Xiamen landscape poems (what are the poems praising Xiamen landscape)

1. What poems praise the scenery of Xiamen? 1. Go through Fujian customs

Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji

It is foggy at the moment. Turn off the sunset and shine on the tree.

After the autumn wind, I felt that rice was all over the mountain.

2. "Send someone to central Fujian"

Tang Dynasty: Li Qi

Alas, Fan Fei is divided into Wan Li. Often the door folds the weeping willow, and the imperial garden listens to the residual warbler.

The sea guards Fujian and the city, and the river runs through Cheng Chun. It was Wang Cheng who made a guest appearance in Mo Wen and Cao Chun.

3. Send Zhu Xiucai to Fujian

Tang Dynasty: Miracle

Jingmen has been here for a few days, and he is anxious to go. Far away visitors return to South Vietnam, and the north wind is behind.

There is a little light snow near the country, but it is not as brilliant as the sea. Strive to become a poetry industry, not seeking listing.

4. "Sending Weng from Central Hunan to Fujian"

Tang Dynasty: Miracle

The ship is full of piano books and wine glasses, and the sails are open in the shadow of Qing Xiang. People returned to Country Garden,

Wild geese chase the west wind day and night. The sky is getting lower and lower, and the mountain depends on the city platform.

I haven't left the temple by the river, but I still want to see Xinglang return through letters.

5. "Send people to visit Fujian and Vietnam"

Tang Dynasty: Fazhen

There is no need to ask questions, because I speak Fujian dialect. On sunny days on the island, river sails come and go.

I went to Du Xuan Palace and gave my body to Ron Gong Ling. It doesn't hurt so much, but it's off now.

2. Poems praising the scenery of Xiamen ~ preferably written by famous poets. Qindao Poetic Rhyme Put a piano on the sea, and it becomes an island. I played drums. The winding coast is covered with pearls and the sound of the piano echoes. The ferries coming and going weave sunshine, scattering a piece of poetry on the water. What I recited was a singing poem of an ancient banyan, a picturesque villa with green trees, and the poems of red tiles inspired the natural and unrestrained arms of history and humanity. The island of the piano, the island of love poems, and the island of dreams. My inner garden is open in the ebb and flow, and words and music are dependent on each other. It becomes a symphony of life and an eternal cadenza of youth. The homesickness of the drum waves is contained in the sea and turned into beautiful pearl-shell acacia, which is the pain squeezed between the teeth. I am a wanderer in the distance, a small stone, a faint street, and a bougainvillea blooming quietly from the wall of an alley. In my 50 years of wandering, I condensed into a dream scene after scene. Red flowers are full of branches, hidden in the depths of green shade. Who hurried by with flowers in the shadow of the slope? Who grew up in a deep street? She is slim and slim. Although it rained little this summer, she was as warm as jade. No wonder Lu Yu is unforgettable at first sight. Since then, the red line of acacia has been long, the phoenix flowers are soft and weak, and the summer sun is shining. Since then, I always think of the gentle and demure voice of the green steps in front of the building in my dreams. It is difficult for people who listen to the piano in Gulangyu to become immortals. The sound of waves rushing on the steps of a row of waves will separate their fatigue from a18th century piano. Think of the black keys white key where the piano king's fingers extend into the sea from here. Whose skirt is time and space slowly stepping down the stone steps? This island is a dream. The sea water is changing from green to deeper green. No mountains, no running water, no bosom friends, no stones, no sea water, no piano music. When someone picked up the fragments of Song porcelain from the beach, I couldn't recognize which century I was from. The crown sent by the Emperor of Heaven is a spare flower basket left by the flying sky, and the sea water is like a loyal guardian. Reject the noise of the world, only let the admirer's breath be transported during the day and lie in the sea. Hypnotic waves are like the staff and lines of a poem. No wonder in Gulangyu, you can grab a handful of notes and lines as long as you reach out casually. If you haven't been here, you won't know that this is a fairyland on the sea. If you haven't left here, you're not afraid that your dreams have nowhere to live, and there are waves and drums. Tonight, I listened to the conversation between the waves and the island in my dream. After listening to the concert in the misty night rain, the melody in front of the piano has not dispersed, and the girl is still full of warm colors. It was the eve of Dragon Boat Festival, and many sentimental poems at home and abroad gathered on the island. There were no horses and chariots, no red lights and no conspiracy, only a secluded path leading to the dust. Only the breeze, egrets and scorpions live together at the end of the sea. Is this corner facing the vast greed and impetuousness to avoid, escape or fight back? I have a relationship with Gulangyu for a hundred years. In a thousand years, I will start over. Perhaps, I will turn into a pile of waves to ask if she is okay, or I will turn into a cuckoo crow to tell my conversion and walk into Gulangyu Island. Only then did I find that the waves of the sea and the poems of branches are so strikingly similar. Picking a bougainvillea and throwing it into the sea, a shower just fell, and the birds singing on the shoulders led the inner tide to gently beat the trajectory of the confinement room. When the music overflowed a person's body, I finally learned to breathe drums, and I missed the island in the waves through my fingers. When I visited you, I was ashamed to imagine that I thought of you when I was facing the sea. It is the lingering Haicheng that guards you all day, visits you again and again, covers your eyes with a pair of Iraqi eyes, and lets the frozen heart dream around the soul. No matter the wind, no matter the tree, no matter the sea, you can't untie your metaphor like water, let your feet wander in the alley of your keys, and step on your leisurely drums every step of the way. Notes on Gulangyu Island on your winding old road (Yunnan) Yu Jian.

