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Three Prose Poems with Narrative Tone Describing Scenery

The scenery is like spring. Can you appreciate the beauty of nature through prose describing scenery? Below, I sorted out the recited prose poems describing the scenery for your reference.

Recite prose poems describing scenery 1

Baihe has a unique scenery here.

I haven't looked up at the starry sky for a long time, but there is no homesick moon tonight. I stood quietly at the window, feeling the oncoming cold wind. My thoughts seem to have returned to my long-awaited hometown, Baihe.

Time flies, Baihe raised me for more than twenty years. Looking back, bittersweet experiences are concentrated in the depths of memory. Those scenes, those people, those things, those feelings, merged into a complete picture in an unforgettable moment, leaving an indelible mark in my heart. It is a bitter beauty, intoxicating and memorable.

The scenery of Baihe River is vast and mysterious. In Baihe, although there are no famous tourist attractions, it is also a place to rest. Before entering the Baihe River, you are greeted by criss-crossing main streets, which shows that the traffic in Baihe River is developed. Along the street, you can see the bustling crowd, but you can't see the endless motorcade, and you can't see the gurgling Hanjiang River water. Some of them return to the natural tranquility. Walking along the street, I soon came to the foot of the mountain and looked at the rolling and lingering mountains. Some of them want to conquer their ambitions that are as difficult as Shu Dao. Look at those mountains, some like dragons guarding the land of Baihe, and some like shy girls. It's like we shouted a thousand times before she came to us, and she hid half her face behind the guitar, full of mystery. They rode horses in the winter sunshine, bathed in the cold wind, and started their mountain climbing journey. They didn't have to walk slowly, sometimes standing in the distance, sometimes laughing and playing. Of course, Baihe is not only beautiful, but also hospitable and simple.

Baihe people are simple and enthusiastic. In Baihe, no matter which village you go to, whether it's Songjia Village at the southern end or Xiao Shuang Village at the border, simple people will warmly invite you to their home to make a scene. Sweet rice wine and sweet corn rice are the fruits of people's hard work. They are pure natural, and they don't even forget to kill a carefully raised native chicken. Of course, the most fascinating thing is the fish caught in the Han River. The host invited him to sit down, and a simple and sumptuous meal was served here, which made people drool. When the host invites wine at the right time, he must make at least three bowls first. In the farmhouse, wine is drunk in bowls. The host family will give the fish guts to the guests, which is a sincere expression of their respect for the guests, especially the bitterness of the fish. With chewing, a trace of coolness seeps into the heart and spleen, making people forget fatigue. In the heyday of wine, the hostess will pull up a group of sisters and sing a toast song to show her strongest friendship to the original guests. The more wine you drink, the happier your host family will be. If you are drunk, they will think that you are really getting along with them, and they will feel very happy.

Baihe native products are ordinary without losing their characteristics. In Baihe, there are a long history of traditional national culture, magical ancient books, brilliant silverware, exquisite batiks, gorgeous embroidery, wonderful paper-cuts, beautiful folk songs, sweet bronze drums, exquisite bamboo weaving and other national handicrafts, which are exquisite in workmanship, unique in pattern and clear in grain, and are deeply loved by overseas merchants. Sweet and delicious yellow rice wine, unique Baihe papaya wine, delicate and delicious wild pork, homemade local noodles processed with wheat, and full of praise for eel, sauerkraut and tofu won the appreciation of tourists. Baihe is also rich in oranges, which can be eaten or sold, and orange leaves can be used to cook soup to cure colds. It's lily's exclusive secret recipe, so I won't reveal it. Baihe is also rich in mineral resources, which also drives the local economy. Baihe also raises pigs or keeps golden cocks in captivity, which also attracts many tourists. In the farmhouse, livestock are fed with farm leftovers and crops, supplemented by green vegetables, and grow by drinking natural spring water without any feed. Although small, it can accumulate fat, and the sliced meat is tender, smooth, sweet and delicious, fat but not greasy, green, healthy and delicious. Since the introduction of landscape humanities, how can traditional festivals be less?

The White Crane Festival is a grand tradition. In Baihe, there are many traditional festivals to celebrate, such as the Spring Festival Games and the Lantern Festival Games in Xianhe and Cangshang. During the Spring Festival, people paste Spring Festival couplets, set off firecrackers and have a family reunion dinner. From morning to the first day of the new year, the whole first month is full of festive atmosphere. After the Spring Festival, people dispersed or stayed behind, and they arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day unconsciously. As the saying goes, it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Although it is raining lightly, people haven't gone to the grave to pay homage to the dead. With the arrival of the spring breeze, the sad atmosphere gradually faded away and ushered in a happy life. I love practicing law for the people's livelihood, and I am used to practicing law. Breaking into pieces has not changed a bit, but the heart is more scarred. Although my body has not changed, I can't punish my heart. The Dragon Boat Festival, in which Qu Yuan threw himself into the river for the country and the people, was also a tribute to Qu Yuan by rowing dragon boats and eating zongzi, followed by Chongyang reunion, Army Day, National Day and other festivals. I wonder if such a festival will be the same for friends from all corners of the country, with sorrow and joy?

