Poems about being familiar with the scenery

1. Write the scenery you are familiar with in 50-word classic poems. Where there is no scenery on earth? Look, beautiful nature, catkins swaying, grass growing and warblers flying, the warmth of spring is a landscape; Green is thick, water waves are sparkling, and summer enthusiasm is a landscape; Golden world, cool breeze, autumn maturity is a landscape; Wan Li is covered with snow, and the purity of winter is a landscape. Harmonious and wonderful nature is an indispensable landscape in the world. There is no scenery on the earth.

Reading, a heavy cultural history, the grandeur of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen" is a landscape;

The sadness of "when is the bright moon, asking for wine from heaven" is the scenery;

"One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" pride and self-confidence is a kind of scenery;

"How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" is like a landscape. Thick and profound culture is an indispensable landscape in the world. There is no scenery on the earth.

Look, the crystallization of human wisdom, the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li is a landscape; Magical and strange civilization miracle pyramid is a landscape; The infinite broadband world is a landscape, and Venus Brokeback is a landscape; The grand blueprint for flying to aliens is scenery; Lian Fang Tower, which is integrated with western architecture, is a landscape.

2. A poem about beautiful scenery * * * Two articles, the first one may be a bit long, so you can take some useful parts. Street view I am a woman who likes to walk in the streets in the early morning, and I like the tranquility and serenity when the city wakes up.

In the early morning, birds are chirping at the top of the tree, and dew is shining in the low bushes. The traffic on the road is sparse, and people who do morning exercises are covered with the glory of the morning sun.

All this is so fresh and fragrant, showing vitality and vigor. I like to see the scenery on the street, or I am one of the scenery this morning, but I always don't think so. My eyes are full of other people's scenery.

(1) The small door of the dormitory compound of an old man who plays erhu on the street corner protrudes from the dormitory 1 m, and there is a small horn between the wall at the door and the building facing the street. In a small corner, a neat little tricycle is parked, and there are some bicycle repair supplies on the tricycle: pump, tire, small toolbox and so on; In front of the tricycle, a well-dressed Xiao Mu old man sat on a stool. Every morning when there is no business, he always babbles on the erhu.

I used to be obsessed with the deep and euphemistic guitar, and I also like the melodious saxophone. In the morning, the sound of the erhu piano on the corner of the old man lingers in my ear, but it is the vicissitudes of time.

Is this old man who loves music remembering the past with the sound of the piano? The song that the old man often plays is "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by A Bing, a blind man. Xu Lu, a friend of A Bing, once described the scene when A Bing played "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon": "Snow floated down like goose feathers, and the park opposite the hall was full of rubble and jade, which was beyond recognition.

Sad erhu sounds came from the street ... I saw an unkempt old man, leaning on a small bamboo pole, leading a blind man from east to west on the park road. In the dim light, I vaguely recognized A Bing and his wife. A Bing is holding a small bamboo pole in his right hand, carrying a lute on his back, and hanging an erhu on his left shoulder, making a sound in the falling snow ... "He Lvting once said:" The nickname "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" is actually contradictory to his music.

Music is not so much a description of the scenery reflecting the moon in Erquan as a profound expression of A Bing's own painful life experience. "Why does the old man play such a sad tune? Day after day, how can the old man's heart bear such heavy pressure? Is he as miserable as blind A Bing? The neat clothes are old-fashioned khaki tunic suits. Although my hair is gray, my face is full of healthy luster.

I hope the old man didn't come to the street to set up a stall to repair his bike because his family was poor, I suppose? Once upon a time, in this gloomy morning light, I sang sadly! On a gloomy morning, I couldn't help standing still, tears filled my eyes, and the skin on my face felt a thrill crawling slowly in the cold wind in the morning. The old man looked up at me. I pass by him every morning. He must be used to it, right? He put one foot down, and the erhu sounded at the door again, but he played a very beautiful melody-the famous Jiangnan song Jasmine: "What a jasmine, what a jasmine."

