Poems about Jiuzhaigou in Autumn

1. Poems and famous sayings about Jiuzhaigou

There is a narrow stream of clear water reflected in the mountains on all sides, and there is a poem of Jiuzhaigou Group/Wang Jiucheng (male, born in Laiyang, Shandong Province in July 197.

In 1989, he began to publish poems and essays. In 1994, he published a collection of prose poems, Blessing Year after Year.

I am now the editor of a magazine in Xi 'an). On the way to Jiuzhai, the thin road took over my light body and kept going up. Holding the belt of the cloud with the hand of Xuefeng, overlooking the overlap of the road with the eyes of the sky, the water of Minjiang River has not stopped for a moment, running to a distant destination, far away from the heart, away from the colorful and pure girl whose face is dyed red by the sun, carrying the crystal inside the stone, or the mysterious spell that has not been opened.

The gift comes from tibetan songs, who is deeply touched by every visitor. The thin oxygen is enough to breathe the eagle hovering and pecking. Let the patterns of clouds become more colorful. The sun stops hard for yaks to easily find poor Cordyceps sinensis. Just cough and cut the heart and lungs. A piece of soil can grow a wooden house. The rice from far away slowly adapts to the hardness of hypoxia. On this road to Jiuzhai, I reached a height that many people can't reach in their lifetime. 2. Jiuzhai in the dead of winter is a warm sight for the snow on the roadside. I heard the flow. The thousand-year-old call of water is approaching the road step by step to the deep heart, and the peaks are coming from the height of lack of oxygen and entering the hinterland from modern to primitive. In an instant, I forgot my existence, and I was close to the bonfire at night and jumped into the wild pot. If there is fire, there will be a fiery heart, a dancing soul and a waterfall. Can you wake up the transparent wind of the phoenix resting in the water? In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village in which there was a Tibetan knife I lost. 3. After returning from Jiuzhai, I went to visit the Tibetan people's home and saw the matriarchal eagle hovering at the top of the sunset in the distance. Colorful prayer flags told the story of the wind, and the pious holy mountain shone with the eternal light. The roadside was full of prostrate figures, and the suffering of blood was hidden in the desolate pastoral snow. The white Hada handed out auspicious greetings to the collectors, waiting for the lofty sentiments of the collectors. In the boiled butter tea, the stove reflected the girl's face, and the highland barley wine bounced into my mundane heart. The legend of polyandry moved my aching nerves and the chanting on my head purified my dusty journey. I returned from the magical paradise and walked into the dignified people here. I called them brothers and sisters. The picture here is more like my dream. 4. Jiuzhaigou, which has passed through the late autumn, reflects the laurels of snow and ice and the splendid clothes of clouds in the blue water of this water warm by the sky and flames. The transparent fish grew up in the folk songs of the Millennium, and the Tibetan knives that they carried became dim due to the long-term loss. The fire of red leaves lit up the frosted poems flowing in Jiuzhaigou in autumn, waiting for familiar footsteps to knock on the wind leading to heaven. From afar, pious prayers came, and the Tibetan characters floating on the prayer flags washed away the dust scattered in the soul, and the water led by the horn conveyed clear information life between the stone and the sky. Dances aroused by a clear Buddha's light opening a bonfire gushed out of the bones, primitive and restless birds flapping their wings and dreaming white swans puzzled the water. The silver music was full of youthful wisdom. Walking through Jiuzhaigou in late autumn, all creatures would be cleaner than when they came. Personal introduction: Wang Jiucheng, Jiuzhaigou Group Poetry/Wang Jiucheng 1. On the way to Jiuzhai, the thin road took over my gradually lighter body and kept going up. Holding the belt of the cloud with the hand of Xuefeng, overlooking the overlap of the road with the eyes of the sky, the water of Minjiang River has not stopped for a moment, running to a distant destination, far away from the heart, away from the colorful and pure girl whose face is dyed red by the sun, carrying the crystal inside the stone, or the mysterious spell that has not been opened.

