Poems praising the giant Buddha in Mengshan, Shanxi.

Poems praising Shanxi 1. Ancient poems describing Shanxi

1, Wutai Mountain-Zhang Shangying in Northern Song Dynasty

Five cragginess meet too much, just say I am a middle school teacher. The side of Longchi is full of clouds, and the guests in front of Tiger Rock are too sparse.

Snow and ice are wrapped in white, and fragrant flowers are everywhere. The unfolded seat is three feet long, occupying more than 500 mountains and rivers.

The towering "five platforms" lead directly to the mysterious sky, and the cool fairyland is just the most comfortable residence for my Buddha. Chi Pan, the dragon, is coiled on the undulating Xiangyun, and there are few traces of secular tourists in front of Tiger Rock.

The snow and ice all over the mountain are still decorated with pure silver, and the fragrant flowers everywhere are covered with brocade-like paintings. Even though the unfolded frock is only three feet long, it occupies the boundless fertile soil with beautiful scenery.

2. You Shi Bi-Hao Tianting in Jin Dynasty

The autumn cliff is brilliant, and the barren altar is cold. Wild monks stay for guests to drink, and mountain birds sing.

Extremely prosperous, today is infinite. Haug is a bottle of wine, which is universal.

The cliffs around the ancient temple are full of autumn, but the deserted Buddhist altar is somewhat deserted. Monks who prepare wine and meals are attentive to guests, and noisy wild birds fly behind their predecessors.

The interest in boarding has reached the extreme, and it has also released the lingering feelings of remembering the past. Let's raise a glass to Long song and wish world peace.

3. In the Heron House-Wang Zhihuan in the Tang Dynasty

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

The sunset slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

4, "Looking at the Heron Tower"-the Tang Dynasty

Stay close to the birds and away from the noise. The weather surrounds Ye Ping, and rivers pass through the mountains.

The stork tower is high above, far away from the world. As you can see from above, the sky is covered with flat Yuan Ye, and rivers flow into steep mountains.

5. Passing the tomb of Feng in Yangquan-Yuan Haowen in Jin Dynasty

There is a flute fragrance here, living in the mountains and remembering Feng Jun. I have seen water poured into the elixir, and I even made an appointment to build a pavilion to leave wild clouds.

The day before yesterday, he praised my clothes and laughed at my stomach. This year, I stayed in the grass and became a grave. Who gives an example of rock swimming in the East, Qiu Ju and Joan Hinton can be divided.

From here, a soft flute floated into my ears, and I lived in a quiet Taoist temple, and I missed Dalai Feng Jun more and more. I have seen the Dan medicine you planted from the clear spring, and I have seen you build a mountain pavilion to keep the scattered clouds.

Not long ago, I was teasing you about wearing a rich robe and having a big belly. By this year, the old grass has become a desolate grave. See who lives in seclusion in the east, Gao Shi still makes Qiu Ju and Lengquan so clear.

2. Praise Shanxi's poems.

The mountains in the west and the rivers in the east are places where people's spirits are outstanding.

You are the cradle of China,

You are the hometown of China.

The Yellow River has been flowing in your blood for thousands of years.

Taihang casts your immortal soul.

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

We can't live up to the Great Wall!

You have the warmth of a cave.

You have the thickness of loess.

Five is your chest.

Lvliang is your unyielding backbone.

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

Our eternal mother!

The elegant wind in Joo Won? blew the immortal horn.

The Book of Hutuluo records endless footprints.

Retreat is Zhong Er's wisdom and tenacity.

Tang Zong's Longxing Jinyang swept across Liuhe.

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

Our hometown that we will never forget!

Jinzhong courtyard is your honest demeanor.

The fire on the kang in the cave is your kindness to be caring and attentive.

Dancing yangko, the liveliness and tenacity of your life.

Apricot blossoms decorate your gorgeous face.

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

Folks of our generation!

Snow and ice can't hide your ambition.

Poverty cannot stop the pace of your civilization.

When, a solid foundation and spiritual heritage.

Under the guidance of the new concept of civilization,

Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi

Let's move forward together! ! !

3. Praise the articles and poems in Shanxi.

When I was a child, I always wondered how this winding road could be so long that it would never reach the end of the road.

When I was a child, I always complained that this closed and crowded town was too small to see the end of the sky forever. When I was a child, I wanted to fly very much. I always feel that my family has tied my wings. I always feel that my dream is sealed by love, and I am always impatient.

When I grow up, the roads and water in my hometown can only be recalled in my dreams. The city lights are bright, but the one that belongs to me is gone.

The sky in the city is vast, but it lacks wings to shelter me from the wind and rain. The long road of my hometown, now that I think about it, is like a thread that binds the wandering heart of a wanderer.

The city in my hometown, if covered with a shed, is the eternal spiritual refuge for wanderers. Years are cold, and my hometown is slack. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland.

Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long.

At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden.

Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus.

Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it.

How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet.

When is the triumph? The sun is singing. It also drove away the wanderer's dream of returning home, plus his nine songs for twelve hours! The sun, the burning sun! Drying the dew on the grass tip can dry the cold tears of the wanderer? The sun, the sun driven by six dragons! What's the harm of running for five years a day instead of my daily probation? The sun-golden bird-the sun! Let me ride you around the earth every day, and I can see my hometown once a day! The sun, the sun just rising in the corner of the building! Didn't you just come from our east? My hometown is still intact at the moment? The sun, the sun from my hometown! Is the official willow in Beijing wrapped in autumn? Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn! The sun, the never-ending sun! You seem homeless, too. Ah! Your life is as unimaginable as mine! Sun, self-improvement sun! The universe is probably your hometown.

Can you show me the direction of my hometown? The sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, the sun! The wind and cloud here have a general color, and the sound of birds here is particularly bleak. The sun, the sun of life! But who doesn't know that you are the passion of the eastern hemisphere and the wisdom of the western hemisphere? The sun is also the sun in my hometown! At the moment, I can't go home, so I think you are my hometown.

The sun, shining with kindness! See you later, I should go home once; My hometown is not underground, but in the sky! -.-The day before Chongyang, I made long-necked shrimp green porcelain bottles, chrysanthemums, hexagonal crystal bottles, and chrysanthemums kept in the wisteria fairy basket; Chrysanthemum guarding the hip flask, chrysanthemum with claw lamp; If you don't put it, you will put it, half put it, and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Crimson chrysanthemum in Phnom Penh; Pink hydrangea with broken petals! Lazy Jiangxi wax yo; There is a yellow heart hanging upside down like a bee nest, as if it were a purple sunflower.

Chrysanthemum with long petals and flat top; White chrysanthemum with soft, bright and sharp petals, like a paw curled up under a beauty's ass, clutching a pinch of golden chestnuts in his fist. Chrysanthemums in front of the eaves, under the steps, beside the hedges and at the bottom of the nursery: chrysanthemums caged in hazy smoke, chrysanthemums washed by rain, yellow on gold, white on jade, green in spring, purple in autumn mountains, … small red chrysanthemums are like cut autumn roses; From goose down to bronzed Huang Ju; Small green true chrysanthemum with purple stems, made of jade tubes, so that the little flower god can steal to play at night and be a sheng.

A chrysanthemum king as big as a peony is more luxurious after all. His purple petals and armor-like fragments are covered with silver lining. The star-like chrysanthemum buds are still sleeping with brown calyx. Ah! Natural beauty always gives in! The masterpiece of our motherland in late autumn! Ah! Oriental flower, poet and scholar flower! Isn't Tao Liangyuan, the soul of oriental poetry, the embodiment of your soul? The motherland is high and the capacity for drinking is high. Isn't it an auspicious day when you were born? You are not like the passionate rose here, and the humble lilac can't compare with you.

You are a flower with history and customs. Ah! Huaying's last 4,000-year-old flower! You have a superb history and elegant customs! Ah! The poet's bottom flower! Thinking of you, my heart blooms in an instant, as brilliant as yours; I think of my hometown, our solemn and splendid motherland, and my flower of hope blooms like yours.

A breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow! I want to praise the bottom flower of the motherland! I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! Autumn wind! A breezy autumn wind! I want to praise the bottom flower of the motherland! I want to praise my flowery motherland! Red bean-red bean-red bean. He is a green, bloody, angular fruit! Three or two cold stars! What a mess! Love! Our fate, all in the hands of here! I woke up after a nap, and my face was printed with red concave lines. Are you afraid of being a dream soul locked in chains? I kissed your cheek and your dream. -.My soul! My soul! My life is the end of my life. I failed, and I owe money all my life. Now I must make it up to you, but what can I ask of you?

4. What are the poems praising the scenery of Shanxi?

Poems praising Shanxi scenery are as follows

1. "I sang once in a small suburb, and people are too ordinary."

Year: Tang Author: Xu Xuan

The countryside was separated from the bed by the rain, and it flew for nine miles.

You can't leave the dust behind. The grass road in Sichuan is like a fan.

Lin zaijiong began to feel the sunshine, and the tide was first shocked.

It's strange that Xianlang's poems are good, and the sunset shines far away in Shanxi.

2. "Song of the Wheel Tower" bid farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition

Year: Tang author:

"The horn of the wheel platform blows in the night, and the flag of the wheel platform descends in the north of the wheel platform." .

The military book was sent overnight, but Khan had invaded the west of Jinshan.

From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta.

Admiral Lu Bing marched westward, and the whistle began to sound at dawn.

The drums are like thunder, and the three armies shout and play strings in the mountains.

The enemy camp is grim and ferocious, and the bones still hold the roots.

