Poems about the meandering river

1. Poems praising the meandering river

The wind sweeps

The tranquility of the village at night

The messy bamboo leaves are driven away and curled up In groups

Washed by the rain

Leading to school, mountains and cities

Winding and rugged country roads

Early morning

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The dewdrops are naughty,

on the tips of the peach leaves,

playing on a swing

Father Sun,

also Stretched

The whole village,

was soothed by the warm sunshine

The wind stopped and the rain stopped

The peach blossoms are blooming and the sun is smiling

The village is full of vitality

People turn the old bamboo leaves

into smoke from cooking fires

Sending away their dancing souls

Black tears,

dripping on the tiles covered with green shirts

The path washed by the rain,

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Showing their cute teeth

The creaking sound of the bucket,

Beating their eardrums

A group of children going to school,

Cover them with soles of shoes, thick foundation

Decorate them in the morning,

Wet heart

Miss the rain in my hometown,

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I miss the bamboo forest behind the house

I miss my second mother’s warm hands;

I miss my grandpa’s long beard

I miss the place in front of the door

I miss the old pillars carved with traces of my growth

I miss the peach tree in my hometown;

I miss the steaming well

The rooster crows,

The bellows accompaniment,

The flocks of cattle and sheep

sing folk songs,

Carrying a hoe,

The sound of reading is loud

The silent rain alley,

Let my thoughts flow

< p> Returning to this matter after so many years

Local customs

Everything is still so familiar

So warm 2. Poems praising the meander of the river

The wind sweeps

The tranquility of the village at night

The messy bamboo leaves are driven and curled into balls

The rain washes

Leading to school, mountains, and cities

Winding and rugged country roads

Early morning

The dewdrops are naughty,

On the peach leaves Jian,

playing on the swing

Father Sun,

also stretched out

The whole village,

Soothed by the gentle sunshine

The wind stopped and the rain stopped

The peach blossoms bloomed and the sun smiled

The village was full of vitality< /p>

People turned the old bamboo leaves into curling smoke

and sent away their dancing souls

Black tears, < /p>

Drops fell on the tiles covered with green shirts

The path washed by the rain,

Revealing the lovely teeth

Bucket The creaking sound,

beating their eardrums

A group of school children,

covered them with thick foundation with the soles of their shoes

< p> Decorated them in the morning,

Wet heart

Missing the rain in my hometown,

Missing the bamboo forest behind the house

I miss my second mother’s warm palms;

I miss my grandpa’s long beard

I miss the path in front of the door;

I miss the old pillars full of carvings,

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Traces of my growth

I miss the peach tree in my hometown;

I miss the steaming well

The rooster crows, < /p>

Bellows accompaniment,

Herds of cattle and sheep

Singing folk songs,

Carrying hoes,

Books The sound is loud

The silent rain alley,

makes my thoughts flow

It has been so many years since I came back to this incident

Local customs< /p>

Everything is still so familiar

So warm 3. Write a modern poem about the Yellow River Bridge

The Yellow River Bridge

Can’t go barefoot

Walk around the mud, sand and white grass

Do not bask in the sun in shallow water

Can't

Like an old scalper chewing grass roots

to avoid the collapse

They all say that I am from the Central Plains

I am from Dahe< /p>

My mother-in-law’s family is downstream

My mother-in-law’s family is upstream

I have become accustomed to the speed of the bridge

The speed of vehicles. Get used to the lump on the seat

The suffocation held tightly in the arms

And the careless gaze

The water in autumn is long and quiet

< p>The water is a piece of rotten red copper

with stubble. The sunset turned into floating dust

and shattered into pieces in the river. The water surface

is also broken

and is moving. It's a vibration

It's a wave. It's a broken section. It's the light and death bouncing on the tip of the incense candle

I sighed softly. Huayuankou

Huayuankou, I want you to bloom big flowers and I want you to keep them 4. Ancient poems praising Xinzhou

The first one

Dongluo IV The bridge is far away, Weiyang remembers playing the flute on the 24th.

Today is a good time in Xinzhou. I am looking for poems and crossing the four bridges in the drizzle.

