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Poems describing landscapes and pastoral scenery

The Wan Li of the Yellow River touches the mountain, and the vortex hub turns to Qin Mine.

, fly down three thousands of feet, suspected the Milky Way fell for nine days.

I remember that the west bank of the West Lake is the benefit of the sunset mountain, and the sky is full of smoke.

I'm sorry to see you again. According to Meishan, the scar is low.

Here, birds live in the mountains and light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

White hair floating green water, red palm stirring clear waves.

My middle-aged heart found its way and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

, the Yangtze River Wan Li east note, Xiao blowing waves.

The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling. For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook. Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches.

Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.

A hundred tones follow, and the mountain flowers are red and purple.

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

Next to this ever-changing river stands a stone, which is the sadness that he never conquered the state of Wu.

The low-winged white goose is still heavy and has a astringent tongue. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

Newly-built fields are flat and muddy, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

It was a river that perished in the Sui Dynasty, and since then it has plunged thousands of miles.

The west wind overflows the river, and the river flowers turn red in the evening.

, willow, Dongfeng tree, Qinghe.

Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

On the lotus peak in autumn, on the blue wall in the sky.

Wild geese lead the heart to worry, and mountains have good months.

The picture is on the water, and there are no mountains in Dongye. The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds in the Six Dynasties sing like dreams.

Cover the sun and the moon day and night, frost and snow in winter and summer.

, heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock, screen window moonlight with flowers. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.

Tomorrow the mountain will separate us. After tomorrow, who can say? .

Fold the flowers and give them to the person at the faucet. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.

Qingshan wants to master the language. There are countless horses.

Mount Tai is craggy, and Xia Yun is here. People suspect that Bai Bo is rising in the East China Sea of China.

The more beautiful princess Wu Ji is wetting her clothes for the Lotus Boat.

Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.

The desert is covered with dark clouds and the drizzle is falling. For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook. Turbulence flows through the nursery and rotten leaves hang all over the autumn branches.

Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers!

Shili Qingshan is far away, and the tide is flat and the road is sand. Several birds cried and complained about the years.

I remember my home; But the bend of Xiangjiang River is surrounded by clouds in this southern country.

Grass green skirt waist mountain dyed black, carefree hate carefree sorrow nong don't understand.

Diligent to write, books full of hate, blue clouds and heavy geese, falling in love, bouncing into the column of mourning for Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?

I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash it straight.

, or do you still live in Wazhou Mountain, since everyone is here? .

The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion curtains are dry, and the willows shake in the courtyard.

Sad and affectionate. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet from Xiaoloushan. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. Falling flowers outside the curtain can't fly. The east wind is weak.

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Autumn wind rises, leaves fly, and Wujiang River is fertile.

Dream that time is old and Tingzhou is smoky. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain.

There is a water room in Guazhou, Jingkou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

Xiangjiang River is not a mausoleum, and the ichthyosaurs under water should be literate.

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

Don't listen as soon as you hear something you don't like, and don't die of starvation on a pike like a famous hermit! .

The mountain is now cold and blue, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

A deep sleep wins * * *, and Jiangnan is still alive in October. The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.

How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

However, the whistling sounds, the vegetation vibrates, the mountain sounds and the valley sounds, and the wind rises and the water surges.

When the autumn moon is full, a thousand nights in towns and villages. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

To the south of the corner of the city, Wanglingtai and Zhangshui flow eastward, which is gone forever.

Water is far away and smoke is faint. A small Cangzhou egret flew in.

Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish play between lotus leaves, fish play with lotus leaf east, and fish play with lotus leaf west.

I remember the moon was like smoke on the river and a fishing boat was moored there under my door.

Dinghu Lake is quiet with flowing water. XuanYuanShi go, bow and sword, the ancients preach in the meantime.

Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?

Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge.

When the West Lake arrived in Japan, it saw the wrinkles of Mei again.

Jia Yi died three years ago in Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists can only grow old if they join Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

The bridge is absolutely deep, and the middle road lingers.

Wan Li, if you can't cross the mountain, who can take wheatgrass?

The bright water reminds people of Jinghu Lake.

Hunting horses on the beach in Yuze and watching the Yellow River on the banks of the provincial capital.

It is said that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.

Qinghai has a long haul of dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan.

Who can enjoy the West Lake? There is no shortage of beautiful scenery.

Do you know that you are getting better and better? Laugh at Lushan Mountain and Gu Teng.

The river is green, and I listen to Langjiang songs.

Peach blossoms and red flowers are full of flowers, and the spring water of Shu River hits the mountain stream.

Here, the lake in August is an air with heaven.

Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

The water and mountains are clear and the eyebrows are far away, and I am leaning against the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.

Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more.

And you answer, "I'm dissatisfied" and you will rest at the foot of Nanshan. ..

Even the mountains are getting dark and the green water is getting warm.

There was a spring breeze in the bridal chamber last night, so the old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

This is very common in Qi Wang's house, but Cui has heard it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Laugh goodbye to Lushan Mountain, why bother with Huxi?

Acacia in the south of the Yangtze River leads to many sighs. The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles.

, Baochai Hengcui Peak, a thousand miles of incense screen dream. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.

The wind will stop. Pengzhou blew away three mountains.

Autumn rain is a green garden, and the mountains lean against the clear sky.

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Ancient poems describing landscapes and pastoral areas

Five authors of Lisi: Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty) was once a sea of water, but amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Qinyuanchun Author: * * * (modern) Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River North, Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth,

"Xiaomei in the Mountain" Author: Lin Bu (Song) All fragrant people shake off their unique beauty and occupy all the amorous feelings of the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.

Yu Meiren Author: Li Yu (Five Dynasties) When was the moon in the Spring and Autumn Period? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Tianjingsha Qiu Si Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple Author: Peach Blossoms in Bai Juyi (Tang) Mountain Temple begin to bloom in April. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Tour Shanxi Village Author: Lu You (Song) Don't laugh at the muddy wine of farmers, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years. 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. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple: Yang Wanli (Song) After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Drinking: The Fifth Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Xijiangyue Author: Xin Qiji (Song) The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries in the middle of the night. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.

Bird-watching Creek Author: Wang Wei (Tang) people idle osmanthus, the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Tian Jingsha Author: Bai Pu (Yuan) lonely village sunset, light smoke old trees in west Western jackdaw, the shadow flies a little. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Zuiwengting Author: Ouyang Xiu (Song) is surrounded by mountains. The mountains in the southwest, the forests and valleys in You Mei are beautiful. After six or seven miles on the mountain, I gradually heard the sound of water gurgling between the two peaks and became a spring. When the peak turns, there are pavilion wings on the spring, and the pavilion is also drunk. Who is the pavilion?

Recalling the Tang Dynasty in Jiangnan: Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. 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. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Message to Yangzhou magistrate Han Zhuo Author: Du Mu (Tang) Castle Peak is full of water, but the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered in autumn. Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?