Nowadays, the people of Baihe are bathed in the warm sunshine of the party and the government, their living standards are getting better and better, their infrastructure is constantly improving, and their traffic conditions are constantly convenient. The warm and generous people of Baihe sincerely welcome compatriots from all over the world to visit. Baihe, the scenery here is unique!

Recite prose poems describing scenery II

Chunlai Crescent Moon Pill

At the northern end of North Changshan Island, Changdao County, Yantai, Shandong Province, it is called the seashore of North Imperial City, just like a crescent moon in the sky, with its back against the green hills, clear water and facing the north. The scenery of mountains and rivers makes me yearn for people who have been away for 35 years.

It was March of 1976, and my youth stepped into the green military camp and came to Penglai across the sea? Haixian Mountain? North Changshan Island. One Sunday, I went to the Crescent Bay under Jiuzhang Cliff with several fellow villagers. From a distance, I saw the stones covered with the beach glowing with white light under the strong sunlight, and I didn't feel its wonder until I stepped into the beach and looked down. Sea stones as big as fists and as small as eggs are all bright and colorful. White as jade, orange as orange. Bright red as agate, crystal clear as ice. Look carefully at the pattern, whether it is like the sun, the moon and the sky, or a steep waterfall, or like flowers, birds, insects and fish. No wonder Su Dongpo, a great scholar in the Song Dynasty, once had it. Colorful, beautiful? I told you.

Looking up at the blue sea, under the breeze, the snow-white spray rolled and pressed to the shore, arching a road? Moist? 、? Mountain wall? , just listen? Wow? 1,? Shanshuiling? When he fell to the shore, the stone on the beach was suddenly pushed up. When a wave recedes, the stones that just poured down gather together to form an ensemble? Wow, sand? The melody. So persistent, endless.

At that time, I was absolutely shocked, accompanied by that non-stop Wow, sand? Voice, my heart suddenly moved: cobblestones in Austria and Crescent Bay were born with every wave ups and downs, after numerous impacts and frictions. It's a pity that I forgot to pick up some pebbles and bring them back to my hometown as a souvenir (/kloc-0 was transferred to the outlying islands of Yunnan in early 1979 because I participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam), which still makes me feel sorry.

According to archaeologists, Long Island was connected with land hundreds of millions of years ago, and Crescent Bay is still a towering mountain. Later, due to the ups and downs of the earth's crust, Long Island became an archipelago in the sea, and Crescent Bay became a real bay. What about the existing temple island Mazu Temple in the southwest? The queen gave the lamp? With history? Eight immortals crossing the sea? Legend has added many beautiful myths and legends to Penglai and Long Island. According to historical legend, Qin Shihuang and Han Wudi came to this island in search of elixir of life, hence the name Long Island. 1979 When Ye Jianying came to Long Island, he happily wrote an inscription for Crescent Bay. In Yueer Bay, Changshan Island, there are a large number of agricultural, fishing and stone fields, and high-priced boulders are shining. How can women and children find it difficult? ?

Due to the long-term natural movement, the beautiful boulder has been shattered, and the vast sea beats the riprap on the shore year after year with its huge waves and micro waves. After a long and painful tempering, the rocky rocks have finally turned into pebbles today.

? Wow, sand? Cold and summer alternate, the sun and the moon have passed the years; ? Wow, sand? This is the symphony of life.

Life is always born with pain. The sea has given the rocky rocks thousands of setbacks and tempering, making it sublimate and dazzling. Ah, Crescent Bay, approaching you can make timid people confident and self-reliant, and make arrogant and ignorant people conscious.

Crescent Bay, although I have been away from you for more than 30 years, the sound of your snow waves hitting the beach still echoes in my ears. If there is an afterlife, I will melt into your arms again?

Recite prose poems describing scenery 3

Yunshui Jiangnan

In the rainy days in early autumn, the clouds are low and the rain is light, infiltrating this brand-new New Year picture town-the filial piety aided by Suzhou. In the drizzle, people with black eaves and white walls, small bridges and flowing water, stone steps, small streets with waterwheels and pavilions, small wooden boats with black canopies in the middle reaches of New Year Lake, and the silhouette of Jiangnan water town once reminded me. In my memory, there are always some places that make people linger, or the scenery that makes people linger there, or the special people there. Wu Peng's boat is swaying in Jiangnan water town. ......

