A poem about a quiet path

2. Poems about roads

Poetry about silence 1. Poetry about silence

1. Outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain, when will the West Lake song and dance stop?

-"Title Lin 'an Mansion" Song Lin Sheng 2. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. -"Dawn from Jingci Temple to Linzi Square" Song Yang Wanli 3. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.

-"Drinking on the lake, after the rain" Song Sushi 4. In spring, the flowers in the south are like embroidery, and the rain in the West Lake is like oil. -"Happy Spring Comes" Cao Yuan Famous Mountain 5. When the flowers are not cold and warm, the makeup of the West Lake is like a beauty.

-"Hong Xiuxie" Zhang Yuankejiu 6. I want to report this intention to West Lake. -"Hangzhou" Tang 7. The victory of the West Lake is the reputation of Dongying.

-"Reading the West Lake" Song Ouyang Xiu 8. The portrait of Chu Shi in East Gelangguan Bridge and West Lake is lifelike. -"Huanxisha" Song Ge Zhongsheng 9. The spring shirt is also Xiaoman's needle and thread, which is used to wet the West Lake.

-"Jiang Can" Tang and Song Dynasties 10. Look at the red medicine on the steps, taking advantage of the West Lake Spring Festival. -"Xijiang Moon" Song Xin Qiqi.

2. Poems about silence

Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Climbing Yueyang Tower

I've always heard that Dongting Lake,

Now I finally climbed the tower.

My east is Wu, and my south is Chu.

I can see the endless floating of heaven and earth.

But my relatives and friends didn't give me news,

I am old and sick, and I am alone with my boat.

There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall.

How can I not cry by the railing? .

Looking for flowers by the river alone

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers bent the branches.

Butterflies have been dancing,

Charming songbirds sing freely.

3. Describe a quiet poem

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

-Du Fu's quatrains

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

-Du Fu's quatrains

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

-Zhang "Fishing Songs"

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

-Zhu's Spring Day

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

4. Express quiet poetry

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.

When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, birds will be surprised when it is in a stream in Mingyou. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints; A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Open fields and low trees, how clear the moon is in the water! . A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me; Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

At the gate of Yiyang, the grass grows and the water flows from east to west; Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain. I don't know how many people will go, but old flowers are coming.

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south; Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing in the deep trees; The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

A poem about the path 1. Poetry describing the road

To nature

There are countless bright rhythms floating in the sky.

follow conventionality

The passage of time is sometimes like a song

When you're thinking here,

Happy times are like memories.

Stay away.

I won't miss you.

But I long for your love and comfort.

When nature is full of vitality

It's hard to describe my love.

Like yesterday's sunshine, today is like you at this time.

Keep me.

It must be summer.

A wonderful story matures in the rainy season.

Greet you like a spring breeze man

Surround you with a forgotten and locked heart

Say meet again after a long separation

Enough to make you cry.

Like an ancient road full of weather.

There is only one voice echoing.

Endless green connects Yan Yan's miles.

Will not stop.

Green is graceful, and red is delicate and charming.

It is grace that holds it up.

It's cold, it's fierce, it's lonely practice.

It is the pride of the strugglers.

Your warm world

Belongs to a brave man and an innocent girl.

Winter and wisdom

A cheerful bird belongs to a flowing stream.

The hot sun and the coast

Belongs to the pictographic olive tree

belong to me

And my favorite jungle.

When there are butterflies dancing on the green Yuan Ye.

Just like when you were a kid.

When the night lies quietly by the river.

Wandering like a dream

I'm looking for a long detour

When the fields of dawn

Someone walked in front of the bright spring.

When the wind blows over and over again

To help the silent wilderness

What arm do you touch this with?

Warm and elegant

I walked out of the years.

Follow the rut to the sunny hillside

run quickly

Expect swamp

Keep moving

That open heart is in the drizzle.

Show a charming vastness

The majestic mountains are under beautiful scenery.

Come with me.

A clenched hand with rough arms.

Wave the sun!

Jing Fang.

2. Poems about paths

Vilen's Road

Feng Zhi [Contemporary]

You said, you love this Yuan Ye.