Fragrant and beautiful, full of branches, full of fragrance, praised by white people ... "It turns out that" Two Springs Reflecting the Moon "can also entertain itself? I didn't cry or laugh and ran away like a violin. " I want to wear one, but I'm afraid it won't sprout in the coming year ... "The euphemistic erhu sound has been chasing me for a long time.

(2) The beggar playing the flute in the pavilion is getting hotter every day. I don't know from which day, a unkempt beggar appeared in the pavilion of the street leisure square. Dirty long hair, dirty coat, dirty shirtless and dirty shorts, he has all the characteristics of a beggar.

The difference is that he can play the flute A clean bamboo flute is always placed on his dirty mouth in the morning and blows through the fog. Outside the pavilion, old people dressed in white and red in twos and threes do morning exercises, dance swords and do exercises, and portable tape recorders play lively songs.

The beggar closed his eyes and played the flute alone. The music he played was obviously a lingering butterfly lovers. Rainbow Wan Li is full of flowers/butterflies in flowers are in pairs/a thousand years are inseparable/Liang Zhu ... Why does this middle-aged beggar play this desolate tune to the extreme every day? Because of his existence, I stayed away from the gazebo, but butterfly lovers is my favorite song. He plays beautifully and is full of sadness.

The relaxed music of the old people can't hide his bamboo flute. Butterfly lovers's lingering flute, like dewdrops, entered my ears coolly, filled my heart coldly and filled my mind with sadness. This tortured music, this inexplicable beggar! A windy morning brought me into close contact with beggars.

A butterfly, lying on my road, pulls my hurried steps. An old butterfly, once colorful, has withered like a yellow leaf.

The old butterfly, oh, the strong wind blew it to the ground, and it could not fly any more, flapping its weak wings in vain. The gloomy sky, the morning in late spring is so gloomy, there are few pedestrians and people doing morning exercises, which is too far from here. No one can help me, only beggars are closer to me.

I know I should pick up the old butterfly and put it on the grass or branches to avoid it being trampled, but I am a little girl and dare not catch any kunyun and small animals with my hands. Who can help me? Only this beggar who is still playing butterfly lovers with his eyes closed. "Ah, you, you, please come here.

Do me a favor, will you? "I shouted. Finally, he understood that I was calling him, put down the bamboo flute, got up slowly and came to me hesitantly.

Just then, from the street building, a fat old lady came out like a gust of wind. She quickly overtook me, wearing leather shoes, stepping on the old butterfly without scruple, and even deliberately turning the soles heavily.

"ah!" There was a cry of pain in my heart. "I thought it was rhubarb leaves."

The fat woman looked at my fiery eyes and stopped to explain. If you know what you stepped on, why did you step on it so hard? Can fallen leaves be trampled at will? I can't bear to see the fragments of the old butterfly again.

The beggar stood aside, his eyes gradually submerged.

3. Appreciation of Ancient Landscape Poems (Ten Poems) Cutting Wheat Tian Jia is less idle in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Bai Juyi (AD 772 -846), whose real name was Lotte, was originally from Taiyuan (now the south of Taiyuan, Shanxi Province) and later moved to Weinan, Shaanxi Province (now the north of Weinan). After seven dynasties: Daizong, Dezong, Xianzong, Mu Zong, Jing Zong, Wenzong and Wuzong. Zhou Zhiwei, Zuo Shiyi, Zuo Zanshan, Jiangzhou Sima, Hangzhou Secretariat, Suzhou Secretariat, Prince Shaofu, etc.

Bai Juyi had enthusiasm and spirit in his early days. He is an official and poet who sympathizes with the people, dares to reflect their sufferings, and dares to expose the dark side of the officialdom nobility. In the later period, the spirit disappeared, the edges and corners were smooth, and he devoted himself to Buddhism. In order to satisfy Changle, he lived alone.

