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Poetry about Luyang Lake

1. A 400-word essay about Luyang Lake

Luyang Lake should be the name of this land five hundred years ago.

Today her name is Lubo Beach, a vast white salt-alkali beach. People living along the coast call her salt flat, and they are also called "salt flat people" by people outside the beach.

The village style on both sides of the salt flat is simple and the villagers are honest, so the "Yan Flat people" have a nickname - "Yan Guazi". If you want to know who is the "salt melon seed" in a group of people, you don't need to ask. Just look at their yellow teeth and you will know.

People who grew up on the beach all had a unique set of teeth with fluorosis due to long-term drinking of fluoride-containing saline water. I grew up in a village called Tanzhapo on the south bank of Lubo Beach in Zhangqiao, Fuping, and I am an authentic Tanli person.

After exiting the north gate of the village and going down a small slope, you will reach the beach. The story I know about the beach is naturally the story of the beach at my doorstep.

How Luyang Lake transformed from a pool of clear water into a deserted Lubo Beach is a very ancient thing, so ancient that it is already connected with legends. There are many legends about the disappearance of the lake, and Yang Jue's worship of the lake is just one of them.

What I want to believe the most is a romantic and tragic version. This legend begins with the fact that saltgrass grows everywhere in the beach. Saltgrass also has a name, "Asparagus".

It is said that this place was once a vast lake. The fragrance of rice on both sides of the river and the green lotuses on the lake look like the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

I don’t know when, a black dragon came into the lake. This black dragon took a fancy to a beautiful girl by the lake, and shamelessly entangled her with her.

How could the girl agree? Besides, he already has his sweetheart. When the black dragon saw that the girl refused, he repeatedly caused trouble and harmed his neighbors.

In order to save his fellow villagers and his own love, the brave young man jumped into the lake without hesitation to fight the evil dragon, and finally died together. When the girl found out, she also went to the lake.

For some reason, Luyang Lake has dried up since then. Only the dragon's beard turned into a beach full of asparagus.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but the quiet Lubo Beach has become lively. The excitement stems from a temple built on a high platform in the center of the beach.

Because the temple was built in the beach, people called it the Tanli Temple. When was this temple built? None of the old people in the village could explain it clearly. They only knew that the temple fair here was very lively before liberation.

Every March in spring, dragons’ beards are green and purple swallows are whispering. Faithful men and women from all over the world come to attend the temple fair. They flock to the temple, burn incense and worship Buddha, make wishes and draw lots. Their moods are as bright as the spring sunshine.

As more people come here, there are people selling food and drink, as well as people playing social games, and it has become a street market. In the late 1950s, the temple became a labor camp in New China, and the temple fair was moved to Liuji Street on the west bank of the beach.

To this day, the locals still call the Liuji Street Spring Festival Fair as Shangtanli Temple. The temple later disappeared during the heat wave of the Cultural Revolution.

The "Salt Flat People" did not burn or smash the temple, but carefully demolished the temple. They used dismantled bricks, tiles and wood to build primary school classrooms.

The "Salt Flat People" may not have realized that their move at that time inadvertently caused people to transform their worship of Buddha into the worship of knowledge. I have never seen the temple with my own eyes.

When I was young, my friends often went to the ruins of the temple site to pick up carved bricks to play with. I can only ride on a pair of stone lions that have been polished extremely smooth by wind and rain in the setting sun, and recall the prosperity of the temple fair back then; I can only guess the majesty of the temple from the students' admiration for the thick beams in the classroom.

Today, the pair of lions that once guarded the temple gate stand quietly in front of the Zhangqiao Town Government, silently witnessing the vicissitudes of the world. The salt flats are barren, but they are equally generous and have nourished generations of people along the coast with all they have.

Since it is a salt flat, salt is naturally produced. The process of producing salt is also very special. It is not dried but boiled.

The process of boiling salt is to put the brine in a large-diameter flat-bottomed iron pot, heat it over high heat, and then cool it. The salt precipitated and condensed layer by layer on the bottom of the pot, eventually forming a one-inch-thick, yellow-brown block that looked exactly like the wooden pot lids people use.

The locals call the pot lid "pot plate" and the salt is called "pot plate salt". In the ancient river channel south of the beach, there used to be a shallow water more than ten feet wide flowing all year round, with a very thin reed growing in the water.

Local people can weave mature reeds into bamboo strips with twine twisted by themselves. Ziezi is a must-have material for local people to build tile houses.

In the late 1970s, the responsibility system had not yet been implemented, and the reeds in the beach were the property of the production team. Every late autumn and early winter, people in the team put on rain boots and collectively go into the cold water to cut reeds.