A road full of vitality,

How many unknown pedestrians are walking?

Get out of these busy roads.

Yuan Ye in our hearts,

There are also some circuitous paths,

But those who walk on the road,

Most pedestrians don't know where to go;

Lonely children, white-haired couples,

There are also some young men and women,

And dead friends, they are all.

Step out these roads for us;

We commemorate their footsteps.

Don't waste these paths.

Precautions:

China ancient poetry database comes from the Internet.

A path with mottled trees.

The autumn wind is rustling and the trees are dancing.

A path with mottled trees swaying.

A dreamy orange light came on.

I don't know how to comfort myself.

Thoughts about your sadness and pain.

Had to let the lonely footsteps

Through the mottled shadows of trees

Fine-grained

As if stepping on your own chaotic mood.

You said you liked the path with mottled trees.

I like the orange lights on the path.

So I'm looking forward to walking around there with your light waist

No matter every night in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Let the wind blow your hair.

Gently brushed my face.

I left a little scent on my face.

Great happiness fills my heart.

Slowly rippling in the corner of the eyebrows

It's another bright and windy night.

Dancing tree shadows again.

Hanging from an orange lamp.

Heart bathed in this wet night.

Warm thoughts make people almost forget themselves.

What comes to mind is your smiling face

as usual

I like to recall an autumn memory.

Put it in our poetry collection.

Everything happens in my dreams every night.

Only lonely footsteps tread the fallen leaves on the ground.

It's a little bleak.

Walking in the shadows in the moonlight

Singing songs written for you over and over again.

I can feel you through the night.

The same idea

Also bathed in the cool autumn wind.

The same idea

The path is also dotted with mottled trees.

3. What are the poems describing the path?

1, the victory of Hushan lies in Weng Fangjia, and the path of Yin Zhongye in Huai Yu is oblique.

Lu You: Seclusion in Early Song and Summer

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The new crop of bamboo shoots has matured, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

Explanation:

Lakes and mountains are my home, and the path of Sophora japonica Liu Yin is faint. When the lake overflows, egrets are dancing, grass is singing and frogs are everywhere. The bamboo shoots of the new crop have matured, but the brush flowers have just begun to bloom. When we met, we never met. Who mentioned it before we dreamed of having tea at noon?

2. September rice fork, firefly low flying diameter oblique.

Zhong Xing in Southern Tianshan Mountains: Li He in Tang Dynasty

Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects. There is Yanyun root moss on the mountain, and the cold red tears are charming.

In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle. Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.

Explanation:

The autumn wind swept, the autumn fields were bright and clean, the pond was deep and clear, and bugs were chirping in the grass. Mossy rocks, thick clouds floating. The autumn flowers with dewdrops are crying delicately. In September, the rice in the wasteland is uneven, and fireflies with cold light are flying low on the inclined path. The spring water seeping from the crevices drops into the sand, and the jack-o'-lantern is like a painted lamp in the grave, and the pine forest is dotted with flowers.

3, the door is connected with the grass, the horse drinks spring water and steps on shallow sand.

"Appreciating the King's Half-Day Village and Showing Li Mingfu" Tang: Lang Shiyuan

The village reflected the cold, and the original day was already oblique, and the dense bamboo returned to the crow early. South Changxi Road is a group of caves, and there are several neighbors to the east of Banjing.

The door is connected with grass, the horse drinks spring water and treads shallow sand. I wanted to invite my host Lin to dinner last month. I still miss the flowers in the county.

Explanation:

The afterglow of the sunset was scattered on the Yuan Ye outside the village. People in the village were smoking, and crows flew into the depths of the jungle early. The path to the south of the stream faces the mountains, and several neighbors to the east are still bathed in the sunset. There are lush flowers and plants on both sides of the path in front of the door, and horses are drinking their own sweet springs on the soft sand and mud. I really want to stay in Ji You's residence and enjoy the beautiful moonlight. I want to go to Li Taishou's place to enjoy flowers.

4, birds go to the plateau, the path is crowded.

Topic Song Ting Yi Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu

The mountains are far beyond the sky, and the country is in the East. Hamming saw it the day before and Jiang Bai heard the news.

