Poems about mountain roads

1. What are the poems describing mountain trails? 1.

Tang dynasty: Wen

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Translation:

Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; On the long journey, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly.

The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Banqiao is full of frost, so guests should follow their feet first.

Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office.

Recalling the beautiful scene of dreaming of Ling Du last night, flocks of ducks and geese were playing in the lake pond on the shore.

2. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Translation:

The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grass, and it snowed heavily in the sky in August in Saibei.

The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms.

Snowflakes flew into the bead curtain and wet the curtain. Fox fur was too thin to keep warm and covered with brocade quilt.

The general's hands are too cold to open the bow, and his armor is too cold to put on.

The endless desert is covered with thick ice, and the sky in Wan Li is filled with gloomy clouds.

The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble.

At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move.

Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there.

You have disappeared from the winding mountain road, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints in the snow.

3. Tibadong Temple

Northern Song Dynasty: Kou Zhun

The mountain is deep and small, and the tree is half old.

Translation:

There are few paths in the deep mountains, and nearly half of the old trees have no branches and leaves.

4. "There are nine things in the mountain"

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

Take advantage of the warm mountain road, find a secluded place to cross the wild pavilion.

Translation:

Take advantage of the warm mountain road and rest in the pavilion in the suburbs.

5. Gift to Guo Daochang

Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu

The mountain path is covered with moss and full of guests.

Translation:

Mountain roads are covered with moss, and they are most happy to have guests.

2. What sentences describe mountain roads? 1. The soldiers marched on the foggy mountain road.

2. In the early morning, the mountain road after the rain is full of clouds and flowers.

They didn't walk home along the mountain road until the horse was tamed.

4. Miracles are everywhere in the world. Learn to find them. How dangerous the mountain road is, and how spectacular the mountain peaks are. The stream is clear, and there are many species in it. World tourism day, with an exploratory eye, visit the world!

The night star walks alone on the mountain road, and the martial arts school is a mile away on the right side of the main hall.

6. There is an inter-mountain path in the picturesque and cultural Xishan. The morning light shines and the ancient pier remains. It was once the only way for Cao Xueqin to go from Zhengbaiqi to Houshan to find relatives and friends.

7. One day ago, four brothers were on their way to Xiaopei, but when they passed a mountain road, suddenly, stones and sand fell.

8. Once he went on a trip, he walked on a mountain path and saw an ocean of flowers, which was really refreshing.

After walking along this mountain road for a while, the scenery in front of me has completely changed. The trees on both sides of the mountain have become towering pine trees. These tall and straight pine trees are like a sword, which goes straight into the sky and crosses the sky.

10. Looking for distant memories along the winding mountain road, carrying buckets, painting rural farmhouses and Shan Ye, making Shan Ye full of buds and buds.

1 1. On the grassy mountain road, the old farmer was smoking a cigarette and carrying his old sickle net home. The shadow has been dragged by the sunset for a long time, which seems to be longer than this June.

12. Only on that rugged mountain road can brave climbers hope to reach the glorious summit.

13. Walking on the cut path, blowing a breeze, I feel particularly comfortable, and the wind seems to blow into my heart.

14. It took these three people seven days to get here. In front of this forest is Xunyang Town. In order to get to the town before dark, they gave up the official road and copied this mountain road.

15. As soon as you enter the mountain gate, the fresh and cool air is refreshing. Walking on a quiet mountain road, accompanied by cicadas' chirping and birds' singing, looking up at towering trees and towering peaks, looking down at gurgling water. Wherever you go, the sound of running water will accompany you.

3. The classic poem about blue sky, white clouds and flowing mountains and paths is Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" in Yuan Dynasty: Tianjingsha Qiu Si, withered vines, small bridges and flowing people, thin horses on ancient roads.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. There are many images about flowing water, such as: Huanxisha-(Song) 20071February 24th, Su Shi Yuanfeng traveled to Nanshan from Liushu, Sizhou, with a drizzle and a slight chill in the oblique wind.

Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.

Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.

Huanxisha —— (Song) Li Qingzhao's bun hurts spring and combs more. In the evening breeze, plum blossoms fall in the courtyard, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon. Jade ducks smoke the stove to wake up, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceroses can also relieve the cold. Huanxisha-(Song) Li Qingzhao embroidered hibiscus and smiled.