Then they were brought back by bullock carts and piled in the open space of the village, and then team cadres distributed them to each household. Throughout the winter, reed flowers bloomed everywhere in the village.

Every household is making bamboo baskets. After the bamboo strips were made, people used frame carts to take them to the markets of Sufang and Xingzhen in Pucheng to sell them.

Although tall trees cannot grow in the beach, wolfberry can grow tenaciously in the saline-alkali land. Back then, our elementary school opened up a wolfberry garden in Tanli, which was about two or three acres in size and contained a hundred or so wolfberry trees.

Every year during the wolfberry season, each class in our school takes turns picking wolfberries in the garden. In order to prevent us from eating it, the teacher always said that it had been sprayed with pesticides.

At first the children behaved well, but there were always a few who were bold enough to eat secretly, and eventually everyone started eating too. The taste of fresh wolfberry is very sweet, and I still can’t forget it.

The salt flats are desolate, but they also bring happiness to people. Frogs are undoubtedly the best singers on the salt flats.

In late spring, every evening, the croaking of frogs will come one after another from the water where the reed tips have just emerged. People who have been working for a day listen to the wonderful croaking of frogs and begin to think of the harvest years. scene. Experienced people can hear changes in the weather from the sound of frogs and arrange farm work early.

The salt flats in summer are a paradise for children. There are many wild fish growing in the water on the beach.

While herding sheep, the friends fished or swam in the water of the alkali drainage channel. Catching fish means that a few children muddy the water and catch the fish when it comes to the surface to take a breath.

Swimming is just a group of boys stripping off their clothes and jumping into the water for a while, only knowing how to paddle. When I was taking swimming lessons in college, I saw those landlubbers by the pool who didn't dare to go into the water. The dog paddle also allowed me to satisfy my vanity.

The salt flat is so sacred that Lubo Beach has been a must-write subject for students in our primary school for many years. At that time, we just wrote about the scenery of Lubotan in the four seasons in the same way, how is Lubotan in spring, how is summer... Our class is a bit different. 2. Poems describing Qiantang Lake

Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Langtaosha Liu Yuxi In August, the waves roared to the ground, and the head was several feet high and touched the mountain.

After a while, he entered the sea gate, rolling up piles of sand like snowdrifts. The tide of Qiantang River is hidden in anger, and the land on the bank of Luosha River is about to float.

Keeping great faith in the long journey, you also know that it will flow advection over and over again. There is no bottom for any huge dip, and there is only the head for crossing Xiling.

Who is in charge of the morning and evening? How can I ride on the carp and ask the Marquis of Yang? In autumn, when the Qiantang River flows through the river, it dips into the east pole, and the mountains swallow up the wild plains.

Because I know Wu hates each other, I can’t stop hearing the sound of the waves. The black air fills the Jiao Cave, and the autumn clouds enter the war city.

Thousands of tourists have passed by this white mustache. Waiting for the Tide on the Qiantang River A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Hu Zhonggong When the tide comes, a thousand ships are moving, and the waves are noisy and thousands of drums are beating.

The river is turning clear and the snow is rolling, and the sea is rising and the stone pond is flat. The shadow of the sail can be seen in the forest, and the light on the house is bright.

The green mountains come from Wu and Yue, and they are in love with each other. Watching the Tide in Qiantang, a Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Liu Fu This is a scenic spot in the southeast, next to Zixu Temple.

I don’t know how many heroic tears turned into thousands of years of angry waves. Thunder and drums are far away, startling strange insects in the river, and snow chariots are driving high above the sea gate.

Wu'er regards life as lightly as a leaf, and dances with great spirit. Reminiscing about the Qiantang River, a complete poem of the Song Dynasty - Li Gou In the past, he returned to the sail while drunk, half a day and a half away from the front mountain.

Fortunately, the river is full of flowers, and the narcissus is wearing a light red shirt. Qiantang River Tide - A Complete Song Poetry - Shi Wenjue When I first heard the sound of thousands of horses, it gradually seemed like the Great Wall.

Far from Sanshan, Gaolian is flat on both sides. Lingfeng adds to the anger, reflecting the sun as a false light.

If it were Wu Xupo, how would he survive the Yue soldiers? On the Qiantang River - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Yang Pan The scenery of the river stretches across the river, but only a few of them are ancient and clear.

Guest-mindedness and surges, current affairs and tides arise. The road turns to green mountains and the sand is blank with birds flying.

After a few years of dreaming about the sea, I can only sing with emotion. Qiantang River - Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Zhu Jifang There are no tall trees in Jipu, only the sky is vast.

The water of the river is black when the tide comes, and the sea gate is red when the sun rises. On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, east and west, thousands of sails come and go.

