Poetry about rural architecture

1. There are the following poems describing villas in the Encyclopedia of Ancient Poetry.

1. "Shui Long Hidden Outside Lingyundou, Hubei Province"

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The mountains outside Hubei are cloudy and the small garden is dark blue. Win and enjoy the fragrance of ink pool to moisten the boat rain. Thousands of concubines in the neon festival, an arrow in the brocade sail, take Spring away. Calculate the return date is uncertain, and after the smoke clears, the spring city sings and flies.

The Yellow Crane Tower starts at noon. Play the dance of Yulong and Jiang Mei. The wind is forbidden, the dream is clearer, think about it. When Qiu Shui was born, Fuqing was still in Nanping Mountain Villa. Look at the platform, lead a horse, plant it on the long embankment and make a thousand trees.

2. Huanxisha

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There is a small battle between black and white. Several people are fighting hand in hand. Who knows that victory is ruthless. Fu Xie is always thinking about the villa, while Du Lang is idle to think about the soldiers. Why not talk about Liaocheng and smile?

3 "butterfly lovers, wild trees and plum blossoms"

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The wild trees are fragrant with plum blossoms. The path is secluded, I would like to be natural. Looking back at fame and fortune. Most of them are acquaintances. Whose house is the villa? There are still Tibetan spring houses in the scattered windows of every household. Where is the mirror broken? The sad grass is green in front of the court.

4. Qinyuanchun Manlang Jiangtou

Year: Song Author: Zengbo Li

Manlang Jiangtou, three listens to the autumn anvil, and one climbs the old platform. Looking at the smoke, dazzling, the wind is dancing, when will the eyebrows open? Jiuting and Weiqi Zhuang were both old-fashioned at that time. The matter of Jiangdong is safe for a hundred years, and it is timely. But the competition is light. Go east to return to the Huaihe River. Sigh Anu sad, because people are busy, it is a pity that the rest of the land will be restored. Phoenix birds are high in the sky, and the tide is rising and falling in Luzhou, and Bai Ou is about to return. Waigan, heroic history, a glass of Joan.

5. "Touch fish, buy Bitong pond, and plant willow by rotation"

Year: Yuan Author: Ma

Buy ponds and plant willows, and fly bridges to check officials and businessmen. At that time, the title bar was inadvertently borrowed from Mo Chi Yuxuan. Tuo * * * Zhu. The road to stealth is long, and there are three gods at sea. Come back and laugh. Jade is easy to cross the sea, and the wild pavilion is endless. Pei Zhong Ling, there is only one teacher in the villa. The voice advocating a reward should be echoed by Lu Zhong. If you teach the meridian to become Ding Mao, you can let the old fisherman find a sentence. Call me quickly. It is good to wash the poor and worry, but it goes against the poetry spectrum. Xifenggu I want to stick a melon. Where is the melon? There is no nursery at home.

2. There is 1 poem about "villa" among the ancient poems describing villas. The year of "Cloudy Outside Hubei" is: Song Author: Cloudy outside Hubei, the small garden is dark blue.

Win and enjoy the fragrance of ink pool to moisten the boat rain. Thousands of concubines in the neon festival, an arrow in the brocade sail, take Spring away.

Calculate the return date is uncertain, and after the smoke clears, the spring city sings and flies. The Yellow Crane Tower starts at noon.

Play the dance of Yulong and Jiang Mei. The wind is forbidden, the dream is clearer, think about it.

When Qiu Shui was born, Fuqing was still in Nanping Mountain Villa. Look at the platform, lead a horse, plant it on the long embankment and make a thousand trees.

2. "Huanxisha" era: Song Author: Shu Chu black and white have a little war. Several people are fighting hand in hand.

Who knows that victory is ruthless. Fu Xie is always thinking about the villa, while Du Lang is idle to think about the soldiers.

Why not talk about Liaocheng and smile? 3 "Butterfly Lovers Wild Tree Plum Blossom Fragrance" Time: Song Author: Wild Tree Plum Blossom Fragrance.

The path is secluded, I would like to be natural. Looking back at fame and fortune.

Most of them are acquaintances. Whose house is the villa?

There are still Tibetan spring houses in the scattered windows of every household. Where is the mirror broken?

The sad grass is green in front of the court. 4. "Qin Man Tou" Time: Song Author: Zengbo Li Man Tou, three listening to the autumn anvil, one boarding the station.