Bai Juyi's poems are famous for their popularity and simplicity. Today, there are more than 3,000 works, which he divided into four categories: satirical poems, leisurely poems, sentimental poems and miscellaneous poems. Yuan Zhen edited Bai's "Changqing Collection" for this purpose. Seeing Wheat Cutting is a poem written by Bai Juyi when he was a county magistrate in zhouzhi county, and he felt the hard-working and poor life of the local people. The work criticizes the heavy taxes that caused people's poverty, and feels deeply guilty about not doing anything with enough food and drink, showing the humanitarian spirit of a conscientious feudal official.

This poem was written in the second year of Yuanhe in Tang Xianzong (807), when the poet was thirty-six years old. Zhouzhi county is located in the west of Xi City, Shaanxi Province.

The county commandant is responsible for catching thieves and collecting taxes in the county. Because Bai Juyi is in charge of this matter; Therefore, he is also most aware of the disaster suffered by the working people in this respect: harvesting.

The whole poem is divided into four layers, the first layer is four sentences, explaining time and its environmental atmosphere. As the saying goes, "farmers have less leisure in January and people are twice as busy in May", and the following things will happen in May when people are twice as busy.

These two sentences always affect the whole body, revealing the author's sympathy for the working people at the beginning; "At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow." There is a harvest scene, and the big picture is pleasing to the eye. But who can think of the sadness of farmers under this harvest scene? Eight sentences on the second floor show this "busy" wheat harvest scene through specific families.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are carrying rice baskets, while little grandson is carrying a kettle. They are going to deliver meals to people who work in the fields. Men go to the fields before dawn; After getting up, women are busy with housework before cooking; The little grandson went to the fields with his grandma and mom when they were delivering food.

They will work with the men after supper. Do you think this family is busy? "It was full of the heat of the country, and my back was burned by the sun.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. "These four sentences describe the wheat harvest positively.

Their faces face the earth and their backs face the blue sky. The bottom is steamed like a cage, and the top is roasted like fire. However, they waved their sickles with all their strength and cut them all the way forward. It seems that they have completely forgotten the heat, because this is "the tiger's mouth grabs the food", and time must be seized! Daughter-in-law: daughter-in-law and mother-in-law. In ancient times, the daughter-in-law was called mother-in-law and the father-in-law was called uncle. Lotus: shoulders; Food is packed in baskets, which means rice baskets.

Pot pulp: the pot is filled with water, which means the kettle here. Tian: People at work deliver food.

Ding Zhuang: Adult male labor force. Baking.

Cherish: cherish. Reluctant to waste. The weather is so hot and the days are so long, but people work hard and are afraid of wasting a little time, which shows how much people cherish the wheat they are about to get.

The word "pity" is well used here, which is a kind of writing that goes against human nature to highlight the emotional strength of people here and now. Bai Juyi's "Charcoal Man" has a saying that "poor clothes are simple, my heart is worried about charcoal, and my eyes are cold". The usage of the word "wish" is exactly the same as "cherish" here.

In three stories and eight sentences, the camera turned to a poor woman who was ruined by taxes. At present, she can only make a living by harvesting wheat ears, which is one level lower than the above-mentioned families who are busy harvesting wheat ears. Look at her image: a child in her left hand, a broken bamboo basket in her arms, and a fallen ear of wheat in her right hand.

How tired you are, and how little you get! But what can we do? Now it's time to harvest the wheat, and there are still ears to pick. If you want to change, you must beg in the street. Last year and the year before last, her family also had land to plant and a family that Michael wanted to collect. It was only later that taxes were cornered and family property and land were changed, which led to this situation today.

Bing: Here you are. Tian Jia: This refers to the property of a farmer.

Lose: pay. The fourth floor, six sentences, the poet feels guilty and ashamed of such a tragic scene under the bumper harvest.

Things: engage in. Sui Yan: At the end of the year.

The title of the work is "Watching the Wheat Harvest", but what actually appears on the screen is a wheat harvester next to the wheat harvester, and the author's attention is just more focused on the latter. At present, they are rich and poor in different degrees, but their fate is closely related.

Gleaner, who is sad and poor today, was a hard and busy reaper yesterday; I also know that today's hard-working wheat harvester will not be reduced to miserable and miserable wheat pickers tomorrow. As long as there are heavy taxes, the working people will never escape bankruptcy. Here, the author sharply criticized the tax system that harmed the people at that time and expressed deep sympathy for the suffering of the working people.