Beyond the mountains of the Central Plains, the lingering dreams are returning to Hong Kong. Jiuquanzi (10 out of 10) Pan Lang Long memories of watching the tide, Manguo people vying to look up the river.

All the doubts are gone. Amidst the sound of thousands of drums.

Nong Taoer stands facing Tao. Keep the red flag in hand without getting wet.

Don’t come here and look into your dreams. Mengjue is still heartbroken.

Watching the Tide (Watching the Tide in Qiantang on August 15th) Zhao Ding The twin peaks rush far away, echoing back and forth, splashing with rain and flying sand. The frost is cold, the swords are shining, the wind is blowing, the horses are in formation, and it is like hearing thousands of drums coming together.

Children’s jokes make fun of husband’s mistakes. The water rhinoceros and the powerful crossbow fight against fish and shrimp.

The dragons are still there, roaring to the end of the world. Thunder drives lightning and boasts fiercely.

Like clouds hanging down the back of a peng, snow blowing out whale teeth. It will disappear in a moment, the sky will be the color of water, and the Qiongtian will be flawless.

The ordinary eyes are surprised. It seems that the three islands are hazy.

The old hermitage is still there, when will I return to Panlingcha? A poem by Zhang Tian of the Ming Dynasty. The tide goes out and spring returns, and autumn comes again. The Qiantang River flows to the head of the lake.

Yuanlang is like the tide of the river, flowing continuously in the evening and in the morning. Dengzixu Temple is a place where you can watch the tide of the Qiantang River. It is divided into two banks by Wuyue in the Ming Dynasty, and the roaring waves roar like thunder through the ages.

If Zixu does not die as a loyal minister, Gou Jian will not be the hegemon after all. The years wear away people and they grow old, but the mountains and rivers are magnificent and I will come back.

The iron arrows of the barbarians and barbarians are all safe, and their eyes can stop the flood waves from returning thousands of miles away. After watching the moon, go to Haining Prefecture to climb the seawall to watch the tide. Ruan Yuan, Qing Dynasty. The tide of Qiantang River is the largest in autumn, and it does not reach Yanguan 50% of the time.

I came to Yanguantang to stand up, and I was late at noon on the first day of the month. The water in the river suddenly condensed and did not dare to go eastward, while Haikou was trembling and spitting out in the west.

If the tide does not move, it will fly straight up; if the water does not flow horizontally, it will stand upright. If the sea is angry again by the mausoleum, thousands of thunder drums will vibrate in the earth.

The horse sits high on the horse's head and dances with the dragon, and pulls out arrows and fires King Qian's crossbow. In a moment, it shakes the roots of the pond and shakes thousands of people.

Like black clouds, whirlwind and rain, like galloping horses fighting brave tigers. Like yin and yang charcoal boiling on the bottom of the sea, like a gourd that cannot be controlled.

Three thousand waters moved into Cangming, and twelve cities fell to the sky pillar. The anger is swallowed up in the sky, and it is about to wash away the earth in Yuhang.

Alas, it is hard for Emperor Wa to make up for the lack of land, and God Yu feels sad that his great work has not been completed. This is the shortcoming of Southeast, how can it be a mere literary and military work.

The vast sea and mulberry fields are separated by a dike, and fish, dragons, and succulent heads are adjacent to each other. My emperor's merits and deeds have extended to the surrounding area, and I have personally built a long defense for security.

All money is used to build ponds, so that the common people cannot bathe in salty brine. Recently, the ocher in the niche has risen and crossed the sand, but Zhijian Mountain serves as the gateway.

There are 100,000 rows of piles of goose teeth, and a three-layer foundation of fish-scale boulders. There are ancient relics before Wang Chong's theory, but there are no strange words after Mei Cheng's speech.

Sigh, this tide in this pond has lasted for eternity, and the poet’s heart is filled with joy and the emperor’s heart is suffering. Crossing the Qiantang River in the evening by Wang Yinhuai, Qing Dynasty The sound of Luosha River is like thunder, and the boat is rocking against the roaring waves.

The body is full of lone gulls from the earth, and the tide carries the mountains and thousands of horses. When crossing to the south, the autumn grass is silent, while the drums and horns in Xiling are mournful at sunset.

I am really not lazy when I am in prison in ancient times. I call for a glass of Yuhang wine. Watching the Tide in Qiantang, Qing Dynasty, Tang Jinzhao. The first sound of thunder turned to Haimen, and thousands of stacks were really like piles of snow.

The prosperity has swallowed up Wen Zhong's tomb, and the aftermath is still on the Zi mausoleum. The whole army of Jin and Kou was sent to the bottom, and the king of archers came together to borrow money.