Duck wrapped in crab roe with fragrant cheeks. Oh, I don't know

On the one hand, it is charming, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you. The moon moves and the shadow comes back.

Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's cup is dark amber, and it melts before he is drunk. It's time to relax the clock. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) The idle window of Li Qingzhao's small courtyard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the seven laws are ignored by leaning against the building. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Huanxisha-(Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yuhong is three feet high in the sun, and the golden stove adds fragrance to the beast, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles every step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.

Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan Shu wrote new songs and drank a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. The curtain of Huanxisha-Yanshu Pavilion falls, and Sha Ting falls in the evening.

The dry shadow of the roll column enters the cold wave. For a while, the wind gives birth to a green curtain, and a few raindrops round the lotus.

People who wake up after drinking are too worried. Huanxisha-Yan Shuyu's bowl is cool and dripping, and the powder melts into fragrant snow and penetrates the gauze.

Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers. After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks.

Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream. Huanxisha-Yan Shu has always been young and limited, and it is easy to get hooked when she is free.

Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more.

It is better to pity the present. Huanxisha-Su Shi's wind pressure is light, clouds fly with the water, and swallows compete for mud in billiards hall.

Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge.

My deep feelings are only known by falling flowers. Huanxisha-Qinguan desert is light and cold, and it goes up to the small building. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Huanxisha-Zhangxian Building is 100 feet high, above the Chunjiang River, and there is no radial direction in the smoke. How long has it been like a river tide? Flowers are flying in the wind, butterflies are flying, and bridges are flat in the water. Tonight is only a long time away. Huanxisha-Yan February breeze, thousands of strands of green silk meet, dancing smoke and sleeping in the rain.

The makeup mirror steals leaves from the eyebrows and borrows branches from the music. Late autumn frost is merciless.

Huanxisha-(Song Dynasty) Yan sang red plum lyrics, and the peach leaves at the willow tips were all hidden. Stop the clouds and send them away.

Only when his freewheeling sleeves are wet can he sing a song against Diane's eyebrows. At the end of the Song Dynasty, Yan Chai's beam was damaged.

Huanxisha-Yan's eyebrows fight and draw dragons every day, and he is frivolous. Don't marry your heart

Spitting wine and stirring words, the flowers are like dancing clothes. Spring burst into tears and said it was bleak.

Huanxisha-Su Shi's boundless wind and waves don't remember Su, and there are thousands of cars in the snow. But it's full. I'm sorry.

Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Hand tweezers cream beard bottle.

Huanxisha-Su Shi thanked the rain in Shitan, Xuzhou, and wrote five songs on the road. Tancheng is 20 miles east of the city, which often corresponds to the increase or decrease of turbidity in Surabaya.

Seeing the fish in the dark red sun, even the village turned green and black, and the yellow children and the old people got together. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't need to bark when they smell drums. When they come back, they will talk to Sanggu.

Turn on the red makeup to see the princess, the 3355 barbed fence door, rows of hairpin passing through the skirt. Young and old help the wheat harvest club, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village, and the road is drunk at dusk.

The hemp leaves are shining layer by layer, who cooks cocoon fragrance village? The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Hang a white stick and lick your eyes? ? Soft and hungry, when will the bean leaves turn yellow? There are jujube flowers in the rustling clothes, cars ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold in the cow clothes Guliu.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage. After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean.

When do you clean the coupling? Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.

Huanxisha Zhang Xiaoxiang, the frost is clear, the flag is embroidered in the sheath, and it disappears. Wan Li Central Plains North War, a statue of muddy wine guarding the east of the building, the bar cried to hate Taiwan.

Huanxisha-Zhao Lingzhi's water is full of flowers. Fragrant fragrance, deep language said oriole.

The east wind is light and soft. The long spring dream is short, and the willow smoke in Yanjiao is low.

When yukiko Yuchuang plays chess. Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo Canxue Ninghui Cold Painting Screen.

Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying.

In the sound of heartbroken, I think of Huanxisha-Nalan Rong Ruo reading the west wind alone and closing the window with yellow leaves rustling. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, the only way was the ordinary Huanxisha-Kuang Zhouyi cherished the residual red tears, covered his clothes, and could not be infatuated.