The river is cold and snowy with goose feathers, and the sand mouth is cold and the water chestnut is off.

Wang Qinzheng, the son of Xiang, vowed to serve the country in order to calm the border jam.

Since ancient times, the history of history has always been there, and today's generals are better than the ancients.

3. Farewell to the Song of Running Horse River by Feng, General of the Western Expedition.

Year: Tang author:

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.

On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking measures.

Down, forward, with the wind. Although the grass is gray and the Tatar horse is plump,

To the west of Jinshan, smoke is everywhere. General of China Army, start your battle! .

Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! ,

And the sharp wind tip cuts the face like a knife. Sweat like snow on horseback,

Freeze a five-flowered coin pattern, you come from the challenge of the camp, and you come from the ink bottle of ice.

It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! ,

We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .

4. "Water turns around from January to full day"

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

From January to a rainy day, there is no cloudy day. In the new year, people everywhere are not bustling. Long live the voice of all ages, a praise comes with spring, and the light picks up chickens. Life crosses the Atlantic Ocean and goes straight to snow-capped Shanxi.

Recall the past, publish jade books, and hold gold medals. Nowadays, in Wan Li, dreams fly around five clouds. Want to see the big court palace, see the three mountains and towers again, with two fingers in ochre yellow clothes. This meeting is ancient, far from ancient.

5. "Thinking of Shu"

Year: Song Author: Lu You

I'm from northern Zhan Yun, and I'm visiting Shaanxi.

The story tells the golden horse, and the trail visits the stone rhinoceros.

Leisure is as light as water, and drinking is as drunk as mud.

The rotten wall is full of dust, and no one brushes the old questions!

5. Praise the poems of Shanxi or Pingyao ancient city.

Poems praising Pingyao ancient city in past dynasties

Zhou Yong Qingshi Jiang Tai

[Ming] Ren Liangbi

There are six military platforms in the mountain city of Zhou, and the stars in the distance are buried in purple fog.

There are no iron horses around the base, and the female wall is half covered with moss.

Are the people who rebuilt the halls and corridors here? Trees grow into trees, and birds come back.

Who will compete for hegemony from now on? The moon is in the sky, and the breeze is cool.

Jiang Tai

[Ming] Liang Long

The trace of slimming still exists today, and the emotion of the Millennium is thought-provoking.

Who will promote the June division when the three sides are still?

Different generations, such as Wen Xinjian (Wang Pei), miss the old standards.

There is no Zhang zhong in the sacred dynasty, and the auxiliary country is at this time.

Jiang Tai nostalgia

Zhu Zongyuan

Looking at the sunset on the platform, I was stationed in Rong Yuan.

Soldiers and soldiers are all around, birds are singing and the barriers are empty.

It rains at midnight on the ancient platform, and the grass decays in the autumn wind.

The merits of the skin have not changed with the vicissitudes of life, and the song of June is not poor.

Yao Di Temple

[Qing] Liu Xingpu

At the beginning of the ancient emperor's seal, magnificent temples were preserved.

Flower City has existed for thousands of years, allowing hundreds of Wang Zun.

Yaomiao

Thunder in people

The gods are majestic, and the temple looks gloomy.

There is nothing outside the sky, and I have not forgotten it.

In order, enter the temple to miss the past and think about the wilderness.

Mu Tao in the Tang Dynasty, Fengxiang was in the corner of the city.

Shilou Jinjing

[Qing] Wang Shou

Bitter sauce can't keep fire, and it's hard to keep jinbo in a Tibetan shop.

The official residence moved to Zhen Ji, so the wall was innocent and named Han Gong.

The five elements are the people's livelihood, and the 100-foot tall building is like a hero.

Worried about trifles in Chen Jingyang, Zhong Xuan lives in Wanshan.

Hummingbird qitai

[Qing] Wang Shou

In the city, a phoenix terrace suddenly appeared. When will it be next to this one?

Every bird comes from Xie Wang. Dragonfly comes with his son.

The desolate colorful wings are lonely clouds, and the lonely light instrument stays in the grass.

Shi Sheng Yingchuan is at the top, so the article should not be retired.

Sweet world

Lei Heqing

Where the phoenix, birds, clouds and instruments stood, I suddenly saw the ancient platform.

The vast blue sky invaded, abruptly approaching the corner of the city.

Feather recalls the episode of that year, and children pass on the old yin.

Civilization is like today, looking forward to nine bracts.

Helanxian bridge

[Qing] Wang Shou

The staff is covered by clouds and the breeze, and the water beside the bridge writes.

Dan is still a tripod, but he still travels around the world, and cranes are buzzing in the clouds.

Yao Lan in Yinghai returned to Jiao Jiao, and Tao Chenghua was slightly drunk.

When to feed sesame rice, ask me what immortal bone is.