I want to write something spectacular but my pen is weak. I can only see the Yinshan Mountain in vain. 3. Poems describing the Qiantang River

"With Yan Qiantang Climbing Zhangting Pavilion to Watch the Tide" "I heard thunder and tremors for a hundred miles, and I stopped playing my strings for a while. Riding out from the house, I waited on the river to watch the tide. The autumn sky was shining brightly. , the floating sky is wide. The waves are like snow, and the mountain is cold."

"Lang Tao Sha" "The waves roared to the ground, and the head was several feet high, but it came back in a moment. "Going to Haimen, the piles of sand are like snow piles."

"Tide" "The tide falls in the morning and the tide comes in the evening. Not only does time flow from dawn to dusk, but Hangzhou is driven by the tide as it ages. . ”

“On the night of August 15th, the moonlight is beautiful everywhere. It’s like a hut or a city building. The smell of oranges in the fields in front of the flavor hall is beautiful.” Autumn lotuses grow old by the Tanqiao River. The tide of August and eighteen is unparalleled in the world.

Kunpeng's water strikes three thousand miles away, and the team leader drives away a hundred thousand men; the red flags and green caps flicker and disappear, and the black sand and white waves swallow each other up. It is difficult to meet in ancient times in life. What are the two benefits of this trip? May you add candles after hearing this, and the white robe outside the door will look like a standing swan. "

"Qiantang River Tide" "The roar of anger is so strong that the land on the Rakshasa River is about to float. Keeping great faith in the long journey, you also know that it will flow repeatedly. There is no bottom for any huge dip, and there is only the head for crossing Xiling. Who is in charge of the morning and evening? How can I ride on the carp and ask the Marquis of Yang? "

"Qijue·Tide Watching" "Thousands of miles of waves are rolling in, and snowflakes are flying towards the Diaoyutai. The crowds of people praised the vast lineup, and the iron horses calmly killed the enemy. "

"Viewing the Waves of Zhejiang" "The tides on August 18th are unparalleled in the world. Kunpeng's water strikes three thousand miles away, and his team trains to drive hundreds of thousands of men. The red flag and the green cover illuminate each other, and the black sand and white waves swallow each other up. It is difficult to meet in ancient times in life, and we will get this feeling, this scene, and both. May you add candles after hearing this, and the white robe outside the door will look like a standing swan. ” 4. Poems describing the Qiantang River

1. “Recalling the Qiantang River”

Song Dynasty: Li Gou

In the past, he returned to the sails while drunk, hidden in the mountains The day before yesterday, the sun was shining brightly on the riverbank, and the daffodils were all dressed in light red shirts.

I boarded the sailboat returning home drunkenly and looked at the faint green mountains on both sides of the bank. It has fallen halfway. At this moment, the most charming thing is that the river is full of red light, and the dots of white sails on the river are like goddesses in the water wearing light red clothes.

2. "The Golden Wisp: I Lived on the Qiantang River"

Song Dynasty: Sima Chang

I lived on the Qiantang River. The flowers fall and bloom, regardless of the passing year. As the spring color fades away, there are a few bursts of yellow plum rain on the screen window.

The rhinoceros is combing through the clouds, and the sandalwood board is lightly tapping, and I can't find any trace of the broken clouds. I dream back to the bright moon in Nanpu.

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My home is on the bank of the prosperous Qiantang River, where flowers are blooming and falling, and now the swallows are taking away the beautiful spring scenery again. At dusk, a drizzle begins outside the screen window. . I put the rhinoceros comb on my head, letting my hair hang halfway down my temples, banging on the sandalwood board, and singing a beautiful song. I looked up at the blank clouds, not knowing where they were drifting. When I woke up, I saw the bright moon rising over the spring river.

3. "The Proud Fisherman: The Doctor Sends Off the Platform to Guard the River"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The lights are out in the west building after seeing off the guests. The tide is coming tomorrow, and the tide is steady.

The river seems to be lonely and lonely. Don't learn from the gentle flow. Be faithful on the Qiantang River.

After the guests left, the lights were gone, and a pale moon hung on the west tower. The tide in the Qiantang River does not rise regularly. I hope that the tide will be stable and quiet, so that my friends can sail peacefully. The Qiantang River seems to understand the depressed mood of a "lone guest" who has left my friend. Don't look down upon me with the snobbery that is popular today. Those who have suffered setbacks for many years, you and I must send letters to ask questions frequently, and we must abide by the loyalty oath of friendship on the Qiantang River.

4. "Golden Thread: Live on the Qiantang River" < /p>

Song Dynasty: Sima Chang's family lives on the Qiantang River. No matter how old the flowers are, the swallows will leave the screen window at dusk. The rhinoceros is combed through the clouds, and the clear song is sung on the sandalwood board. The clouds are wandering to nowhere.