——The Four Bridges of Xinzhou

The second poem

I have always wanted to explore the fence in my life, but now I respectfully pay homage to the cemetery.

In the rise and fall of Baishi Yintan, one person can support as much as gold and yuan.

Every time I love the same Jin Dynasty but not at the same time, I love Mr. Xian's poems throughout the ages.

But after losing his wife when he was young, Nan Chuang was afraid of reading Yanqiu Ci!

——Bai Yuan Yishan Tomb

The third poem

The official history is ridiculous and I don’t know it, and I feel lonely.

The true love poems are all history, and they also build a pavilion of wild history in the world.

——Ye Shiting

The fourth poem

I have worked hard for the public for three years, and I believe that I have a long-term destiny with the heavenly religion.

I bow before the statue today, and my awe-inspiring character is the most pitiable.

——Fu Shanyuan's inspiration,

The fifth poem

After drinking, we boarded the car to go to Daizhou, the setting sun and clouds shadowed the four mountains in autumn.

Heroes are also a matter of poets. A team of ridicules is better than a bandit.

——Xianzhou Xiangdai County

The sixth poem

Driving far away to Yanmen Pass, the road is in the vast dusk.

The clouds break through the peaks and the sky is wide open, and the setting sun is red over thousands of mountains.

The seventh song

Suddenly the wheel of the newspaper passed by Xinkou, and the car full of chanting friends turned around.

At that time, the battle was very touching, and this heroic poem replaced wine.

——Passing Xinkou

No. 8

Thousands of years will pass, and the ancient road of Xinzhou is thought-provoking.

Thousands of horses galloping over the mountains compete for supremacy in the fortress, and the original display in Sha Tin is like playing chess.

The sound of bamboo pipes sounded at the battlements of Yanmen City in the evening, when the wind was high and the river meandered across the beach.

Knowing the poems and essays after farewell from afar adds to the wonder of this border town.

——Farewell to Xinzhou

No. 9

Time is hard to recall, and gunpowder smoke disperses into flax.

Kuangyan will destroy Wuhua in March. Where the sword is flying, the bones are covered with insects and sand.

How can the history of pain be tampered with? I am ashamed to eat Japanese melons. Chrysanthemums bloomed everywhere in the bullet marks.

After the storm in the fortified city, the green blood turned into red clouds.

——Linjiangxian·Drive through the old anti-Japanese battlefield of Xinkou

No. 10

The plank road is high on the cliff, and the residential buildings are in the misty clouds.

Holding a bamboo basket in a vat through the window, the spring water can be heard gurgling.

Medicine diggers climb Mist Peak and climb mountains to intoxicate themselves with neon lights. Guan

The foothills of Chun Mountain are full of cattle and sheep, and the autumn wind is full of buckwheat.

——Wu Yewei·Two poems from Hanging Village in Guanlu Mountain

No. 11

The road network stretches far and wide, and the butterfly-winged golden bridge crosses Wujin .

There are five pavilions in Zhuang Xinzhou, and the craftsmanship is rare in the world.

Deploy endless guests from all over the world to offer hongyou to the three Jin Dynasties.

——Two poems about Xinzhou Municipal Construction

The twelfth poem

Traveling through the three passes of Xingweilan, up the river and back to Laoniu Bay.

The Shan family acquaintances were surprised: Why is this old man always idle?

The first bend of the Yellow River thousands of miles away is the paradise of immortals.

There is no need for the village boy to lead you again, and you will go straight to the vast clouds and water.

——Revisiting Laoniu Bay

No. 13

The wind in Guanlou is strong, but the northern Shanxi is full of joy.

The high-pitched flying yellow crotch, the low-lying white poplar.

If you don’t know that you are a guest, where can you dream of being home?