A long bamboo pole moves leisurely on the water, reflecting the stone bridges, buildings and trees in the water, as well as the clouds and birds in the sky ..... This ancient and quaint Jiangnan town is the most beautiful and agile title page for entering the water town. In the most beautiful corner of Jiangnan water town, it is so warm, like a dream curtain in the evening and a swaying rose in the morning light ... The original Jiangnan water town is slowly spread out in a painting. In front of us are green and jade-like running water, stone river port pier and wet slate, which are inserted obliquely into the clear river along the steps paved with slate. What is a river course? Hmm? Zigzag, streets and buildings are separated by rivers. However, there are bridges on the river, one in the shape of one and the other in the style of one. The arched shape of the ancient stone bridge is accompanied by the flowing water under the bridge, which has an indescribable beauty of classical charm. No matter which bridge you stand by, you will see another bridge through bridge opening, and the stone bridge skillfully connects the ancient town into a whole. People along the river built verandahs. They walked along the river corridor, winding along the river, and the veranda was born by the river. They are endless and winding, but there is no end in sight. However, on one side of the two sides of the strait, there are white-walled houses, and on the other side, weeping willows dance with the wind. Along the way, the cloisters and pavilions are winding, the stone bridges are lying across, and the river is sparkling. What is more poetic than boating in a small river in a water town? A small awning wooden boat, swaying its oars gently, glided slowly in the narrow river, and arched bridge opening passed overhead one by one. Pedestrians standing on the bridge look down at the boat in the river, and passengers sitting on the boat look up at the people on the bridge. They will never get tired of meeting. There are moving scenes in the eyes of both sides, so unique customs can be seen everywhere in Jiangnan water town.

I walked quietly in the ancient town for two days, from early morning to dusk, from deep alleys to the water's edge, from antique shops to trendy painting boats, and I visited every corner of the ancient town. Old houses with black eaves, winding streets, antique colonnades and simple signs above the lintel are all quiet and leisurely. The alley of the ancient town is deep, so you can walk in the long alley at will, with faint green and silent eaves. The light and shadow on the moss wall are deep and shallow, and the years overlap. It seems that time and space flow far away, vaguely reminiscent of the prosperity of Jiangnan in the past. Walking out of the narrow alley and down two steps is very special. There is an open space of seven or eight square meters. There are two recliners on the open space with a wisteria frame on them. The branches and vines are full of lavender flowers, one after another, hanging down from the air like a waterfall, decorating a small space with vitality. Tired, I sat by the water, made a pot of green tea, ordered a plate of green beans, and looked at the passers-by and the ancient town people who seemed to be separated from each other under the swaying wicker.

When a foreign tourist came to Jiangnan, he was most impressed by the water and all the water-related scenery here: the long Wupeng boat, the mottled arch bridge, and perhaps the water from Gillian Jiangnan water town wearing blue rags and carrying bamboo baskets in wooden doors, which is also the soul of the ancient town. It flows quietly, connecting the whole town indifferently, and the dreamlike years are distant and quiet, diffuse and faint. This water can be a small river carrying fishermen, Bitan Bay at the entrance of the village, or a clear spring beside the house. On that day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and the faint rain and fog floated over the ancient town, like covering it with a thin layer of gauze. Stone bridges and roofs are looming in the floating rain and fog. Just like a classical beauty, she still hides half her face in front of us behind her guitar, which adds a little caution. When the rain stops and the fog clears, the wet and long bluestone slabs feel a patchwork charm every step, making the deep and ancient houses look old and vicissitudes. The sound of dripping water and running water can be heard everywhere, dripping water under the eaves of small streets, dripping water on the railings of stone arch bridges and bridge opening, and the rainwater flowing downwards seems to seep from the cracks in the stones. When you listen carefully, the underwater sounds are repeated, like weeping, like mysterious and distant Jiangnan silk and bamboo, wrapped in all kinds of tenderness. The whole ancient water town is picturesque and antique, and nowhere to be found, suddenly in Taoyuan Yuen Long, between heaven and earth. Suddenly, I saw a girl with elegant hair bun and cheongsam, beautiful and free from vulgarity, walking in a long rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, and her clear back set off the ancient town more softly and fresh. Standing on the bridge, looking at the reflection in the water, I really hope that time to go back will stop and forget what day it is today, and the unspeakable taste is accumulating. The trajectory of the ship and the scratches on the bamboo pole remain on the water surface, becoming a turbulent water halo, and the reflection in the water becomes blurred. The setting sun is tilting towards dusk. I quickly settled down and found a hotel by the water. Looking through the window, the water waves are slightly blue, the breeze is blowing gently, and several wooden boats are quietly moored by the water. How many families live in this ancient town? I don't know. All I know is that every door and window has traces of a blue-hearted woman. There is always a story of joys and sorrows that needs to be savored. If you come to the teahouse with water, listen to a piano review, taste a cup of tea, and then look at this small bridge, wouldn't it be the ecstasy of heaven and earth? ! Simple folk customs, it is this kind of freehand brushwork life, only then has the humility and gentleness, indifference and tranquility that are rare outside. The ancient town should be a fairy tale miniature of the years. The long history and colorful reality of the ancient town are all rippling in the water waves aroused by bamboo poles.

Yes, as time goes by, vicissitudes are always fleeting. Some memories are really hard to forget. I know that there is water rhyme in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a water girl embedded in my memory.