My home is by the prosperous Qiantang River, and the flowers are blooming. Let the years go by. Now the swallows are taking away the beautiful spring scenery. At this dusk, a drizzle falls outside the screen window. I put the rhinoceros comb on my head and let my hair hang half down. Knock on the sandalwood board and sing a beautiful song. Look up at the empty clouds high in the sky, wondering where they are drifting. After waking up from the dream, you can only see the bright moon rising slowly from the bank of the Spring River.

5. "Ying Ju Ti Qiantang Mansion"

Tang Dynasty: Zhou Kuangwu

The vast natural chasm is thousands of miles away, and the Qin Emperor's affairs are uneasy.

There is no money to cross the Qiantang River estuary, and it blocks the two waves of faith in Xiling.

Thousands of miles away, the horizon is far away, Qin Shihuang has no choice but not to see (here). There is no money crossing the Qiantang River estuary, blocking the waves on both sides of Xiling.

5. Poems about the spring tide of the Qiantang River

Poems about the spring tide of the Qiantang River are:

1. Poseidon crosses the evil wind from the east and returns, and the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen and open it. How is it like this in August in Zhejiang? The waves are like snow coming from the mountains.

Source: "Hengjiang Ci" Author: Li Bai

2. When the wave comes, it becomes more powerful, and the hunter rides the wind. Thunder shook the clouds, and mountains flew into the frost and snow.

Source: "Tide Watching at Zhangting" Author: Song Yu

3. Thousands of miles of waves are rolling in, and snowflakes are flying towards the Diaoyutai. The crowds of people praised the vast lineup, and the iron horses calmly killed the enemy.

Source: "Seven Wonders·Tide Observation" Author: Mao Zedong

4. The eighteenth tide in August is unparalleled in the world. Kunpeng's water strikes three thousand miles away, and his team trains to drive hundreds of thousands of men. The red flag and the green cover illuminate each other, and the black sand and white waves swallow each other up. It is difficult to meet in ancient times in life, and we will get this feeling, this scene, and both. May you add candles after hearing this, and the white robe outside the door will look like a standing swan.

Source: "Viewing the Waves of Zhejiang" Author: Su Shi

5. The sound of anger is so strong that the land beside the Rakshasa River is about to float. Keeping great faith in the long journey, you also know that it will flow repeatedly. There is no bottom for any huge dip, and there is only the head for crossing Xiling. Who is in charge of the morning and evening? How can I ride on the carp and ask the Marquis of Yang?

Source: "Qiantang River Tide" Author: Luo Yin

6. In August, the waves roar to the ground, with their heads several feet high touching the mountains. After a while, he entered the sea gate, rolling up piles of sand like snowdrifts.

Source: "Lang Tao Sha" Author: Liu Yuxi

7. When I heard thunder and tremors in a hundred miles, I stopped playing the strings for a while. The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide. The sun shines brightly in the autumn sky, and the floating sky widens. The stormy waves come like snow, and a mountain is cold.

Source: "Climbing the Zhangting Pavilion in Qiantang with Yan to Watch the Tide" Author: Meng Haoran 6. Poems describing the Qiantang River

The Qiantang River Chaoluo Yin

Anger It's so violent that the land on the Rakshasa River is about to float.

Keeping great faith in the long journey, you also know that it will flow advection over and over again.

There is no bottom for any huge dip, and there is only a head for crossing Xiling.

Who is in charge of the morning and evening? How can I ride on the carp and ask the Marquis of Yang?

The Qiantang River flows through Qiantang River in autumn.

It dips into the east pole, and the mountains swallow up the wild plains.

Because I know Wu hates each other, I can’t stop hearing the sound of the waves.

The black steam fills the Jiao Cave, and the autumn clouds enter the war city.

Thousands of tourists have passed by this white mustache.

Waiting for the Tide on the Qiantang River A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Hu Zhonggong

When the tide comes, a thousand ships are moving, and the waves are noisy and thousands of drums are beating.

The river is turning clear and the snow is rolling, and the sea is rising and the stone pond is flat.

The shadow of the sail is seen in the forest, and the light is bright on the shining house.

The green mountains come from Wu and Yue, and they are in love with each other.

Watching the Tide in Qiantang A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Liu Fu

This is a southeast-shaped resort, next to Zixu Temple.

I don’t know how many heroic tears turned into thousands of years of angry waves.

Thunder and drums frightened the river, and strange insects swarmed in the distance, and a snowmobile drove across the sea gate.

Wu'er regards life as lightly as a leaf, and dances with great spirit.

