Binzhou poetry

1. The 48-word poem about Shandong is a link between the past and the future, which is the most sacred.

Learning from it, the Mencius Temple in Zouxian County is dedicated to Mencius in Nanguan, Zouxian County, Shandong Province.

Yugonggu

Jealous woman Tianjin Gong Yugu is located in Shandong.

Deyi Tiandi

Ancient and modern Qufu: Confucius Temple

The emperor was shocked.

Life is Yu Yin Tai Dai Shan Miao Lian.

Wang Su Qian Gu

The famous religion Wanbang Qufu: Confucius House

Tian Tong is located.

Enter Gankun Gate (Nantianmen, Taishan Mountain)

Roots, roots.

Endless Shandong Qingzhou Zhenjiao Temple

Zhuo Guan xian ke

Excellent access to Qufu, a sacred area: Yan Temple. Also known as Fuxing Temple, it is dedicated to Yan Hui, a disciple of Confucius.

Come here to worry about dust.

Jinan, Diner's Heart: Huang Yi titled Wufeng Mountain Magistrate's Pavilion, at the foot of Wufeng Mountain in Changqing, Jinan, there is a cold spring next to the pavilion.

Fly to find jade

Pour Thousands of Beads —— Shu Yuquan Pavilion in Jinan Qianfo Temple, Shandong Province (Shu Yuquan Pavilion is next to Jinan Qianfo Temple)

Peak-peak triad

The tide welcomes Laoshan Mountain: Taiqing Palace

Ghost fox has character.

Laughing and cursing into an article by Lao She entitled "Pu Songling's Former Residence in Zichuan", in Pujiazhuang, Zichuan, Shandong. Pu Songling was a writer in Qing Dynasty.

2. A language poem describing Shandong: Heavy snow in Lingnan.

Year: Song Author: District

Wan Li sand, frozen corals in the sea, flowers.

Although there is a spring order in Luoyang, who asked Yuan An's Chu Shi family?

Lingnan in spring

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The window decoration is like a cloud, and the punch line is only heard by the spring birds.

Sleeping on the futon, sitting still, smoking tea on the stove.

Keju Lingnan

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It's windy in Bai Bo, so how do you feel when you go home?

The flowers bloom early in the burning country, and the boat carries the spring rain.

Fear of snakes burning gallnuts prevented the decline of species.

Businesswomen at the mouth of the cave sometimes sing nocturnes.

In Gengwu, there is no snow in wax, which is common in Lingnan, but bitter cold is rare.

Year: Song Author: Zheng

The eaves wind and bamboo repair, and the night jade is abrupt.

Xiao Wang's hill is loose, lonely, thin and frozen.

I'd be happy to send a pavilion. I'm definitely going to see the flying snow.

Stay out of it, your feet are as hard as iron.

Castle peak is not old at all, and dusk rain is desolate.

If it is not the earth's atmosphere, it will be wet and turbid.

Cut the clouds underwater and rest only in the void.

It's cold in the wax this year, and every bite is cold.

This is the sound of the first snow, washing the heat of Lingnan.

Don't be surprised, there is no difference in essence.

There will be smoke and knots in the forest.

The grass is moist as crisp and looks scorched.

Lingnan bianchun

Year: Song Author: Fan

Say a word about the moon on the lake, and look at Lingnan Spring.

Strange birds cry like ghosts, and stupid apes stand like people.

Man is connected with the sea, and fishermen are mixed with the river.

There are also whips and bulls, who are picking up the dust on the road.

Lingnan road middle

Year: Tang Author: Cao Song

A hundred flowers will not return, but they may not return to their hearts.

However, there is a pot of money to escape and the scenery is put into the clearing machine.

Half-Sichuan overcast fog hides tall trees, and a piece of sunshine and neon falls.

The grass is mixed in front of the idle horse, and the partridges fly south.

Lingnan litchi can't be delivered far. Longan new ripe fruit, enjoy five days of flowers.

Year: Song Author: Zhang Wei

Richard is still being punished, and Lin Qiu has a good reputation.

Although there is no south wind, it is resistant to thousands of miles.

