Chongqing Simian Mountain hymn

The poem about Simian Mountain is 1. Poems describing Simian Mountain in Jiangjin

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For the eyes, morning and night. A good wind drives the rain over the top of the mountain, blowing a curtain to annoy the summer heat.

The gauze kitchen is like fog and the reed is like water. Not in a cool place. Ice muscle is not contaminated by lead.

More charming, really fragrant. Breeze is the most enchanting song, which makes pedestrians live.

After the lotus blossom and osmanthus blossom, it's time to go for a ride.

2. Chongqing Jiangjin Poetry

1.

Yoshioka, please give me spring.

I want to grow tall buildings in the homesickness of tears

Grow out of binjiang road.

The desire of all the grass

What a nice sunshine, mom.

After a winter, all the cold will melt with the wind.

All deep alleys, together with Banzhu Lane.

Together with the old wall of the Republic of China

They all grow in buildings in spring.

A ballad that mothers will never disappear.

There is so much blood in grandma's laughter.

Stop the pain and stop running.

Jijiang, our waves are getting hotter and hotter.

Who panicked when menstruation came, uncles?

In the distant gunfire of the Republic of China

Tongding mountain spring

Laugh as red as a peach blossom

This is a Sichuan opera theater, full of laughter from the old days.

Or in the wind of modernization?

Jiangjin white wine, rose brand popcorn.

How many rivers are fragrant for thousands of years?

2.

There are still homesick birds in the sweet water.

Through Degan Town, head for the barren slopes and weeds in Wutan.

Several rivers. Your pain is my internal injury.

What kind of hurry should it be to go to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River?

Find and place the spring scenery of the hometown grave

Tear open the flowers, I'm going to cry again.

Actually, Yoshioka, I just want to lose weight in the spring.

Grow wicker of birds.

Submerged the riverbed in running water

Looking forward to more spring.

Unlike me, I say hometown

Speaking of the loess of relatives, it is also bitter.

Increase your weight

Looking up, I still saw the spring scenery in Wutan.

See the strong bridge on the river.

See Rong Zhen Square in Langshan New District.

There are many high-rise buildings, which are fashionable and prosperous.

Look at Baisha Li Cheng, demolition and change.

Day and night, beauty is accompanied by the hope of a new era.

3.

Well, then, Yoshioka, let's stop being sad.

Keep your head down, in your mother's warm milk.

Talk about the voiceless sound of Shimen Buddha.

Talking about the clear fog of Luolai Mountain and the coolness of the surrounding mountains.

Oh, Yoshioka, I still want to talk about it.

The grass on both sides of you has grown tall again in the spring breeze.

Inch by inch, become a mother.

Early calico clothes

Yoshioka, how can you forget your glory!

How can you forget Wu's poems and tombs?

Forget Chen Duxiu and Deng Ruoceng.

The old days spent in Jiangjin

How could you forget, dear Marshal Nie Rongzhen?

The name of Jiangjin, Poland

Live a great life.

Forging the Light of Martial Arts

I want to bow my head again. Jijiang

This time, I am worthy of Langjiacun.

Shame on your own lines!

So much water is shining in the arms of several rivers.

How young am I-

Yoshioka, I am too thin to express your poem.

No line can write to you.

For thousands of years, there has been light!

4.

I can't tell you about going home with my clothes on. Jijiang

The pain in my chest is as red as blood.

In the spring of my hometown, it surges.

Mom, these are my warm tears!

Like the Trident River in Wutan, full of twists and turns.

Run into the oil flow and join several rivers.

It puts my broad homesickness every year.

Drop by drop becomes a river of time.

Sanhe

Parting. Go home. Looking back, yearning

Everything related to the growth of native plants.

It's all in my poems, which has become a kind of spirit.

Become, in one direction

5.

Yoshioka, I have nothing else.

After so many years, there is only pain and only injury.

Only for relatives, endless blessings and memories.

Let me, in your clear reflection

With the meaning of existence

Heguang

You have accepted my mediocrity, mom!

You are already, in my ideal broken middle age.

My place, the warm river bed.

Father, stop describing Yin-Yang Bay.

The collapsed old wall

We only talk about the beauty of Wutan new countryside.

Just say there are tall buildings on both sides of the river.

Like an inch of spring grass.

So sunny, so lush

Yoshioka, embrace green!

A willow tree and a meadow green became Jiangjin.

Every year, hold your warm name.

Crying and calling you:

"Hometown, my hometown-"

"Parents, my parents-"

3. Who knows the poems about Bashu landscape?

Bashu bamboo slips

Yongchuan, western Chongqing, tea Zhu Zhucui; Yibin, southern Sichuan, has green waters and green mountains. Four people smell eight people, and tourists are like clouds. For five thousand years, Bashu Bamboo Sea; There are countless people, China poets. Xi 'an, an ancient capital in the north, Shi Mei in Kunming in the south, Youcheng in Chengdu in the west and Jiangzhou in Chongqing in the east. Scenery earns a land of abundance and materializes Tianbao; Excellent talents are called the wonder of ancient and modern times, and outstanding talents are outstanding. From Bashu in ancient times to Sichuan and Chongqing today, they are all in a basin, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the Qinling Mountains intersect. Beautiful rivers, strange flowers and different stones, bamboo is a gentleman. Looking at the mountains and seas, ambush on all sides; In the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan, the sound of Shu is everywhere. Rope saw wood, water falling stone, sand tower. Sow diligently and cultivate painstakingly. Gong Yu can move mountains, but Jingwei can fill the sea. Bashu is quaint and charming, and the bamboo sea is well known. Elegant Zhao Zhao, full of fighting capacity in the car; A wise man is affectionate, tired and full of articles.