Looking at the smoke, dazzling, the wind is dancing, when will the eyebrows open? Jiuting and Weiqi Zhuang were both old-fashioned at that time.

The matter of Jiangdong is safe for a hundred years, and it is timely. But the competition is light.

Go east to return to the Huaihe River. Sigh Anu sad, because people are busy, it is a pity that the rest of the land will be restored.

Phoenix birds are high in the sky, and the tide is rising and falling in Luzhou, and Bai Ou is about to return. Waigan, heroic history, a glass of Joan.

5. "Touch the fish and buy the willow in the pond" Time: Yuan Author: Horse buys the willow in the pond, and flies over the bridge to check the school. At that time, the title bar was inadvertently borrowed from Mo Chi Yuxuan.

Tuo * * * Zhu. The road to stealth is long, and there are three gods at sea.

Come back and laugh. Jade is easy to cross the sea, and the wild pavilion is endless.

Pei Zhong Ling, there is only one teacher in the villa. The voice advocating a reward should be echoed by Lu Zhong.

If you teach the meridian to become Ding Mao, you can let the old fisherman find a sentence. Call me quickly.

It is good to wash the poor and worry, but it goes against the poetry spectrum. Xifenggu

I want to stick a melon. Where is the melon? There is no nursery at home.

3. Describe the rural ancient poetry returning to the countryside, living in the wilderness of Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the backcountry is inaccessible.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complicated market music, pull weeds.

When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.

Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Returning to the garden and living in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming has no rhyme, and he loves autumn mountains.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and debris in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Pastoral Ci Tang Huai Li Bai Jia Yi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.

How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. Tang Meng's animal husbandry is harmful to dust, but the first thing is to raise the sky.

Cloth is close to three paths and thousands of trees have been planted. Yu Yue was pushed to move, but he was in his thirties and hasn't met him yet.

It was too late to write the sword, and it was dusk in Yuan Qiu. Pregnant in the morning, often confused during the day.

The sky is full of envy, vying for food shame. Looking at Jinmamen, I will take the road of firewood.

Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives. Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?

In spring, the village is the spring pigeon singing of the Tang family, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

It's just that Wang Weiping of the Tang Dynasty lived on the water of Qi, and there were no mountains in the east. The sun hides 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.

Autumn rain in the countryside is Tang Geng's business. In the desert, there are heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rustling rain hangs down. 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.

New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning. Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli.

The four seasons are mixed with Fan Chengda Li Jinxing's fat and wheat and cabbage's flowers are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda blackbirds threw themselves into the forest, with few tourists, and the mountains in front of them reached firewood and flew behind them. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory In Song Dynasty, the newly-built fields in Fan Chengda were flat and muddy, and every family plowed rice but the frost was clear. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.

In Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda performed day and night, and the children in the village were in charge of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Four-season mixed (1) plums are golden and apricot fat, while wheat and cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

The countryside is full of excitement in all seasons. (2) Farming in the field during the day and being numb at night, the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Pass by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Shanxi Village Tour [Song Dynasty] Lu Youxiao laughed at the farmhouse muddy wine, and raised 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.

Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.

The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children's rogues best, and I look forward to the hope of Wang Jidong at dusk. What do you want to rely on? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.

Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. At night, the bell of Lu Men Song Meng Haoran Mountain Temple came at night, and fishermen boarded the ferry.

People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Thatched doors and pine paths are lonely and quiet, and only strangers come and go. Wang Wei's sunset shines on the ruins of a farmhouse by the Weihe River, 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. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Wang Jidong, an unrealistic hope, looking at dusk, what is the desire to migrate? Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.

Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. In the countryside in April (Tang Dynasty), the green hills in Weng Juan were covered with white mountains, and the sound of Zigui was raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Zhang (Tang Dynasty) fisherman, flying in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water, rich mandarin fish, bamboo slips and green coir, don't have to return in the oblique wind and drizzle.

4. Sentences describing architecture The sunset sprinkled Hui Jin on the earth, and the whole ancient city was covered with cicada-like gold gauze, and the earth was covered with mysterious colors.

The horn of a car and the jingle of a bicycle suddenly formed a group of early morning symphonies. My hometown Yantai is like a bright pearl, embedded in the coastal area of Jiaodong Peninsula.

The criss-crossing traffic facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, which promotes the ancient Beijing to make great strides towards a modern international city. At night, every building shines with jewels, and every street becomes a shining star system. In the middle of the night, the lights in the town are like fireflies flying far away, getting darker and darker, and the whole city is like a dream.