Feeling deeply about the Three Passes, it has a long history. 5. Poems about the Yellow River

The Yellow River falls from the sky and flows through the East China Sea, thousands of miles are written in the mind. (Li Bai's "Gift to Pei Shishi") Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

(Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") The white sun sets over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan, "Climbing the Stork Tower") The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. (Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress") Yellow River Poetry "Will Enter the Wine" Li Bai If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink, but don’t stop. A song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up. In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. In the old days, King Chen had a banquet, drinking and drinking, and had a lot of fun. What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it. The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you. "Eight Rhymes of the Yellow River Sent to Sheng Yu" [Song Dynasty] Ouyang Xiu The river is so fierce that arrows are dangerous, who said that the sailing reeds can swim? Horses gallop across the solid ice, and the sand flows through the rolling waves. Trees fall and destroy the new shore, and the rapids suddenly change the island. When the dragon is chiselled, the carp retreats, and when the river rises, it does not distinguish between the ox and the ox. Thousands of miles are connected to Chahan, thousands of sails are sailing under the canoe. I will stop building the song of resentment now, because the old path is lost and hard to find. The strong wind blows loudly on the beach, and the cold mist on the river does not close. I can only trace the traces of Yu, but I want to ask Zhang Hou. "Moonlight Night in a Boat on the Yellow River" [Yuan Dynasty] Ma Zuchang A ten-foot-long cloud sail blows in the bucket of a spoon, and the stars are blown by the wind and the waves are blowing. Late at night, the dew-cold Milky Way is approaching. I lie down and listen to the heavenly sun weaving silk ribbons. "Dawn Crossing of the Yellow River" [Tang Dynasty] Luo Ye It is the poor autumn in the plains of the river, and the poor horse is looking forward to the ancient crossing. Last night, the moon was under the Lotus Peak, and we were with Mingchou through the curtain. The River Carp Climbs the Dragon Gate [Tang Dynasty] Anonymous I have been seeking change for many years, but now I have something to follow. It is named after a carp, and it can become a dragon without any mistakes. I've been through many hardships, and I've been blessed by good fortune. The mud and sand are not blocking the way, and the fishing bait is not allowed to meet. The waves become powerful, but the delicate scales cannot be traced. If you let your tail wag, the rain and dew will be thick now. "Hequ Tour" [Sui] Lu Zhongdao There is a lot of romance in Yexia, and Hequ is a famous tourist. Ying Xu asked him to ride behind him, and his carriages and horses traveled across Fangzhou. There are thick velvet chicken trees and thick smoke from distant cranes. The sun is high and the sky is high, and the clouds are like heavy buildings. The golden restraints are from Woruo, and the orchids are like Yiyu. The hanging bells move with clear blowing, and the water chestnuts turn into beautiful colors. It still rings the golden bell, and returns to brush the copper ditch. I am only afraid of the Spring Festival Gala, but don’t talk about the worries of thousands of years. "Night Mooring on the Yellow River" [Ming Dynasty] Li Liufang On a bright moonlit night on the Yellow River, the cold sand looks like a battlefield. The rushing water makes a roaring sound, and the plains reach the wilderness. Wu Hui's book is difficult to reach, and the road to Yantai is long. The man has been a guest for a long time and does not recognize that he is a foreign country. "Ode to the Yellow River" (Jin Dynasty) Cheng Gongsui When you look at the mighty and mighty rivers, nothing can be more beautiful than the Yellow River. The Kunlun Mountains are extremely steep, and the rocks are craggy. Climbing the Dragon Gate and traveling south, the wind blows over the clouds in Qu'a. When the main pillar is lifted, it stirs up turmoil; when it crosses Luorui River, it stirs up waves. The body is entrusted with the snake in the back earth, and the spirit is with the man in the sky. It passes through the Nengdian River in the middle of Xia, and passes through the wilderness in Shuobei. It traveled to the northern border for two weeks and flowed to the southern countryside of the third Jin Dynasty. Qin opened up the land from the west, Qi controlled the east and drew the territory. The Yin disciples crossed the border and stayed there forever, and the Wei people moved to Jiji and settled in the territory. Zhao Jue Liu defeated Wei Xi, and Ying led the ditch and destroyed Liang. I sigh when I think about the sages, how difficult it is to measure virtue. "Crossing the Yellow River" Fan Yun The river is fast and turbid, and the water cannot be washed. It is difficult for junipers