Tea mountain and bamboo sea, fragrant tea and bamboo, fresh air, natural leisure, golden basin clear lake, bamboo villa; Bamboo Sea in the south of Sichuan, sweet stream in Ganquan, vast smoke waves, waterfalls and high waterfalls, winding paths and secluded places, ancient temples and Brahma-all are delicious!

The Milky Way splashed clear water, Yaochi dripped flat, Huai Bamboo accumulated jade, and Fei Huo flowed gold. You can't see bamboo in a dangerous building, and thousands of feet can't see bamboo in the mountains. At the top, bamboo tips can break the sky, and at the bottom, bamboo roots can move Diming. There is a cloud in ancient times, and the granary in the world is in Bashu, and the food is inexhaustible; Today, there are words, and the Chinese bamboo sea has Sichuan and Chongqing, and bamboo is king. Love! Bashu love between mountains and rivers! Beautiful! The bamboo on the grass is beautiful! Xiong Hu! The land of abundance is within China!

The spring breeze is warm, the summer rain is wet, the autumn sun is shining and the winter snow is crystal clear. Mei Lan and Zhu Ju, known as the four gentlemen, are proud of snow, elegant and lofty in the orchid, blooming in the chrysanthemum and tall and straight in the bamboo!

Bashu hangyin

It is difficult for Shu Dao to do the work of a monk.

Shu Xiang opens Xinjiang, and Shu women lean on it.

The rise and fall of chaos is not much,

Since there are heroes singing strong winds.

4. Chongqing Jiangjin Poetry

1. Jijiang, please give me spring. I want to grow tall buildings and all the grass in binjiang road in the homesickness of tears. What a wonderful sunshine! After my mother's winter, all the cold will melt all the deep alleys with the wind, and together with Banzhu Lane and the distant old wall in the Republic of China, so much blood will grow in the buildings in spring, and my mother will never disappear, so I will stop suffering and running in my grandmother's laughter.

Several rivers, the sound of our waves warmed the panicked menstrual people, and my uncles had a peach-blossom laugh in the distant gunfire of the Republic of China. Is it Sichuan Theatre, with the laughter of the old times or the modern wind, how many rivers do Jiangjin Liquor and Rose brand rice sugar have, and they are mellow for thousands of years? 2. In the slightly sweet water, there are still homesick birds passing through Degan Town and heading for the barren slopes and weeds in Wutan. Your pain is my internal injury. What kind of rush can I find in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River? When I put the torn flowers in my hometown grave in spring, I will cry again.

In fact, I just want to grow a wicker of a bird on my slender waist in spring, so that the riverbed under running water can look forward to more spring. Unlike me, I talked about the loess of my relatives in my hometown and raised my head bitterly. I still saw the spring scenery of Wutan, the solid bridge on the river, Rongzhen Square, the high-rise buildings in Langshan New District, the fashion and prosperity, as well as the demolition, day and night changes, and a beautiful new era. A few rivers, let's stop being sad and lower our heads. In the mother's warm milk, talk about the clear sound of Shimen Buddha, the clear fog of Luolai Mountain and the coolness of Simian Mountain. Oh, a few rivers, I also want to talk about the grass on both sides of you growing inch by inch in the spring breeze. How can you forget your glory? How can I forget Wu's poems, Chen Duxiu and the ancient tombs and old days spent in Jiangjin? Dear Marshal Nie polished the name of Jiangjin and cast the light of martial arts with his heroic life. I want to bow my head again. This time, I am ashamed of Langjiacun and my lines! So much water is shining in the arms of several rivers and how small I am-several rivers, I am too thin to write your poem without a line, but I can write the light you have had for thousands of years! I can't tell you about going home with clothes on.

Several painful rivers in my chest, with the blood-like red in my hometown in spring, are rushing and stirring my mother. This is my warm tears! Just like the Trident River in Wutan, it meanders into Youxi River and into several rivers, making my broad homesickness drop by drop into a river of time and life. Go home.

Looking back, longing for all the growth related to the vegetation in my hometown is in my poem, which has become a spirit and a direction. For so many years, I have nothing but pain, only injury, and endless blessings and nostalgia for my loved ones, which makes me have the meaning and light of existence in your clear reflection. You have accepted my mediocrity, mom! You have put me in my ideal and dilapidated middle-aged and warm riverbed elder, and no longer describe the collapsed old wall of Yinyang Bay. We only talk about the beauty of the new countryside in Wutan, and only talk about the banks of several rivers. The tall building is so sunny, so lush as an inch of spring grass, so green in your arms! A willow and a grass in Jiangjin will be green every year, embracing your warm name and crying for you: "hometown, my hometown-""parents, my parents-".