Moreover, it is not general sympathy, but further putting yourself in, feeling that you are too different from the working people and feel guilty. Bai Juyi's poems at this time truly reflect the thoughts and feelings of the working people and breathe out their voices.

The basic feature of this poem is to describe the real life scene truthfully, without exaggeration. He chose the busy family and the bleak gleaning scene, which made them form a strong contrast.

Although the former is bitter and tired, there is still hope for them for the time being. As for the latter, it is completely broken duckweed, which is in jeopardy. The scenes, atmosphere, image and psychology shown by the two lenses are very good.

At the end of the poem is a comment, which is the same as many satirical poems by Bai Juyi. The argument of this poem does not directly point to the root of social diseases, but shows self-guilt.

4. Looking for five ancient poems, deer firewood.

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.

The Hanjiang River is flooding.

Three branches in the south reach Chu territory, and nine branches flow to Jingmen.

The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky.

These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .

This poem focuses on the big picture and describes the magnificent mountains and rivers in Xiangyang area, with great momentum and broad artistic conception. The combination of "This river crosses the heavens and the earth, and there are both mountains and mountains here" has become a famous sentence throughout the ages.

Autumn sentiment in mountain residence

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

This poem outlines the moon, spring flow, bamboo noise, lotus movement and other special things with delicate strokes, and presents readers with a fresh, beautiful, beautiful and harmonious mountain color map after the autumn rain. When Wang Sun pointed to the poet himself, he reversed the poem "Wang Gui, you can't stay in the mountains for a long time" in The Songs of the South, saying that the scenery in the mountains is particularly charming.

Zhong Nanshan

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, from the mountain to the corner of the sea.

The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.

Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

This poem aims to lament the magnificent growth of Mount Zhongnan. The first pair of couplets is about a long-term vision, expressing the majestic mountains with artistic exaggeration. Zhuan Xu wrote a close-up, describing what he saw in the mountains, describing the change, movement and deformation of clouds and gas, and she was very pregnant. The Necklace further describes the vast northern part of Shan Zhinan and various mountains and valleys. At the end of the couplet, I want to stay in the mountains for the victory in the mountains. The word "separated by a water" points out the position of the author's "vision"

Through the temple of Ji Xiang.

I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.

Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.

Spring listens to swallow dangerous stones, and the sun is tempered by pines.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Ji Xiang Temple: The former site is in the south of Chang 'an County, Shaanxi Province. Drug-making dragon: Buddhism is a metaphor for evil thoughts and delusions. See Nirvana Sutra: "But there are poisonous dragons in my residence, and I am afraid of harm." There is not a word about the temple in the whole poem, but the environment outside the temple, especially the depth of the ancient temple

Nobuyuki Nobuyuki

After the rain, the new clear sky is particularly open, and the vision is open without any fog and dust.

The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.

The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge.

It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.

This poem describes the countryside in early summer. It was sunny after the rain, and the poet looked at the scenery vilen saw.

The famous saying about scenery is 1. Leave a place and the scenery will no longer belong to you. If you miss someone, that person has nothing to do with you.

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. -Famous sayings about scenery

3. In the cool March, the fireworks and drizzle in the poem, the fallen leaves through the forest, wet the flying kites, and those invisible dreams precipitated a little heavy. Qingming has not arrived, but it has stolen the timely scenery. Willow with wind blowing fine flour, apricot with rain wet Tsing Yi. The sunshine that meets occasionally is the warmth of pure color, like the spring wildflowers beside the broken bridge, with a humble flowering period, but still simple and beautiful. You will see that the city has opened a beautiful sea of flowers.

You are the scenery that I can't photograph along the way.

5. The long-lost west wind roared through the ears of youth. A faint cold current gathered outside the window. Familiar scenery, unfamiliar faces. The leaves are still falling, but I have no interest in seeing the scenery. Old places and forgotten memories; Slowly, like coffee, it overflows with attractive aroma; Over the bank of youth, scattered with the wind.