Nakazawa Tomohide Chen Ling South Road

Year: Tang Author: Li Deyu

Mountains and rivers compete for branches to turn into fans, and coconut leaves are dark.

Worrying about poisonous fog meets snake grass, fearing falling sand insects and avoiding swallowing mud.

In May, Shetian collected fire rice, and three nights, Tianjin officially reported the tide chicken.

Heartbroken homesickness, more birds cry in red hibiscus flowers.

Send someone to visit Lingnan.

Year: Tang Author: Dai Shulun

When I was young, I left my hometown to do a tour of Qian Shan. The scenery in Lingnan is still lush and full of vitality in late autumn.

There are green bamboos and red flowers on both sides of the road, and apes whistle, which sounds very quiet.

Ling nan Jiang hang

Year: Tang Author: Liu Zongyuan

When you go south of the Yangtze River, you can see the Yellow Sea.

Rain and sunshine on the hillside increase the image, and the heart of the pool becomes warmer and longer.

Archers skillfully waited for the wandering figure, and mother hurricane surprised the passenger ship.

Since then, it is no longer a worry, so I can't wait for the fleeting time.

Send Judge Zhou to Lingnan.

Year: Tang Author: Yao Department

Cicada sees Qiu Ge early, but Qin complains late. There are many different feelings, which are worth doing.

People of great significance are grateful for everything. Repeatedly read the distant resistance, and stay for a long time.

Run nine miles in the morning and leave for Wan Li at dusk. Haimen foggy city thanks.

Yiquan is close to the source, picking up green shaming. Orchid is a gift, but poverty is empty.

Of course, the most famous sentence is "300 lychees a day, I don't hesitate to be a Lingnan person."

Su Shi's original words are "300 lychees a day, it is better to grow up to be a Lingnan person."

Huizhou absolutely

Su Shi

It is the fourth spring in Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and plums in Lu bloom at the latest.

300 lychees a day, it is better to grow into Lingnan people.

About Beautiful Binzhou Waiting for Your Composition 400 words Beautiful Hengyang My hometown is in the beautiful wild city-Hengyang, where it is beautiful all year round.

The spring rain is rustling, the spring thunder is rumbling, and the spring girl walks to the wild city with a brisk beat. Listen, the naughty spring rain jumps on the land and makes a song of "pa, pa"; You see, the lovely willow branch doll was blown green by the spring breeze, the beautiful peach blossom girl was awakened by the gentle spring breeze, waving a pink skirt at us, and the grass leaned out its little head and looked around; You see, a hundred flowers are blooming, and the proud pear tree is dancing in white clothes. The little winter jasmine is bent and golden, and a golden carpet is laid on the whole ground. Red roses are not to be outdone. She turned into a beautiful red dress, which made her feel even more beautiful. In summer, all the most charming lotus flowers are in full bloom, which is even more graceful against the lotus leaves.

Look, some lotus fairies are white and some are pink. White is like a girl's fresh skin, flawless snow.

It's not so much muddy as soaked in milk. Look at the pink one again. I really don't know if it is blushed by the sunset glow on the horizon or shy.

You see, that budding girl really looks like a shy little girl and refuses to smile at us. Half-open, like a pure girl, holding her face with white hands; It's more charming when it's wide open, and they smile happily at people. Autumn comes quietly, and the corn is beaming. Aunt Xiang Qiu specially presented a small golden gem. Sorghum is so happy She giggled and bent down with laughter.

Huang Chengcheng's pears are hanging on the branches, swinging playfully, as if on a swing; Red apples can be shy and hide in dense leaves; Naughty oranges are golden, some hide behind orange leaves and play hide-and-seek with others, and some hang happily on the leaves, as if to say, "Come and pick me, I am mature." Winter in my hometown is very interesting! When it snows, I will have a snowball fight with some friends and use snowballs as bullets. "Bullets" fly around, bursting with joy in laughter. One of my classmates told me quietly, "If there were no winter, maybe we would never be so happy." Yes! If there is no winter, how can there be a spectacle of "wrapped in white, especially enchanting"? How can there be a poem "like spring breeze, night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"? The ancients used "a piece of ice in a jade pot" to describe the purity of the soul. In my opinion, ice, the darling of winter, is really worth having. Hengyang! My lovely hometown! I love you forever.