Birds go to the plateau, people go to the path. Running away from the past is not in the five lakes.

Explanation:

The vast mountains are connected with the distant sky, and Zeguo is in the southeast, in the boundless smoke. How bright the sea is, showing a red sun, a mirror-like river, and the wind makes silver waves, making waves. The mountain road is steep, only birds can pass through it, and people are scattered, connecting winding paths to a secluded place. Old friend in seclusion, where are you in Zeguo? I've been everywhere, but I can't find your whereabouts.

5, stone chaos knows spring pharynx, moss shortage.

Self-scheduling of Spring Festival Evening in Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The ground is better than dust, and the body is idle. Yat sen villa winds over bamboo, and the moon is blooming in the middle of the night.

The stone chaos knows the spring pharynx, and the moss is barren and oblique. Tao Ran relied on gin, but forgot to stay in Shanjia.

Explanation:

Being in a beautiful place can make people forget those annoying worldly things; In your spare time, you will think of the beautiful scenery of the four seasons. In the clear night sky, the wind blows through the bamboo forest; It is late at night, and the clear moonlight shines on the flowers. The mountain spring flows in the rocks with a low voice. The path is crooked and covered with moss. I was so carefree that I forgot that I was in a remote family.

4. What are the poems describing the path?

1, "Mulberry Picking, Late Returning to the Mountain Trail" Year: Song Author: Ye Mengde, Late Returning to the Mountain Trail, Colorful at dusk.

Toast, be attentive. You are the only one who met you.

No one came to the family mansion, and Yuan was absent-minded. Who divided this scene?

The jade is uneven and more rounded. 2, "butterfly lovers Dihong Chuyu" Time: Song Author: Wu Lizhi "Dihong Chuyu".

Shadows are dancing, and Ziyan is dancing in the wind. The path of tobacco depression.

The days are long and people are quiet. Sink into the water and sell newly cut bamboo.

The pillow is hazy, and the bottom of the flower smells like Yu Ying. The spring dream still carries catkins.

Fly over the east wall. 3, "Nanzhuang Spring Festival Evening Two Songs" Year: Tang Author: Grass reflects a vicious, both flies and water.

Peach blossoms fall to the south village path, and the drizzle and oblique wind return alone. The grass is warm and the sand is long, looking at the boat, and the smoke and waves are misty to Baqiu.

Yuanjiang is lonely in spring and the water is green and fragrant. 4, "Visiting Friends in the West Villa" Year: Tang Author: Shuiqiao West Road is oblique, the sun is still higher than your home.

There are many similarities between the gardens and alleys in the village, and there are spring flowers everywhere. 5, "Cui Ping Qu" Year: Song Author: Liu Hanting curtain hanging curtain, plum blossom fragrance into the pillow spring screen.

The moon sets in the west window, and the birds wake up in the east wind. I didn't call it Qingxidu for three years, but I dreamed of Xiquan Road.

Jiangtou's daughter has a pair of beautiful eyebrows and can sing the sentences of Cao Fang. 6, "Late Step to Send Liu Chengzhai" Year: Song Author: vertical and horizontal fangs print moss, dream pen mountain high green piles.

The sun brings the evening light to the sea, and the wind spreads the autumn letter to the next day. Bamboo opens a path for fireflies to pass, loosens empty nests and lets cranes return.

You don't need a golden house and a jade pagoda.

5. Sentences describing roads

That road

Narrow and long

Skim over the ravine ridge

Over a mountain full of thorns

Birds are singing by the roadside.

Facing the rising sun.

That road

The winding can be very long.

Sweep the stream

Share the place where wild flowers bloom.

Listen to the lingering music of the stream.

Surrounded by dismissive flowers.

That road

expect

Take away love

Happy moments when we met.

A stranger I had expected.

Looking back on that indelible commotion.

That road

Ripples of pity

Farewell, dog.

Unforgettable sunset with hands clasped.

Abandon the promise of vows of eternal love

Bury the fantasy of never leaving

That road

depressed

Amnesia is infinite.

Looking for something incredible.

Feel the yearning for the sun, the moon and the stars.