6. There are also landscape poems in familiar places. Familiar places also have scenery. In a distant but loud crow, the sleeping town yawned and rubbed its sleepy eyes, and gradually woke up.

A busy and comfortable day in the city has begun! I put on my schoolbag and crept downstairs for fear of waking my sleeping neighbor. Grandma downstairs is still burning her coal stove.

Grandma fanned it gently with a cattail leaf fan, and the smoke suddenly came out, drew a gentle arc in the air, and turned around the old crooked neck tree three times before reluctantly dispersing. "Hey, little darling, so early.

There will be an exam today, right? Be careful, you will do well in the exam! "Grandma smiled when she saw me. Her wrinkled face smiled more and more like a blooming chrysanthemum, and even her cuffs, trouser legs and elbows were wrinkled. "Be careful, don't choke! "Grandma's cattail leaf fan, which has been used for decades, brushed away the smoke, and I walked in the fresh air.

Grandma's coal stove and cattail leaf fan are a fresh scenery. In the distance, I saw the iron gate open.

That mottled iron gate is a loyal guard. Time has left a mark on it mercilessly, but it is still determined to protect the safety of residents.

The old janitor is sitting under the crooked neck tree drinking tea. That familiar teapot should be bigger than me. Green tea leaves turned around and danced a soft and light waltz, overflowing with refreshing fragrance.

"Grandpa, how to get earlier and earlier today? It's not all bright yet! " "This is not to open the door for the little darling, little darling to the senior high school entrance examination, my father-in-law to make a good start! Hehe! " Father-in-law also smiled, revealing his yellow teeth and almost laughing at the tea in his mouth. The iron gate and teapot of my father-in-law's house are a warm scenery.

The sweet smell filled the whole alley early. Earlier, the master was as busy as a top. When he saw me, he stopped: "Little girl, did you take the middle school entrance exam today? Master has prepared the necessary breakfast for you! Cake, jiaozi! I wish you all the best in high school! " The master handed me the breakfast that had already been prepared, and his thick hand plate was wiped on the greasy apron, with a smile on his face. Even that simple and honest smile is shiny.

I was just about to pay out my money when the master stopped me: "This time it's from me. It's a contribution to your exam!" " "Then I turned and filed a steamer. The steaming steam washed up on the roof, and a warm current suddenly penetrated into my heart. Master Zao's oily laughter is a warm scenery.

Along the way, familiar scenery all the way. I paint this landscape full of human brilliance as a peach blossom that is full of self-thanks. Although it doesn't shine, it has its own warmth and elegance. I cut this familiar place and warm scenery into beautiful pictures and left them in my heart. I'm not afraid to go into the infinite future.

The chicken crowed three times and the town woke up in the warm morning sun. Familiar places have also gently pushed away the scenery of Chai Men, which can't be hidden for long, and time flows freely in silence.

I escaped from the shackles of the city and came here-I wear ancient incense every day. Gu Xiang is quiet and beautiful, with mottled Chai Men, green ground and wet black eaves.

The shadow of the yellow sun swept the long-sleeping white wall, where time froze. For thousands of years, it has precipitated beauty and left us with memories and feelings. I think Gu Xiang walks around every day, as if no one has appreciated her carefully.

She kept a low profile and looked forward to it alone. Time goes by like running water.

I walked in the ancient incense, and she stubbornly maintained her elegance in the glitz of the city. But I left in a hurry before and didn't notice this "familiar and unfamiliar beauty".

I heard insects and birds singing, but I didn't hear Lang Lang reading-please don't regret it. Because I overheard Hu Qin's voice, which sang such an ancient legend as Love in a Fallen City by Zhang Ailing.

Behind the old wall, a bunch of fresh and green roses are quietly opening. Holy and elegant, open between heaven and earth, with a smile.

It's so beautiful that Li Qingzhao sighed thousands of years ago. "I'm afraid Lang guessed that a slave's face is not as good as a flower's face." It is open, faintly with the beauty of ancient fragrance and youth.