3. Seek poems about Xiamen's beautiful scenery and humanities. The sea is in the city and the city is in the sea. "

Cai Tingkai-The old base area is still there, and the heroic spirit is remembered under the Sunlight Rock.

Cai Yuanpei-Tianfeng Town is full of powerful waves and commanding. Insects, sand, apes, and cranes are sometimes exhausted, and the righteousness cannot be scoured.

Zheng Chenggong-Confucius and Mencius articles. Nanshan blooms and the East China Sea brews clouds.

Song of Xiamen

Mao Han

Egrets fly around Gulangyu, and the sea rises.

Gulangyu Island is accompanied by Xiamen Island, which is my hometown.

Climb the Sunlight Rock and look out, as if it were a paradise on earth.

I am proud, I am proud, we have you, the beautiful Xiamen Port.

My mother was born in Xiamen Island, and Gulangyu grew up with me.

I snuggled up to the old sailor and listened to him talk about the sea dragon king.

Climb the Hao Yue Garden and look out, where immortals live.

I am proud, I am proud, we have you, the beautiful Xiamen Port.

Gulangyu has a long musical rhyme, echoing in the sea and sky day and night.

How many people's lost dreams are cherished here.

Treasure, treasure, drum wave, drum wave.

I am proud, I am proud, we embrace you, beautiful Xiamen Port.

4. There are poems describing the scenery of Xiamen. From a distance, Xiamen looks like a paradise, and from a distance, Xiamen looks like a bank; Xiamen is like a prison, so it's better to go home and herd cattle and sheep.

Everyone says Xiamen is good, and everyone runs to Xiamen; Xiamen makes money, how to send money home? Rvz said that the salary here is 5 1, so I can't afford toothpaste. It is said that the food here is good, with green vegetables and grass. It is said that the environment here is good, and cockroaches and ants run around. It is said that the foreman here is very handsome, with a flat head and a pot cover. Work every year, worry every year, work overtime every day like a monkey; There is no reason to be scolded every day for working overtime without pay.

When you see the boss, you lower your head and shake your head when you get paid. By the end of the month, I was worried and didn't know when I would get ahead. The beauty of Siming, the Han in the lake, the rascal in the pedestrian street, the delusion of Haicang, the resentment of Tongan, and the lovers in the exhibition center.

Flowers in the ferry, grass in Qianpu, and monks in Xiamen University run all over the street. Handsome men in Gulang, wolves in Xinglin and hooligans in Xiang 'an are everywhere.

5. I can't write poems about Xiamen scenery (such as Gulangyu Island) by myself. Gulangyu is still singing about the hero's summer vacation, leisure, entertainment, cooling off the heat, entertainment, boarding the ferry and riding the wind and waves to swim in the Pearl of the Orient, the sea garden, the hometown of music, the piano island, the architecture of the world, the "Gulangyu Island" in the romantic city, the historical sites of the country and the well of the country. Look for ancient battlefields and training grounds, visit Zheng Chenggong Memorial Hall, Zheng Chenggong Stone Statue, Sun Guangyan, Piano Museum, Hao Yueyuan, Shu Manor, Yu Garden, Qinyuan Garden, Bird Garden, Hero Garden, Underwater World and other places of interest, visit cakes, play piano and sing, snorkel swim, watch waves, seagulls fly, couples stroll, enjoy night scenes, have tea and drink. It is a great pleasure in life to cherish the memory of history and praise the martyrs, heroes, young princes, legacies, generals, rebels, sailors, pirates, warriors, ronin, ambassadors, dukes, consuls, priests, foreign ghosts, red hair, businessmen and ancient warships.

6. The beautiful sentence describing the scenery of Xiamen University is 1. The water in Baicheng of Xiamen University is bright and sunny, and the tide is lonely and hits Baicheng.

Where is the game in Qian Fan, and the Fog Islands is Penglai? 2. Xiamen University has a bird's eye view of the Five Old Peaks, adding greenery, and the tides in Xiamen Bay are noisy day and night. Jiageng buildings soar into the sky, and Furong Lake is bluer than the sky.

The grass is lush and shady, and the seasons are green. It's always a pity that I haven't been to Taoyuan, but I won't miss it now.

3. In front of the student apartment of Xiamen University, facing the sea, and then back to the mountains, it is more verve than Huaxia Mansion. You can hear the roar of pine trees by the window and see the splash on the railing.

There are beautiful rural scenery here, but there is no bustling traffic. Living here today is self-sufficient, and people in Xidili are no longer envious.

In winter, the sky of Xiamen University is blue and the idle clouds are faint. In winter, the breeze blows in your face.

Castle peak winding, white waves sky-high. The grass and trees have not withered, but the flowers are still in full bloom.

Lush, spring and summer landscape. Ancient and modern poets have hated spring for a long time.

If you visit this place, you will have no regrets. 5. Xiamen University landscape scanning, unlimited scenery.

The front faces the sea and the back faces the green hills. Mountains increase in height and seas increase in width.

The sea is moving, and the mountains want peace. The sea is endowed with its rhyme, and the mountain is born with its stem.

No amount of buildings can win. How high is the building, soaring into the sky.

Fragments, interrelated. Brilliant and beautiful.

Lake Furong, Green Ruyan Liu. Green grass, palm towering.

The blue waves are rippling and the figure is visible. Banyan trees are lush, with roots and branches.

If people have needs, they are very old. The flowers are blooming and the fragrance is overflowing.

Scenery is everywhere, and gardens are everywhere. I can't see heaven, so I thought.

Suzhou and Hangzhou have never been there, and I want to copy it. Why cherish a hundred years when you die here?