Suzhou, an ancient city, is sleeping now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily on a silver riverbed.

The lights are flashing, and I feel like I'm swimming in the galaxy in space and watching the Lantern Festival in the ancient capital Chang 'an. In the background of night, cars in the street are one after another, row after row, as if strings of dazzling pearls are flowing, and as if rows of twinkling stars are moving.

If Guangzhou is like a emerald city in the daytime, then when the sun sets, Guangzhou becomes a night pearl, with lights like the sea and thousands of streets flashing. The whirlwind rolled yellow dust and trivial dust, which made the whole town depressed and the busy market depressed.

Night arrival, brightly lit, like a sparkling night pearl dotted the town. The small town on a rainy night, dim lights, like countless eyes open and close.

The wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and the villages near and far are like ships in the green sea. The field was quiet, and one or two small lights like beans began to appear in the distant cottages, blinking timidly.

The rivers in the water town are as dense as cobwebs and round stone arch bridges as blisters after rain. Dandelion is holding small golden flowers, as if praising the spring in this water town.

The country road twists and turns, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, sometimes showing a little trace and sometimes disappearing. Rivers in my hometown crisscross and are as dense as cobwebs, which is called Venice of the East.

Goldfinches sing, jump and sometimes beat time, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village. The full moon is like a giant sky lantern, reflecting the mountain village like a transparent crystal world.

Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of umbrella-shaped acacia and sprinkles on the mud-walled yard in the mountain village. Smoke rises from the kitchen above the village, like a girl in white gauze dancing in the sunset, graceful.

The bustling street is crowded with people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.

When the wind passed, the manhole covers, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to be swept away by the wind, and all disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind blew harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.

This alley is like a snake, winding between a row of tall buildings and a residential area. There are no flowers or trees in the alley. It was dried up and covered with a thick layer of dust, just like a dry river.

The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are neat and deep, twists and turns. They are paved with jumping stones. In spring, there is no sand. You can wear cloth shoes without getting wet after taking a bath in summer. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack.

Colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. Bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, which makes people shine at the moment.

Looking from a distance along the avenue, the street lamp is very bright, like a dragon with no head before and no tail after. Street lights are on far and near. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl. Gradually, it became a bright silver ball.

The street lamps on both sides of the road are on, looking from a distance, like a long river, sparkling. Spherical street lamps, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; Get together, just like a bunch of grapes, with a ball lamp held high on each lamppost, like a blooming red lotus.

Two rows of bright street lamps stretching in the distance are like winding fire dragons. The street lamps in the distance cast a series of apertures, and snowflakes danced like fireflies in the light.

One or two listless lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person. The street lamps in the street flashed yellow and red lightning, like a pair of drunken red eyes, flashing at him.

The pavement is covered with jujube-sized stones, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon. A winding stone road, chicken intestines-like dishes in the mountain bay river.

On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, dotted like a flower snake. Cars of all styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, like a colorful river.

At night, tens of thousands of lights on Nanjing Road in Shanghai are brilliant, even the stars and the moon in the sky are eclipsed. The road runs from north to south, with pine and cypress trees planted on both sides.

5. Ancient poems describing rural scenery are mixed in four seasons. (1) Plums are golden and apricots are fat, while wheat and cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

The countryside is full of excitement in all seasons. (2) Farming in the field during the day and being numb at night, the children in the village are in charge. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Pass by my old friend Zhuang Menghaoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Traveling in Shanxi village, Song Luyou doesn't laugh at farm wine, and you can 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.

Xin Qiji lives in Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass beside the stream. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

6. Sentences describing country eaves. Rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance, houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery! Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world! A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! There are gorgeous tulips that attract countless lovers ... In the season when tulips are fragrant, the smiles of delicate girls are as fragrant as flowers ... There are faint lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses. What a pleasant and prosperous tulip field, with a burst of fragrance and windmills turning leisurely! Is this a dream? Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting! Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass. The surrounding green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... 1. Smoke rises above the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.

Behind the village is an endless mulberry field. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean. The mountains in the south are tall and lush.

Precious white pine, like Korean pine, is lush, tall and handsome, and will last forever. Pastoral scenery information: Rain comes to the world from the sky in a delicate, gentle, silent and even colorless way.

Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth. Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission? Intelligence is the other side.

How can such a light rain not make people excited? How to stop people staring at the window? When it's rainy and gray, the dry music in my heart is silent. Just like the original messy building in the sun, after the noise of fine dust was washed away by rain, it began to show its patchwork under the casual rendering of gray.

The white and gray buildings set off the boundless sky with grid lines. ? And the distant houses are blurred in the looming, covered with mysterious veil, shaking the uneven shadows of trees, conveying illusory beauty in the rain.

In the change of late autumn, blue and yellow also reduce the clarity and aggressiveness of a few inches of sunshine and increase the gentle whisper in the wind. Whether stupid or angry, it is the poet's deep affection.

In rural areas, even vegetables that have forgotten the season, with tender faces, began to sing green under the moisture of rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters.

? So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander on the pastoral path.

Throw away the diaphragm of the umbrella and have the closest contact with Xiaoyu. I didn't realize the change of season until the coolness penetrated my thin dress.

Life in the south is like this. I am often confused and break into a new season without the preparation of boundaries. But this is all right, so that many awakenings suddenly appear in their ignorant smiles, rather than being captured in the inexplicable sigh of seasonal changes.

It's raining slightly, although it's already called winter rain, but its unique breath is full of unspeakable tenderness. I like it to fall quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, and surround me with hidden sweetness with kisses.

A few strands of hair hanging over the shoulders gradually formed its transparent and hazy figure. Looking down at it, I imagined that I would become more beautiful because of it. The smile has flooded my lips and penetrated the cold in winter.

? When I smile, I will definitely think of you. It turns out that no matter whether the moonlight is like water or light rain, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist behind the village. Under the moisture of dew in the spring rain, mulberry trees have sprouted, and the whole mulberry garden is an endless ocean.

When I first came to the countryside, a charming scenery came into view, and I couldn't help crying: Oh, what a beautiful scenery! Lush trees stand tall and the mountains are winding and undulating. In the field, farmers' uncles are busy planting rice seedlings. At that moment, they became great painters, and the field was their picture scroll.

They draw their hearts on scrolls with the pen of nature. Although their paintings are not the most famous works of art in the world, they are the most beautiful masterpieces.

The golden fields are endless, and the small villages in the distance have become its best embellishment. The white clouds in the blue sky can't stop the gentle eyes of the sun, and the trees in twos and threes nod in the autumn wind, which is another bumper harvest year. The mountains in the south are tall and lush.

Precious white pine, like Korean pine, is lush, tall and handsome, and will last forever. Although rural people live in a small house, they always like to set up a melon rack in front of the house, or plant pumpkins or loofahs, so that those melons and vines can climb up the scaffolding and climb up the eaves.

When the flowers fall, the vines bear green and red melons, which are hung in front of the house, lined with long vines and green leaves. Green and red melons, green vines and leaves make up a unique and interesting decoration, which is much cuter than a pair of stone lions squatting in front of a tall building or two upright flagpoles.

7. Write a composition describing rural architecture. Thank you quickly. 1 Listening to the underwater sound, feeling the beautiful mountains, revealing a quiet majesty.

During the day, tourists come in an endless stream, and messy footsteps and laughter come from time to time at the foot of the mountain. At this time, the majesty of the mountain has also become amiable and approachable.

When the sunset glides over the shoulder of the mountain, people who have played all day are still sitting around with great interest and lighting a warm bonfire. At this time, the songs sung by the stream were faintly audible, and I was attracted away.

What a beautiful scenery. I sat on a piece of bluestone polished by gentle water by the stream, letting the gentle voice of the stream moisten my heart, and the softness and delicacy echoed in my heart.

The water swept the green velvety moss on grotesque rocks of different sizes. Quietly, the moonlight melts into the stream, as if everything in the universe is listening to this wonderful sound and feeling this beautiful scenery.

My thoughts drift with the tide. An unprecedented sadness and beauty, accompanied by the traces of years of weathering, is oozing my breath.

In the flashing silver waves, I suddenly forgot what kind of sound the stream made in what form, but enjoyed a feeling of devotion. The stream flows through my heart, and in each other's subtle Linxi, I have understood.

In such a wonderful scenery, the moon is drunk, the mountain is drunk, the water is drunk, and people are drunk. I looked at the clear water, and my heart was occupied by a mysterious emotion.