People miss each other everywhere. If the flowers bloom again, why don't the clouds stay for a while and mourn?

There is no entertainment, only sadness. Huanxisha-Zhou Bangyan, the high tide lifts fish, the sky pats the willow bridge, and the cloud pigeons drag the rain across the river.

A spring letter entered the eastern suburbs. Idle to crush the phoenix group to sell short dreams and watch swallows build new nests.

And move the flower tip in the shadow of the sun. Huanxisha-Ouyang Xiuhu Zhu Qiao drew a wheel.

Dissolve spring water and soak spring clouds. Liuli Bi is smooth and dust-free.

When the road is full of drunken guests, the birds call a pedestrian every other day. How can the sun return to spring! Huanxisha-beautiful scenery and fragrant fragrance, west wind and green waves.

With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.

How many tears I hate and rely on. People in the upper reaches of Huanxisha-Ouyangxiu levee are painting boats one by one, patting the levee for four days.

The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came. Don't laugh at the white-haired old man who still buried his head in the flowers. I changed cups frequently with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao.

Everything in life, how to make a wine song? Huanxisha-Bird Wanzhong Mountain shakes Pinghu around the city, the reflection of lake light soaks into the green hills, and the crystal building has to work at night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.

Su Shi swims in Qingquan Temple, near Lanxi Temple. The stream flows west, the orchid buds are immersed in the stream, and the Songjiansha Road is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

4. What ancient poems describe the path? 1, moss is all over the mountain path, and guests are most welcome. -Dai Fugu's Gift to Guo Daoren

Interpretation: The mountain path is covered with moss, and I am most happy to have guests.

2. Ye Lan Trail in the mountains, Li Taoyuan outside the city. -Spring village in Wang Bo.

Interpretation: In a quiet mountain forest, there is a path covered with orchid leaves by the roadside, and there is a garden for growing peaches and plums outside the city.

3. Take the warm mountain road and live in seclusion on the wild pavilion. -Wang Mian's Miscellaneous Notes in the Mountains

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Interpretation: Take a warm mountain road and rest in a pavilion in the suburbs.

4. The mountain is small in depth and diameter, and the tree is old and semi-branchless. -Kou Zhun's Tibadong Temple

Interpretation: There are few paths in the deep mountains, and nearly half of the old trees have no branches and leaves.

5. In the distance, there are cold mountains and stone trails, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"

Interpretation: Going up the mountain along the winding path, there are people deep in the white clouds.

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There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.

Commentary: After walking through heavy mountains and winding rivers, I was wondering that there was no road ahead, and suddenly a colorful mountain village appeared.

7. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Interpretation: Although the snow is getting heavier, the people who saw me off refused to go back.

8. The trail is late and the snow is colorful. -Ye Mengde's "Picking Mulberry, Returning to the Mountain Trail Late"

Commentary: I came back from Zhonghao Mountain very late, and snowflakes were flying everywhere in the evening.

9. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and the flower wall is bright. -Wen, "Good Morning Walk"

Interpretation: withered oak leaves are full of barren hills and wild roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office.

10, creeping weed invaded the mountain road and killed the forest. -Wu Yong "Wan Li Langzhong"

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Interpretation: The creeping weed has grown to the mountain road, and the forest is full of thatch.

5. The poem describing mountain scenery is 1. It is foggy in the morning, and the stream is the thickest. I can't see anything, so I'm happy. If I keep walking, I don't know if they will surround me at once. The sun rises slowly, and through the Woods, the grass by the stream looks tender and oily. I sat reading under the window of the wooden house, and let all this accompany me to imagine.

2. On the platform formed by huge stones, sit quietly, close your eyes slightly and imagine yourself melting into the mountains. There are bursts of pines and birds singing in my ears, and my fantasy has turned into a young pine tree, above the summit, snowing in the wind and fighting frost. Added a circle of years to the eyes of the villagers.

3, the night bird is silent, not as excited as in the morning, and may have fallen asleep. There is water on the side of the mountain, which gathers into a pool. Under the dim moonlight, the pool water reflects the shadow of the sky quietly and dimly. Occasionally a gust of wind blows, and the mirror suddenly breaks, and there are layers of weak waves.