Reminiscing about the Qiantang River - Poems of the Song Dynasty - Li Gou

In the past, when I was drunk, I returned to my sails, half a day and a half away from the mountains.

Fortunately, the river is full of flowers, and the narcissus is wearing a light red shirt.

Qiantang River Tide A Complete Song Poetry - Shi Wenjue

When I first heard the sound of thousands of horses, it gradually felt like the Great Wall.

Far from Sanshan, Gaolian is flat on both sides.

The rising wind adds to the fury, reflecting the sun as a false light.

If it were Wu Xupo, how would he survive the Yue soldiers?

On the Qiantang River A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Yang Pan

The colors of the river are connected in one breath, but only a few are ancient and clear.

Guest-mindedness and surges, current affairs and tides arise.

The road turns to green mountains and the sand is empty with birds flying.

After a few years of dreaming about the sea, I can only sing with emotion.

Qiantang River Complete Poems of the Song Dynasty - Zhu Jifang

There are no tall trees in Jipu, only the sky is vast.

The water of the river is black when the tide comes, and the sea gate is red when the sun rises.

On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, east and west, thousands of sails come and go.

Beyond the mountains of the Central Plains, the lingering dreams are returning to Hong Kong.

7. Poems describing the tide of the Qiantang River.

The tide of the Qiantang River is furious and long-lasting, and the land beside the Rakshasa River is about to float. There is a lot of faith in the road, but you also know that it will turn to the advection again and again. Let it be thrown into the big water. There is no bottom to the doubt, and there is only the head when crossing the Xiling. Who is in charge of the twilight? How to ride on the carp and ask Yanghou. Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Langtaosha Liu Yuxi In August, the waves roared to the ground, and the head was several feet high and touched the mountain. . In a moment, it entered the sea gate, rolling up sand piles like snow piles. The Qiantang River tide was roaring with anger and long, and the land beside the Luosha River was about to float. I have great faith in the long road, but I also know that it will turn to the advection again and again. I will throw away the huge doubts. There is no bottom, and there is only one head when crossing the Western Tomb. Who is in charge of the twilight? How can I ride on the carp and ask the Marquis of Yang? In autumn, when the Qiantang River passes through Xiu, it dips into the extreme east corner, and the mountains swallow up the wild plains. Because I know that Wu hates each other, there will be no end. The sound of sea waves. The black steam rises in the Jiao Cave, and the autumn clouds enter the war city. Thousands of tourists pass by here, and white mustaches are born. A complete Song poem about waiting for the tide on the Qiantang River - Hu Zhong bows and the tide reaches a thousand ships, and the waves are noisy and thousands of drums sound. The river turns clear. The snow rolls in, the sea rises and the stone pond is flat. The shadow of the sail is seen at the end of the forest, and the shimmering house is bright. The green mountains come from Wu and Yue, and two emotions confront each other. A complete Song poem about watching the tide in Qiantang - Liu Fu This is a southeast-shaped resort, and it is around the foot of Zixu Temple. I don’t know. A few heroic tears turned into thousands of years of angry waves. Thunder drums far away frightened the river, and snow chariots drove across the sea gate. Wu'er regarded his fate as lightly as a leaf, and danced against the tide with great spirit. Recalling the Song Dynasty poems of Qiantang River - Li Gou In the past, when I was drunk and returning to the sail, I could see half a day ahead of the mountains. Fortunately, the river was full of culverts, and the daffodils were all dressed in light red shirts. Qiantang River Tide - A Complete Song Poetry by Shi Wenjue When I first heard the sound of thousands of horses, I gradually felt like the Great Wall. Starting from Sanshan Mountain in the distance , the two sides of Gaolian are flat. The wind is raging, and the sun is reflecting the false light. If Wu Xupo is so strong, how can he cross the Yue soldiers. All Song Dynasty poems on the Qiantang River - Yang Pan's one breath connects the river's colors, only a few are ancient and clear. The guest's heart also surges, current events Born with the tide. The road turns to green mountains, and the sand is empty and birds fly. After a few years of dreaming about the sea, I can only sing it with emotion. Complete Song Dynasty poems on the Qiantang River - Zhu Jifang There are no tall trees on the Jipu, only the sky is vast. When the tide comes, the water of the river is black, and the sunrise on the sea gate is red. . On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, east and west, thousands of sails come and go in the wind. Outside the mountains of the Central Plains, lingering dreams chase after the red. Jiuquanzi (10 out of 10) Pan Lang has long recalled watching the tide, and the Manguo people competed to look up the river. The vast sea became empty. Thousands of drums In the midst of the sound, the waver stood up to the head of the wave. The red flag was not wet in his hand. After a while, he looked into the dream. The dream was still chilling. Looking at the sea tide (watching the tide in Qiantang on August 15th) Zhao Ding's twin peaks rushed far away and echoed. Rushing, splashing rain and flying sand. Cold frost, swords and swords, wind and horses, like hearing thousands of drums singing together. The