to be ranked, but only for pine boats to win. The empty courtyard is covered with old trees, and the old trees remain in the desolate area. No human traces were seen, but foxes and rabbits were seen. Message to the old man on the river, how can this water be clear? "Crossing the Yellow River" The road leads out of Daliang City, and the Guanhe River is clear at dawn. The sun moves over the dragon's cave, and the wind sweeps the geese across the sand. Leaning on the sword and sighing for personal affairs, Zhang Fan expresses his travel feelings. I don't know where I am, and I can hear singing in the sky. "Late Crossing the Yellow River" [Tang Dynasty] King Luo Bin Looking for the way home after thousands of miles, a reed disturbs the plain. The clear waves reach the horse's cheeks, and the rushing water rushes to the dragon's gate. The sun is shining brightly, the wind is shaking and the waves are turning. The singing of the firewood breaks in the wind, and the sound of the woodcutter enters the Xinxin. The autumn clouds are falling on the far bank, and the evening mist is thick in the deep pool. Who can pass away on the river, and his soul will not return at sunset. "Climbing Yunlong Mountain and Seeing the Yellow River Migrating North" [Qing Dynasty] Jin Deying Yunlongtoujiao stands alone in the mountains, and the green mountains come towards each other. The Yellow River is fierce and fast, and the mountains are also avoided, except for the surging west face. Songshi and Bianluo are two thousand miles away, and the weather is gloomy and even Pinggao. The guests and hosts in the pavilion have been gone for a long time, but there are still traces left to watch. Pengcheng uses the river as a dangerous terrain, and a natural lake flows to the east. It's a pity that tens of thousands of households are at the bottom of the cauldron, relying on ants' caves and golden embankments. This autumn, I will be surprised to see something strange happen. It can be serious or revealing. It turns out that at Sunjiaji in the upper reaches, the floods broke out overnight. Beishan is dotted with Zhoujun. Most of the farmhouses are located in Yinpan'ao. The waterway of Qinghe River was cut across and turned back into the river to feed the salty water. I feel sad that he fell into the middle of the Zhongze during his expedition, but I admire you and the crane soars into the sky. The ancients managed rivers but did not control luck, but they were still lenient even though they were allowed to travel and perform. Now I must bow my head and follow the line, and be willing to be restrained and follow my cao. Both the south and the north were ill, and Gu Huai and Gu Yun worked harder. The piles of wood and rocks are increasing day by day, but there are silt pads and no clearing. It's inevitable that the weather will overflow when there is rain, and the frost will accumulate and disappear. When he was an official, he concealed his taboos in order to avoid being exempted, and the bandits worshiped the dynasty. Otherwise, Hu Duhe Bo will show off his arrogance on the day of the Hundred Gods. Looking down at the ballads and asking about them makes me feel sad, how can I be the ninth grade cake in the leap year? In the Ming Dynasty, the post horses went straight north and checked the Jingshan Bridge near the current. 6. There are poems about the Yellow River~~~

The Yellow River flows through the eastern sea, and the white sun sets over the western sea.

("Ancient Style" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty) The balcony is separated from the Chu River, and spring grass grows in the Yellow River. ("Send Away" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty) The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River heard the sound of the vertebral drum ringing bells all over the world.

("Yellow River" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty) Five colored streams from Kunlun were sent, and one yellow and turbid stream passed through Zhongzhou. 1. Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

(Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") 2. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan, "Ascend the Stork Tower") 3. If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will never return to the sea.

(Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine") 4. The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river. (Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress") 5. The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside.

(Zhang Yanghao's "Tong Guan Gu") 6. If you want to cross the Yellow River and the Sichuan is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. (Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult") The Yellow River ends and goes to the East China Sea. Thousands of miles are written into the mind. Two clouds and skyscrapers emerge from the sky. The Yellow River loops back around the earth.

——Wang Guowei The shadow of the sun is hazy in Shagou, and the Yellow River is faintly emerging from the trees. ——Yuan Mei Every year the Jinhe River returns to the Jade Pass, and the horses and saber rings are used in court.

——Liu Zhongyong.