Everything is complicated and boring. I wonder if I can go with the flow at this moment and listen to and respond to the sounds of nature on the other side. If the sea is a big occasion for Confucianism to enter the WTO in order to rule the country and level the world, then this stream and the beautiful scenery in this mountain are the works of Taoism "to live without staying".

I am not a saint, and I can't understand its profundity and mystery, but I realize that all the noise and splendor will surely end in a kind of harmony and tranquility. A chill passed and I put my hand in my pocket.

At this point, the moon has risen into the air. I think, in the hurried journey of life, I will definitely come here again, listen to the sound of water, feel the beautiful scenery, let myself unconsciously integrate into the harmony of nature, whisper with the waves, and stand next to the sunset with the misty sound of water.

The moon is drunk, the mountain is drunk, the water is drunk, the scenery is drunk, and people are drunk. Drunk only for the beautiful scenery, people feel a lot of beautiful scenery.

Listen to the sound of water and feel the beautiful scenery. Familiar places are beautiful birds flying in the air, and the sky is the most familiar scenery during the flight; Fish swims on the bottom of the sea, and the sea is the most familiar scenery in its journey; Snail crawling on the ground, the shell is its inseparable home, but also its most familiar scenery.

So, where is my scenery? Is there a beautiful place where you live, study and rest every day? Or do you want me to overcome the difficulties of the road and wade across mountains and rivers to find bluer sky, clearer water, greener trees and redder flowers? Don't! Familiar places have beautiful scenery. You don't need to carry a heavy travel bag and drag your tired body for a long time. You only need to bring a pair of discerning eyes, and you will find the simplest, most pristine and most moving beautiful scenery in a place you are so familiar with.

Home is a place that everyone is familiar with, but we dare not say that we think home is also a beautiful scenery. At most, it is a harbor for rest and shelter from the wind, and what's more, it is a hotel for the night. If so, then you are an unqualified passenger and audience.

Perhaps, your memory and enthusiasm for home have been diluted in your busy work and heavy studies, but we have to admit that whenever we are in a foreign country, home is our haunted place. No wonder, Zhao Jun went to the fortress and died in the vast sand sea, but he could not forget the scenery of his hometown. Isn't it the best proof that the beautiful scenery is in the place you are familiar with but easy to forget? Maybe you are in a big city with developed transportation and high-rise buildings. You hate the surrounding environment and yearn for the idyllic scenery. You think the scenery there is beautiful. Maybe you live in a country with beautiful scenery, fresh air and flowers, but you yearn for the hustle and bustle of the city and are tired of simple life.

However, even if you really go to your dream place, can you really find yourself always looking forward to the scenery without complaining? In fact, as long as you really know how to appreciate the scenery, when can't you enjoy the beautiful scenery? Don't stage the tragedy of looking for beautiful scenery in a strange place but losing the most familiar scenery! "A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it" is not what we want to pursue. I'm afraid plain is true, and I have opinions in my heart, not opinions! Familiar land-the scenery here is unique! 3 intentions, new scenery. There is such a little poem: "Have you ever noticed the children's laughter on the merry-go-round? Did you notice the rain hitting the ground? Have you ever heard the wind whispering in the forest? Have you ever seen the sunset? When you are in a hurry, life is like an unopened gift.

People are always chasing the scenery in front of them, always looking for one novelty after another. Sweat dripping in a hurry blurred the vision.

They didn't see the surrounding scenery. Familiar places have scenery, which can last for a long time, only care about your attention.

It is easiest to miss the scenery of life in busy days. Sitting at my desk all day, frustrated and frustrated, my heart is bound, not to mention freeing up some leisure space to explore the beauty around me.

At this time, as long as you relax, there will be new discoveries-when you see that the hot soup served by your mother is cold, you will think of the silver hair on his temples; When you walk out of the balcony, the lights in the night sky are like stars all over the sky, and the warmth of the stars is intoxicating; You hear melodious piano music coming from next door, but at ordinary times, you just think it's the noise of sawing machine feet ... So many beautiful and happy things were born in ordinary places, why didn't we find them on weekdays? Get rid of the heavy burden, shift the line of sight of the soul, and there will be surprises and feelings of "suddenly looking back". Lev? Tolstoy once said, "I don't have everything I love, but everything I have is what I love."

Maybe what we lack is everything around us, the heart that loves everything we have, so that we lose the scenery in familiar places. We were so busy choosing distant stars that we forgot to take a look.