husband laughs at children's play. The rhinoceros in the water has a strong crossbow, a battle of fish and shrimp. The dragons are still there, roaring the silver man to the end of the world. . The thunder and lightning are blazing. They are like clouds hanging down the back of a pennant, and snow spraying from the teeth of whales. They disappear in a moment, the sky is the color of water, and the Qiongtian is flawless. The ordinary eye is startled. When you look at it, it seems that the mist of the three islands is still there. , when will we return to Pan Lingcha? In the Ming Dynasty, the tide goes out and the tide comes in spring and autumn, and the Qiantang River flows to the head of the lake. Wish Lang is also like the tide of the river, which flows continuously in the evening and in the morning. Dengzixu Temple is famous for watching the tide of the Qiantang River and traveling to Wuyue. The two banks are divided in the middle, and the raging waves are thundering through the ages. If Zixu does not die as a loyal minister, Gou Jian will never be the hegemon. The years wear away people and they grow old, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent. I will come back. The iron arrows of the birds and beasts are all safe, and the flood waves will return thousands of miles. The moon Later, I went to Haining Prefecture to watch the tide on the Qiantang River in the Qing Dynasty. The tide in the Qingyuan River was the strongest in autumn, and it did not reach Yanguan for ten minutes. I came to Yanguantang to stand on the first day of the month, and it was late at noon. The river suddenly stagnated and did not dare to move eastward, and Haikou was shaking. It spits out to the west. The tide does not push forward and flies straight up. The water does not flow horizontally and freezes. If the sea is angry next to the mausoleum, thousands of thunder drums will vibrate in the ground. The horse sits high on its head and dances with dragons. It draws its arrows and fires Qian Wang's crossbow. It will be straight for a moment. Shake the roots of the pond, shake thousands of people and tens of thousands of people. Like black clouds rolling in the wind and rain, like galloping horses fighting brave tigers. Like yin and yang charcoal boiling on the bottom of the sea, like a gourd that cannot be controlled. Three thousand waters hit the Cangming, and the twelve cities The pillar of heaven fell down. The anger was about to be swallowed up in the sky, and it was about to wash away the earth in Hangzhou. I lamented that the lack of land could not be repaired by Emperor Wa, and the great work was not completed yet. The god Yu was sad. This is a shortcoming in the southeast, how can it be a mere literary and military work? .Separated from the sea and mulberry fields by a dike, fish and dragons are adjacent to each other. Our emperor's merits and virtues have extended to the surrounding world, and he personally built a long defense for security. All the money was used to build ponds, so that the common people could not bathe in salty salt water. Recently, the ocher in the niche has been rising, but the sand Zhijian Mountain serves as the gateway. There are one hundred thousand rows of wild goose tooth piles and a three-layer foundation of fish-scale boulders. There are ancient monuments in front of Wang Chong's lecture, but there are no strange words after his hair. He sighs, this pond and this tide will last for eternity, and the poet's heart is full of joy. My heart is bitter. I crossed the Qiantang River late at night. The sound of the Luosha River was like thunder, and the boat was rocking. The raging waves piled up. I was solitary gulls from the earth, and the tide carried the mountains and thousands of horses. When I crossed to the south, the autumn grass was silent, and the sunset at the drum horns in Xiling was sad. Ancient times I am really not lazy when I fall in Huailao. I call for a glass of Yuhang wine. I watch the clear soup in Qiantang and the sound of Jin Zhao turns to Haimen for the first time. Thousands of stacks are really like piles of snow. The arrogance has swallowed up Wenzhong's tomb, and the aftermath is still on the Ziling Platform. The bottom teaches gold Kou Quanjun went to borrow money from the king together.

The archer comes. He wants to write about the splendor, but his pen is weak, and he can only look back at the silver mountains. Watching the tide in Qiantang, the clear forest, and the calmness of the three autumns, the river is famous for its nine folds. , the fish and salt department stores are full. The cool breeze is blowing with the rudder, and the new moon is sailing beside the boat. *** refers to the tide season, and the fog is crossing. The pole master waits with bated breath, and the fishermen release their boats to welcome them. Thousands of mountains overseas are united, and there are thousands of valleys along the river. Ming. The mirage suddenly changes, and the shark chamber suddenly becomes crystal clear. Fish foam turns over pearls, and fishy saliva sprays water essence. The jade mountain is high as a barrier, and the snow waves look like a city. There seems to be Feng Yi's drum, which drives away the tail whale. The front is from the red carp, and the back is from the red carp. The team is also green. You can swallow the Ming Bo, so why bother to wash the armor. The Jiao Palace is vast, and the ants dare to compete for balance. I have been looking for the Han Dynasty for a long time, and I think about it frequently. 8. The poet's poem describing the tide of the Qiantang River

Su Shi, the great writer of the Song Dynasty, once wrote that "the tides of August and eighteen are as spectacular as the world has ever seen."