The gift comes from tibetan songs, who is deeply touched by every visitor. The thin oxygen is enough to breathe the eagle hovering and pecking. Let the patterns of clouds become more colorful. The sun stops hard for yaks to easily find poor Cordyceps sinensis. Just cough and cut the heart and lungs. A piece of soil can grow a wooden house. The rice from far away slowly adapts to the hardness of hypoxia. On this road to Jiuzhai, I reached a height that many people can't reach in their lifetime. 2. Jiuzhai in the dead of winter is a warm sight for the snow on the roadside. I heard the flow. The thousand-year-old call of water is approaching the road step by step to the deep heart, and the peaks are coming from the height of lack of oxygen and entering the hinterland from modern to primitive. In an instant, I forgot my existence, and I was close to the bonfire at night and jumped into the wild pot. If there is fire, there will be a fiery heart, a dancing soul and a waterfall. Can you wake up the transparent wind of the phoenix resting in the water? In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village in which there was a Tibetan knife I lost. 3. After returning from Jiuzhai, I went to visit the Tibetan people's home and saw the matriarchal eagle hovering at the top of the sunset in the distance. Colorful prayer flags told the story of the wind, and the pious holy mountain shone with the eternal light. The roadside was full of prostrate figures, and the suffering of blood was hidden in the desolate pastoral snow. The white Hada handed out auspicious greetings to the collectors, waiting for the lofty sentiments of the collectors. In the boiled butter tea, the stove reflected the girl's face, and the highland barley wine bounced into my mundane heart. The legend of polyandry moved my aching nerves and the chanting on my head purified my dusty journey. I returned from the magical paradise and walked into the dignified people here. I called them brothers and sisters. The picture here is more like my dream. 4. Jiuzhaigou, which has passed through the late autumn, reflects the laurels of snow and ice and the splendid clothes of clouds in the blue water of this water warm by the sky and flames. The transparent fish grew up in the folk songs of the Millennium, and the Tibetan knives that they carried became dim due to the long-term loss. The fire of red leaves lit up the frosted poems flowing in Jiuzhaigou in autumn, waiting for familiar footsteps to knock on the wind leading to heaven. The Tibetan prayer floating on the prayer flags in the distance washed away the dust scattered in the soul, and the water led by the horn conveyed clear information life between the stone and the sky, and the dance aroused by a clear Buddha's light opened the bonfire poured out of the bones, and countless original restless birds flapping their wings and dreaming white swans confused the water. The sparkling silver music was full of youthful wisdom. All the creatures who walked through Jiuzhaigou in late autumn would be cleaner than when they came. 2. What is the poem describing Jiuzhaigou

1. Yaochi is originally on earth, so it is comparable to laughing at an Xuexian. There is a road to heaven leading to Jiuzhai, and the fairyland is hovering.

2. Count the hundreds of pearls. Clouds are floating in the water near Maoan. A ditch with a strong pine forest and green eyes is full of beautiful sapphire blue. Fortunately, there is no Buddha chanting in the deep mountains, which coincides with the guests' poems. Jing Jia belongs to the literati generation, so I can earn some money by staying in Huazhang.

3. The peaks of the mountains on all sides reflect a narrow stream of clear water.

4. Shu Mountain has been called Emei since ancient times. How is Emei more strange than Jiuzhai? The waterfalls connected by the blue lake are stacked, and the fairyland of water, light and mountains is open.

5. Visit Jiuzhai in autumn, and the red leaves will blossom. The blue sea is full of colors, and the snow dances sword rocks. Take care of the fairyland, wandering step by step. Wave goodbye for a while, meet again.

the ancients didn't write it. Maybe it was a hard road, and no great poet had been there before. None of my poems are ancient poems, they are all written by modern people, but I don't know who wrote them. 3. One of the poems about Jiuzhaigou

: Nuorilang

Perhaps, the dream of weaving into a river

is finally only this time

faced with a choice

time is running

water, and life-long loyalty

those tearful birds have been flying

at the moment when they suddenly fall

they look at the distant Tibetan countryside < This cry

bid farewell to the snow-capped mountains in memory

The loud music came from the sky

continuously

The water is talking and laughing

The water has no flag

And sincerely forward

Write eternal Jiuzhai

Fill the valley with prayers

I will write your call <

When the water lingers in the sky of will

, when fate

faces a gap

, perhaps it is some kind of destructive disaster

that gives birth to some kind of

great miracle

the second: the colorful pool

yesterday's longing

is left to yesterday's wind

blowing along Aba mountain. Find the colorful zone of the soul

There was a water riot

The music that filled the time

When all the songs evolved into silent recitation

You were quiet tears

Drop by drop

From the colorful years

Without words

You were singing in the sky

You were the earth and

were silent for thousands of years. Sleeping for thousands of years

This is the underwater

breathing

being able to put the body

and the soul that has not yet traveled

in Jiuzhai

to recombine the belief in water

in the fault area with scattered thoughts

in the age of pain

under the mysterious guidance of sunshine

Who doesn't want to believe in tomorrow's road

. Listen to the exhortation of the colorful pool

God's will

Third: The Reed Sea

is always like this, and after 1, years

another 1, years, it is no different

surrounded by mountains on the left. The mountain on the right side is also surrounded by

