold-eyed and tired of the flashy, proud and arrogant, how can I escape? Waiting for the chrysanthemum, I am sad that autumn has come again, leaving only a flower in the sky and the earth. 1. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.

(Tao Yuanming: Drinking) 2. Only Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is clearer when it first blooms. (Bai Juyi: Yongju). 4. Poems about farmers' proverbs

1. "Cloud" Farmer's Proverbs

When the clouds go down the mountain, the ground will not dry

When the clouds twist the clouds, the rain will fall

< p> Black clouds pick up the car, and it will rain if it is not cloudy

The clouds are low and it rains, but the clouds are high and it becomes sunny

When the sky gets brighter, the river rises ten feet

Red clouds When the clouds turn black, there will be heavy rain

There are beautiful clouds in the sky, and people are dying from the sun on the ground

When the clouds rise at sunset, I hear the sound of rain in the middle of the night

The sunset is carmine, very red Rain is wind

Walking in the clouds at sunset, it rains after midnight

There are clouds in the sky and rain on the ground

Black clouds rise in the northwest, thunderstorms are bound to come

When the clouds start from the northeast, there must be wind and rain

If there is rain, the mountain will wear a hat, but if there is no rain, the mountain will be waist-deep

There are fish scales in the sky, and there is no need to turn over the sun-drenched grain

You are not afraid of long-term rainy weather, as long as the northwest opens the door

It rains and clears sometimes, for days and nights

There are purple clouds in the morning, and thunderstorms come in the afternoon

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Dark clouds block the east, and there is wind even if it doesn’t rain.

The clouds are twisting in the sky, and the wind and rain are coming

The clouds are heading east, and the rain turns into wind. The clouds are heading south, and the water is rippled. The clouds are heading west, and there are lichen.

2. " "Wind" farmer's proverb

If the east wind is strong, prepare a bamboo hat

The wind is calm and sultry, but the thunderstorm is strong

The heavy rain is easy to clear, but the slow rain does not open

The east wind will come after the rain, and the rain will be more severe in the future

There will be wind and rain soon before the rain, but there will be no wind and rain after the rain

If the east wind does not blow, it will not rain, if the west wind does not blow, it will not be sunny

3. "Thunder and lightning" farmer's proverb

Stars are dense, raindrops

Stars are sparse, weather is good

Stars are bright, the coming day will be clear

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The stars blink, but there is no rain

Direct flash rain is light, horizontal flash rain is heavy

Thunderstorm is light, dull thunderstorm is heavy

Thunder Thunder hits the sky, although the rain is not heavy

Thunder hits the sky, heavy rain continues all over the sky

Xiaoshu thunders, turning into yellow plums

South flash fire opens the door, north flash there is Rain is coming

4. "Fog, dew, frost" Farmer's Proverb

The ground is covered with fog in the morning, even if you wash your pants

The fog will not stop and the drizzle will not stop; The fog will disappear as soon as it rises, and the rising sun can be found

There will be no more than three days of heavy fog; there will be heavy rain after three days of heavy fog

The spring fog is clear, the summer fog is rainy, and the autumn fog is so thick that it scorches the ghost

May fog floods the road. If the road is not flooded, gourds should be planted at the bottom of the well. 5. What are the poems about the "Welcoming Pine"

The poems about the "Welcoming Pine" are as follows:

1. "Gift to Congdi"

Wei and Jin: Liu Zhen

There are pines on Tingting Mountain, and there is a stroke in Sese Valley.

The sound of the wind is so strong, and the pine branches are so strong.

The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright.

Wouldn’t it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature.

2. "Green Pine"

Modern: Chen Yi

Heavy snow weighs on the green pine, and the pine is straight and straight.

To know that the pines are pure, wait until the snow melts.

3. "Two Small Pines in the Academy"

Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu

A pair of dark colors that transcend the mundane world, with a few grains of autumn smoke and two feet of scales.