College string songs

[Qing] Lu

The sound of reading in all directions is suitable for the training of officials and people.

Xiaomi and Xiaomi are surrounded by rain, and Mo Fan is better than the house.

The night light wall fire shines with quinoa, and the message is to win or lose.

Ji Hua Xuan Yu should lead to this point. Caution is always wise.

College string songs

[Qing] Ji Buyun

Chongwen rule in prosperous times, string songs continue the ancient style.

Read it three times more and study hard at midnight.

After the night light is on, talk about the classics and worry about the air.

The sound of the piano flows through the courtyard, and the rhyme of the book runs through everything.

The land is connected with Fenhe River, and the teacher is Bu Lingzong.

Fortunately, I have participated in various schools and have a deep interest in learning Tao.

Hewang

[Qing] Lu

Beautiful mountains and rivers, piles of paintings in the sky.

The halls and pavilions are exquisite and empty, and seagulls haunt soft sand.

Pedestrians seem to be outside the rainbow, piccolo rustles and the rain comes at dusk.

Take good care of Liu Lu Road in Wanxing Palace, so that you can go on stage in the shade.

6. What ancient poems describe "Shanxi"

"Looking at the Sea" In the Song Dynasty, Chen De lived in Shaanxi and Zhejiang died in the East. Who left an arrow to rush?

Phoenix dances and dragons dance, the earth is brilliant and outstanding. A spent force is all people.

Tell Feng Yi to retreat and Hai Ruo to sneak in. Hold a stone into a levee, and a hundred rivers constrain the west and the east.

So far, people are very rich. Yang, Derun Chuanrong.

I am happy to go to the West Lake, but I am worried about going to the south. He is a dream. I'm sorry about the past.

Sigh for loyalty and no view, who will seal the tomb. Qiantang, muddy mash tears flow in the autumn wind.

"Looking at the Han Palace Pile" Tang Cuidi looked at Qinchuan on the Han Palace Pile and became attached to Shaanxi. A lone guest is thousands of miles away, and I don't know when to return to Japan.

"Pass on Yan Zhi Ji" Tang Cen Shen Yan supported Jiuquan Road in Shanxi, and the north wind blew sand and rolled white grass. That Chang' an is in the distant sunshine, and my yearning for you can't be satisfied. This kind of lovesickness makes me old.

"Crossing Yanmenguan" Liu Tang Changqing used to be rugged and majestic, and it has been read through many vicissitudes. Wild geese chase wild sand across the ancient road, and crows turn over the residual photos and sprinkle Cangshan.

Hu-day hangs on the moon and worries, while Bai Han Ling Shuang is idle. In the desert without a trace of green, Changfeng is rustling. Give it back to me.

"Goushan Wind Caotang" Tang Jianzhai is always at the entrance of Zhongyue. Then spend time and do fishing and firewood.

I'm sorry to be absent, but I want to relax. The sun is hidden in the empty valley, and cicadas are singing in the village.

When you hear Taoist language, you will occasionally see the source of purity. Read the leaves several times and look at the roots in the crisp autumn.

Wandering alone, seeking secondary school education, opening up a way to recruit Wang Sun. The rain falls in Nanxi, and the butte rises in the east.

Live late, the benefits are worrying, and you can't get away. The crazy fog blows the pillow, and the guest sails into the porch.

Where is Shang Ping now? Who is this? When the dark clouds cleared, the pale moon opened the garden.

7. What are the modern poems praising Shanxi?

1. West of the mountain and east of the river,

2. You are the cradle of China.

You are the hometown of China, and your blood has flowed through the Yellow River for thousands of years.

Taihang casts your immortal soul,

5. Shanxi, Shanxi, the Great Wall we can't fall down!

6. You have the warmth of caves and the thickness of loess.

7. Wutai is your erect chest, and Lvliang is your unyielding backbone.

8. Shanxi, Shanxi, our eternal mother!

9. The elegant wind in Joo Won? blew the immortal horn, and the book of Hutuluo recorded endless footprints.

10. It was Zhong Er's wisdom that doggedly swept Liuhe, and it was Tang Zong's Longxing Jinyang.

1 1. Shanxi, the hometown we will never forget!

12. Admiralty Courtyard is your honest demeanor, and fire is your kindness and enthusiasm.

13. Yangko dances the lively and tenacious apricot flowers in your life to decorate your gorgeous face.

14. Shanxi, Shanxi, folks of our generation!

15. Snow and ice can't cover up your ambition, and poverty can't stop your civilization.

16. The solid foundation and spiritual connotation are guided by the new concept of civilization.

17. Ah, Shanxi, Shanxi, let's move forward together!

Modern poetry: Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. It is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although it is written for feeling things, it is generally informal in format and rhythm. Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry "gentle and sincere, mourning without complaining", and emphasizes free and open, straightforward statement and communication between sensible and intangible.