4. The mountains are like the sea, and the trees are angry like waves. This is the character of the mountain. He is like a man, who will not be moved by the wind, nor will he run away with the years. Pine forest is a part of his body, and it is also the perseverance he inherited. "Snow presses pines and cypresses, and pines and cypresses are tall and straight." Like mountains, pine forests are not afraid of cold and frost.

5. Under the pine forest, there are not only pine needles, but also pine mushrooms. It should be summer now. After a rain, we children are eager to try. The vegetation in the mountains is still dripping with rain, so we set off easily by stepping on the mud. Piles of mushrooms, with the rain, broke through the ground, pine needles pressed against the soft soil above the head, emerged from the ground, breathed the clean air after the rain, and greeted their partners with their own unique mushroom aroma.

6. Pine forest, pine forest in my hometown, you have been in my dream, and this little tree in my heart has been dyed red, so full of green. When the sapling of my words grows up and becomes a big tree under the sunshine in my heart, it needs the heavy spirit of this mountain to encourage it.

7. When it is dark and the sky is still huge, if the mountain suddenly becomes gloomy and scary, I will inevitably have some fears in my heart, but I don't want to go. Gradually, the moon came out. At first, it was like a child hiding shyly on the mountainside. Later, he got bold and slowly dispersed. With more stars, she has more courage. She leaned on the branch above me and looked at it heartily, casting a shadow on the stream. I tried to shake the tree, but the moon didn't move, but a crow woke up. After I panicked, I settled down. She has slowly fallen into the water and painted a soft and beautiful layer on the stream!

8. I'll find a stone to sit down. The stone is a little cold and wet, which may be the invasion of water vapor. I sat down alone, listening to my breathing, and my breathing was a little cloudy. If I have a willing heart around me, he will know my upset mood. But not now. That's good. I can enjoy an undisturbed moment alone.

9. No need to look closely. You can see the dark green on the mountain a few miles away. Here, the "Niangniangding" of Jieshi Mountain is the highest peak. Standing on the peak, you can see the Yanshan Mountains as far as the eye can see from the coast of Bohai Sea to the west, like a giant dozing on this fertile soil. All kinds of trees covered it, creating a stone-like mountain and evolving into a vivid life. Those trees, like hairs on the giant's skin, open and close at times, giving the mountains endless life.

10. There are many stones in the stream, which are square, round, blue and white. In the middle of the big stone, there are occasionally some small pools, which are crystal clear; It looks very empty and bright. As soon as the sun shines, it shines brilliantly. The stream is still shining on the rocks above, but it turns into a thick green in the pool, like a glittering jade.

1 1, I like to see how green the mountains are and how rosin is everywhere. With the closing of hillsides to facilitate afforestation, these pine forests that disappeared in the past are covered with hillsides again. Restore the beautiful mountains and rivers of the past, and look far away, what a beautiful scenery.

12. There are several green tile houses by the stream near the forest farm. There is some grass on the tile and a wooden window cabinet, which looks antique. A little further, there is a newly-built small flat house, bright and brilliant. There is a small bridge on the stream, facing the farmland on the opposite slope, covered with some cinders, which makes a rustling sound when stepping on it; There are all kinds of flowers and plants on the west side of the bridge, and long branches hang in the stream.

13, mountain path, beautiful and sacred, desirable; Mountain road, happy and magical, surprising; Blue and green trails are daydreaming; Mountain roads, sea and white clouds are desirable; Mountain roads, flowers, trees and stones, seaside scenery; Mountain roads, farmhouses and buildings are completely new; Mountain road, a familiar road, I miss going back and forth. ..

14, my eyelids are a little tired when the warm wind blows. Maybe the mountain is too heavy, the road is wrapped, or maybe the dream is difficult to realize and my heart is sour. Let me rest here for a while and then bring back memories. Like beautiful scenery, it gradually fades away. The scene of the two men holding hands and pulling the road up the mountain. Such as endless feelings, entangled in dreams ...

15. Every time I face the mountains, I am listening to the joy of silence for hundreds of millions of years. I am shocked by this powerful solid language and need my heart to look up. The wind seems to understand the loneliness of the mountain, stirring the body and whistling through the jungle.