From now on, I can listen to the gentle rhyme through the quiet window, and the sound of the piano accompanies the scholar.

4. "Gift to Wang Guiyang"

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Wu Jun

When the pine trees grew a few inches, they were lost to the grass.

I haven’t seen the heart of the cloud, but I don’t know that I have the bones of frost.

Weak stems can be destroyed, and slender stems can easily fall apart.

Why should I stand thousands of feet high to cover the bright moon for you?

5. "Shui Long Yin·Five Ancient Pines of Zhang Doushu's House"

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

Some people stand alone on the empty mountain, and their green beard does not notice the frost. old.

Freshly fragrant and beautiful grains, soaked in dense green light, the spring of a thousand years.

The shadows and flags are covered with shadows, and the clouds cover the sky, making the autumn dawn sink.

6. Poems related to duckweed

1. Xu Yi Qingpingle

Qingpingle is beautiful in the wind and rain. After the spring has been divided equally.

The old friends are sparse. Drink wine, relax and scratch your head.

We must go out together. There are several times of clarity in life.

When the swallows are lazy and the orioles are lazy, the poplars are dotted with duckweeds.

2. Bai Juyi's Two Wonders on the Pond

The mountain monks were sitting against each other at chess, and the bamboo on the board was clear.

No one could see the bamboo reflected in it, and the sound of a move could be heard from time to time.

The little boy held a small boat and secretly collected white lotus.

Unable to hide the traces, the duckweeds opened together.

3. Du Fu presented himself to Dou Shijun again

The waves towards the evening are faintly green, and even the shore is green at the feet.

The spring has dusk at the same time, and I am sad and drunk without waking up.

Wandering is like a glass of wine, wandering around this pavilion .

Looking at each other thousands of miles away, we are the same duckweed.

4. Du Mu’s Quatrains on the Houchi of Qi’an County

Through the duckweed green brocade pond, Xia Ying Thousands of chirping roses.

No one is watching the light rain all day long, and the mandarin ducks are bathing in red robes facing each other.

Lu Lun Xiaoyu's poem is sent to Yang Shilang of Jingzhou

We were temporarily separated in the shadow of the lotus, and then the duckweed came out to watch the master.

When you reach Longmen and still lose the waves, where is the return date in Jiujiang.

5. Wang Jianxue's Twenty Pond Pavilion

Each tree edge disappears for a day, and it is necessary to walk around the pond.

There are many different flowers, and good bamboos should grow in the right places.

< p> A small slanted vertical bridge looks at the island, and the distant rocks make the sound of springs.

The duckweed rests in the shore breeze, and the water surface is dust-free and becomes clearer in the evening.

6. A thousand miles away The courtyard is full of fragrance

The mountains are clear in autumn, the water is shining with the sun, and the duckweeds are broken and round.

Several rows of wild geese break through the white gull smoke, and the pond is dark high and low. Valley, writing about deep thoughts, splashing all day long.

Gazing leisurely, the remaining clouds are dim, where is a fishing boat.

Jiangnan, nostalgic retreat, Junxuan wild paths, thatched cottages with sparse rafters .

I am used to carrying a pot under the flowers and wearing a hat in front of the wind.

Imagine the old days of Yuan Ming Dynasty. The piano is so interesting that there is no need to loosen the strings.

Return to the plan , if you don’t fight five buckets, you will lose and sleep in the north window.

7. Shen Yingshui Diao Ge Tou

There are many birds outside the door, and the elders are willing to come and look for them.

Please stay here and listen to my song of Chu Kuang.

It’s a waste of time and trouble. Don’t worry about what’s wrong. It’s ancient and modern.

But look in the mirror. In the middle shadow, there are stars on the temples.

In life, there are many gatherings and separations, like duckweeds.

When we meet by chance, we must ask for wine and drink together.

< p> When it comes to the true nature of human relationships, there is no realm, but wine is a close friend.

There is a good relationship, and we drink each other frequently.