"When the sun sets, the rivers and lakes are white, and when the tide comes, the sky and the earth are clear." This is a poem by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty about the tide.

Its main idea is: the sun sets in the west, the evening tide comes in, the river surges, the blue water and the blue sky merge into one, as if spring fills the world. It not only describes the huge momentum of the tide, but also writes about its special spectacular beauty.

Fan Zhongyan: Thunder gathers on the sea, and waterfalls cross the river. Wang Zaijin's "Wangjiangtai": The sea is vast and the sky is like thunder, and the tide of Qiantang comes from the sky.

Li Kuo's "Reminiscences of Qiantang": The Mid-Autumn Moon of a thousand miles of color, the roar of a hundred thousand troops in the middle of the night. Liu Yuxi's "Lang Tao Sha": In August, the waves roar to the ground, and the head is several feet high and touches the mountain.

After a while, he entered the sea gate, rolling up piles of sand like snowdrifts. Li Bai's "Hengjiang Ci": Poseidon passed by the east and the evil wind returned, and the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen and opened it.

How is it like this in August in Zhejiang? The waves are like mountains spewing snow. 9. Poems about Qiantang Tide

1. "Six Poems about Spring in Qiantang"

Era: Yuan Author: Wang Feng

Purple Dragon Boat Festival from Six Dragon, follow the immortal music to cross the blue sky.

In the Quezhan Forest of Cangshan Tower, in the wild temple of Chiyujing.

The people have not forgotten Zhou Dalai, and Chengdu has a legacy of the Han Dynasty.

The wandering oriole does not care about the sorrow of spring, but the peach blossoms are full of red trees.

2. "Send Wangcai Back to Qiantang"

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Gao Qi

He was still in despair when he returned to the south, but he was wasted on his journey to the north.

Cao Cao Guan Pavilion wine, Lao Lao guest road song.

There are few personal acquaintances today, but many landscapes and hometowns.

The dagger is left empty, how to repay the favor?

3. "Three Poems on the Snow Reminiscing about Visiting Lin Bu at Qiantang West Lake in Past Years"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Mei Yaochen

In the past, I rode a wild boat to visit Lin Bu On the lake, I went to the shore to look for Gao Shichu.

I once got in the way by folding bamboo and pressing the fence, but I found my way to the thatched cottage under the pine tree.

4. "A Journey to Qiantang"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Fang Qian

This place is like a rural country, worthy of chanting day and night. The clouds hide the Wu Xiang Temple, and the trees attract mountain birds.

When the tide falls and people disperse in the sea, Zhong Chiqiu is deep in the temple. I have no old acquaintances, who can see the lonely heart?

5. "Second Rhymes of Nostalgic Poems in Qiantang, Suzhou"

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Chen Ruyan

Hanging up to Lingyan in the ancient times, and going down to Qintai at dusk.

The red leaves are falling, and the incense pickers are not coming.

The barbarians claim to have a plan, but the practice is like dust.

Qiantang Tide

1. Causes

One of the three major tidal surges in the world, it is the centrifugal effect of celestial gravity and the rotation of the earth, plus the Hangzhou Bay horn A huge surge caused by the special topography of the mouth. Yanguan Town, Haining, Zhejiang Province is the first resort (the best place to watch tides), so it is also called "Haining Tide".

2. Tide areas

Shandong Qingzhou tidal wave, Guangling tidal wave and Qiantang tidal wave. In the world, the Qiantang Tide is one of the three major tidal surges in the world. These three tides are the Ganges Tide in India, the Amazon Tide in Brazil and the Qiantang Tide in China.

3. Watch the tide

Every year on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, the Qiantang River has its largest tidal surge, with the tidal head reaching several meters. On August 18th of the lunar calendar, the naval forces were reviewed on the Qiantang River and became a festival along the way. In addition to the Tide Watching Festival, which takes place three days before and after August 18 of the lunar calendar, there are large tides at the beginning and middle of every month in the lunar calendar, and you can take a "tide-chasing tour" by watching three tides.

Before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, guests from all over the world flock to see the wonders of the Qianjiang River tide, which is an unprecedented event.