a boat flying in the air

disturbing osawa's dream

You have been hiding for too long

I came too late

Breaking each other's silence

It's wild ducks flying gently on the water

It's sunshine, flying brightly in my home

Spring is green. Autumn is the love of generations when the Yellow Fracture occurs below the water surface. It is like a wave, followed by another wave. In the same sea, you are divided into two parts. You are separated by the most intimate distance. You look at each other from a distance. This is a resting place. After pushing the mountain gate, you can see each other. You are silent

you are unfathomable

The wind on the riverbed is still like that

Gently and firmly touching the water surface

You are shaking, and your left is quiet, and your right is quiet

In the hereditary eyes

We are always the same

Always like this. Slowly

Tears can flow slowly

We can walk slowly like reeds

Forth: Water Village

I don't know when

There are no crops here, and people in the village

live on water. Living in nine places

The water grows here

Flows far away

There is no river

The land flows

Not even

The lower place is the ocean

I have always walked outside the mountain gate in these years

This time I stayed on your shore

Handle, Clean your face

Put your heart on the edge of the water

How many songs are sung farther and farther

How many beautiful scenery have never changed

The water has passed through Jiuzhai

before it has traveled around

it has become a swan song

Haizi one after another

has grown up in my arms

. A ray of sunshine

is close to the emotion

Just like going home. 4. What are the poems that describe Jiuzhaigou

Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.

____ Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems from Thinking, Part Four" has no mausoleum in the mountains, but the river is exhausted. Unless the lofty mountains disappear, unless the surging river dries up.

if heaven and earth are in harmony, they dare to break away from you. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Shangxie" flowers drift and water flows.

one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum, Red Lotus Fragrance, Residual Jade and Dead Autumn" is rolling in the east of the Yangtze River, and the waves are scouring the heroes.

____ Yang Shen's "Linjiangxian Rolling the Yangtze River to the East" has a thin shadow, the water is shallow and the faint fragrance floats at dusk. _ _ _ _ Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden, Part I" but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, raised his glass to eliminate his worries.

____ Li Bai's "Shu Yun, a farewell school book in Xielou, Xuanzhou/Song of Yu Shuhua's Attendant Ascending to the Building", the clouds began to sink, and the rain was coming. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Overlooking at Night/West Gate" is close to the water tower, and the flowers and trees in the sun are easy to spring.

____ Su Lin's "Broken Sentence" withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing people, ancient roads and thin horses. _ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" asks you how much sorrow you can have? Just like a river flowing eastward.

____ Li Yu's When is the Autumn Moon in Spring Flowers? after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "an autumn evening in the mountains" is independent in the cold autumn, and the Xiangjiang River goes north to orange island.

____ Mao Zedong's Qinyuanchun Changsha I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's my retreat at mount zhongnan/First Arrival in the Mountain/Going into the Mountain to Send an Old Friend to the City, phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river.

____ Li Bai's "on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes" Castle Peak is still there, and the sunset is red several times. _ _ _ _ Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy Rolling the Yangtze River to the East" sunset and solitary Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is one color.

____ Wang Bo's Preface to Tengwang Pavilion: The birds in the river are over white, and the mountains are blue and white. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Two Poems" Why don't men take Wu Gou and collect fifty states in Guanshan?

____ Li He's "Thirteen Poems of the South Garden, Part V" In April, all the flowers in the world are blooming, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple misses you every day, and * * * drinks the Yangtze River water.

____ Li Zhiyi's "I live at the head of the Yangtze River", the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Song of Jing Ke/Song of Crossing Yishui" The dream of the sea is long, and you are worried about me.

____ river of no return, an anonymous "Xizhou Qu", is a romantic figure through the ages.