8. Zhou Bangyan is close to Pu Lian across the river Shoot

The new bamboos shake the green leaves, and the winding paths lead to deep and narrow paths.

The summer fruits are fresh and crisp, and the golden pills fall, frightening the flying birds.

The thick green leaves are lost in the shore. Grass. Frogs are noisy, and showers are humming in the pond.

The water pavilion is small, the duckweeds are broken, and the curtain flowers and eaves have upside-down shadows.

The turban feather fan is trapped in the north window at dawn. .

On the screen, the dream of Wushan arrived.

I was shocked to realize that I was still outside the river.

9. Bai Juyi's Jiujiang Spring View

The vast stagnant water is not my soil, the floating duckweeds are my body.

Trusting the fate outside the body is my livelihood, and I am looking for friends at any time.

Is the smoke from the furnace different from the end of the south? Color, the grass is rather different from the spring in Weibei?

Why not live forever here? Pi Ruyuan is from Jiujiang.

[There is a lot of smoke on the Xianglu Peak, and there are enough grasses on the banks of the water, so I remember it. 7. Poems about pine, bamboo and plum blossoms

Poems about Pine, Bamboo and Plum:

"Bitter Bamboo" (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu

Qing Ming is also self-defeating, weak and strong in support.

It tastes bitter and avoids summer insects, but the spring birds are suspicious of the humble bush.

The Xuan Chi Club is not important, and the cutting desire is useless.

Fortunately, I am close to the secluded house, where frost roots are forming.

In the early morning, I stopped under the pavilion and fell in love with this quiet bamboo.

"Newly Planted Bamboo" Wei Zhuangtang

I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps. He walked around the railing and chanted, but his towel was wet.

No one knows me when I am wandering in a foreign land, only Cong Huang is like my master.

Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden (Song Dynasty) Lin Bu

All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need gold bottles made of sandalwood.

Hsinchu (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli

The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, and adds several poles of jade in one night.

Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.

Pine Tree (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi

Platinum is exchanged for green pine trees. Since you planted them first, I will not plant them.

Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and it secretly brings good sounds late at night.

Four Pines by Du Fu

When the Four Pines first move, they are about three feet strong.

It has been three years since I came here, and I have been separated for as long as a person.

Know how to look at the root without uprooting it, and don’t worry about the damage caused by the branches.

The quiet color is blessed with beautiful hair, and the sparse branches are also hidden.

The small fence inserted also has a dike.

Finally, I am so sad that I am ashamed of the thousands of yellow leaves.

If you dare to be the master of the old forest, Li Shu is still not in good health.

The thief is returning now, and the hall is full of spring grass.

Looking at the things and sighing at the decline, I would like to comfort the desolation.

The breeze blows for me and sprinkles my face like a slight frost.

It’s enough to send off the old lady and wait for the rest.

I have no roots in my life, and I am also confused about my abilities.

If you are sentimental and compose poetry, your deeds can be forgotten.

Don’t worry that after a thousand years, the sky will be miserable.

Mo Mei Ju Jian

Don’t hate the waste of painters. There is no need to seek differences, only similarities.

The jade face is not as beautiful as a jackdaw, so I entrust the jade dust to the Han Palace.

Courtyard Bamboo (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi

The polyester lead powder festival is exposed, and the wind shakes the green jade branches.

Yiyi is like a gentleman, there is no place where he is not suitable.

Inscribed by Du Mu, Hsinchu (Tang Dynasty)

Several stems are of faint jade color, with green smoke at dusk.

The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern.

As the day approaches the threshold, I want to get the eight curtains of clouds.

If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who would love you?

"Newly Planted Bamboo" Wei Zhuangtang

I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps. He walked around the railing and chanted, but his towel was wet.

No one knows me when I am wandering in a foreign land, but Cong Huang is like my master.

Plum Blossom (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi

The plum blossoms on the branches in the corner of the wall bloomed alone by Ling Han.

I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.