4. The poem about Polaris had a good dream last night. Iraqis laugh, leaving spring everywhere. The peach blossom is crimson, and the fragrant woman is affectionate. Return to the red candle, wrap the yarn and lean on the beauty. Whispering and waving. Jade muscles and bones, charming body horizontal Chen. Bees sing and butterflies dance, and rain collects clouds. Plant red beans diligently, urge bluebirds, and forget the clouds. . . Xiangzi

Smell the cicada outside the window. Who is singing alone in the lonely afternoon? Look at the dead leaves falling and the green leaves growing again. However, there is a kind of sadness for the queen, looking back and staring. Looking back at the old place, the Iraqis went with the wind, leaving a shadow. Cherish the soft waves and sigh that time is in a hurry. Looking forward to the moment, thinking like a flood, relying on Southern Yan, listening to the news. Lingnan Road is full of mountains and rivers. . . Klang Ganzhou

And the clothes are silent, and the red candle goes out. I remember last year today, the rain hit the duckweed, whether it was over or not. Hatred is still empty, and new worries are added. After the crow comes home late, the heart is tangled and people are thin and dry. . . Zuihuayin

Peony is enchanting and rich, and peach blossoms are full of makeup. I like Nanling, a quiet place, best, where the cold plum blossoms and the snow laugh at the spring breeze. . . Early spring poetry

Rainstorm came to relieve the summer heat, and I lay in Ting Yun playing banana. The past has become dust and sorrow, glitz has fallen, and people are getting old. . . Listen to the rain

The breeze stopped, the drizzle stopped, the afternoon sun shone, and the sleepy buttonwood tree shadow. Swallows live in the new nest under the eaves, and cicadas sing on the branches, awakening thousands of miles of dreams. Don't arrive in a hurry, see you off at the pavilion, and you will be a stranger. Wandering like duckweed, living in Heze and traveling in Binzhou. . . . Sumuge

Remember the old place in Dongli where Shen zui used to live. At the end of summer, people are thin and plum blossoms are green. Crush the fragrance into ice and dissipate heat. Lonely and cold rain seems helpless, flowers bloom and fall, and green leaves wither. But life is full of hate, and feelings are thin and worrying about the west wind. . . . The nearest flower

It rained lightly last night, and purple kites flew. How deep are the clouds? The Iraqis are gone, desolate, living alone in the yard. Morning dew and night cream into the bottle, wine full of tears. Stay at dusk and watch the sunset infinite, then leave. The autumn wind is urgent and the grass is green. Old memories are like flying catkins. Goose came to the south last year, and there was no news. Pick a solitary lamp, pillow three thousand rounds, and break the melancholy. . . . . Man Jiang Hong

Xiaochi fresh rain garden, Xiahe new lotus bath hibiscus. The breeze sends away thousands of waves. Ying Ying, the frog at the bottom of the leaves weighs three or four times. The twilight is heavy, the frost is everywhere, the moon rises, and I wake up with a cold stab or two. Go back to the path and walk alone. There is no evidence that the couple has strayed into the flower garden. . . . . Ding Fengbo

The brocade book is far away, and the road is long, and it is Xiu Yuan and Xi, tossing and turning. The setting sun is dim, and autumn leaves are everywhere. The family is surrounded by four walls, crows cry at night, and three years of heartbroken tears. West building facing the moon, a few cups of bitter wine are tasteless. But the night is as long as years, the cold air invades people, the small windows are lightly locked, and the curtains are low. The sound is broken, and the bleak figure is sleepless. East Lake old place, live up to infatuation, give up out of turn. Recalling the past, it's raining here. . . . . Niannujiao/nostalgia

Dead branches and broken walls drag on late autumn, leaving people to the west building. Julian dare not provoke alone, the curtain is full of foreign guests. I can't sleep, but my heart is broken. What makes the tears dry? Only 3,000 duckweeds get together. ..................................................................................................................................................................................