The familiar smell lingered around me, and I was intoxicated. When did this classical spirit floating from ancient times lose its way in the noise of the city? I don't know, I don't ask, I smile, think and remember.

Running water has passed, and I heard a sigh many years ago, "as beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies." But when I think about it, I feel relieved again.

Life permeates here and communicates with nature. I lost my way in this familiar alley with the leisure of "Time flies like an arrow, like water passing by".

Gu Xiang is a low-key person. She has been staying in the long river of years, waiting for her. Will the lilac-like woman seen by poet Dai Wangshu be a good memory in the alley? The destination is downtown.

But I don't want to leave. I was fascinated by this classical flavor. Every minute, every second, every year, every hundred years ... it doesn't matter.

I am amazed at this corner of the world. Thanks to it, I suddenly realize that beautiful scenery is everywhere. Three or two old people were staring at the door with fans. They must also be Gu Xiang's companions.

Just like light tea, it is not strong, strong, urgent, impetuous, heavy or floating. Calm and calm, indifferent and far-reaching.

It is a plain face as low as dust, and it is the power to hold up the soul and fly high. Slowly pour, let the world glitz, like the dense fog in front of you, linger and disappear without a trace.

Inadvertently glance, Gu Xiang crawled on the wall covered with creepers. Perhaps, young imagination and ancient tension are inseparable. Parthenocissus tricuspidata opened and fell, fell and opened, and the old wall remained the same.

Familiar Gu Xiang, your hidden beauty makes people lament. "When I suddenly turned around, the man was in the dim light." That's how you show me this amazing feeling.

The beauty of this world is created by the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, so it is eternal. It brought me a novel shock. How can this familiar place be called "beautiful scenery"? The sage is right: there is no shortage of beauty in the world, and there is no shortage of eyes to find beauty.

Today I opened my eyes and saw the beautiful scenery of this familiar place. Hu Qin is still ringing.

7. Choose an ancient poem that you are familiar with and use your reasonable imagination to expand it into a paragraph of 150 words. Spring has come, and under the blowing of the spring breeze, Mount Cisse has put on a new green dress. Egrets fly high in the blue sky from time to time. The stream at the foot of the mountain tinkled forward. Peach blossoms with bright branches are blooming on the banks of the stream, and there are many fresh and fat tuna in the stream. What a vivid and natural spring scene it is. It is cheerful, smooth and full of vitality. In this beautiful spring, wearing a hat and hemp fiber, bathed in oblique wind and drizzle, quietly sitting by the river fishing, where would you like to go home? Poetry: Fisherman-In front of Mount Zhang Xisai, egrets spread their wings, peach blossoms bloom, spring water rises and fish grow.

8. Four Scenery Poems: two sentences in four seasons (preferably familiar). Singing willows in spring, decorating trees in He Biyu, and hanging tapestries of thousands of strands of moss. I wonder who cut these beautiful leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. In the evening of Dufu, flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. By the river, Master Du Fu Huang Tower stands in front of the river, and the spring breeze is lazy and sleepy. Clusters of peach blossoms are in full bloom, lovely and deep red, and love light red. Fishermen in Zhangli, egrets flying in front of Cisai Mountain, peach blossoms flowing water and mandarin fish fat. These flowers are green and green. In summer, I saw a Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a yellow cow and singing loudly. He tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly he kept silent. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus reflected in the sun is different. On June 27th, Su Shi Wang Hulou was drunk with books, turned dark clouds over mountains and mountains, and jumped into a boat in white rain. The wind comes and goes, and the water under the lake looks like the sky. The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin. No one crossed the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies were flying. In autumn, Jiang Feng fell asleep fishing on a frosty night near Zhangjifeng Bridge. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight. In the mountains, Du Mu is far away from Hanshan stone path, and there are people. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Never be tall and comfortable in Huang Yun in winter. There are no birds in the mountains of Liu Zongyuan, Jiang Xue, and there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat and a bamboo cloak, an old man is fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.