Write beautiful poems

This poem about beautiful scenery is as follows:

1, an autumn night in the mountains, Tang, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

2, "Autumn Nightingale" Tang Guijiao was born with a slight autumn dew, light and thin, and did not change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

3, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Li Bai's bright moon hangs high in the capital, and all the hammers are smashed. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Write beautiful sentences as follows:

1, step by step, stop halfway up the mountain, watch the ropeway pass through the mountain, people come and go, how the Yungu ropeway crosses Yungu! Imagine, in the air, overlooking the mountains at an altitude of 1000 meters, never boarding the plane, my heart is already pounding.

2. Two beams of sunshine pass through the room, just like two transparent gold belts with a little dust shining inside.

If there is still a trace of spring in this world, it must be colorful Yunnan. Beautiful Kunming, soft Old Town of Lijiang, eternal and quiet Shangri-La, distant Dali.

The stream in the canyon really seems to have wings, flying to the top of the mountain, turning into thousands of watering pots and watering a crop.

5. The scorching sun is in the sky, and on both sides of the road, mature grains are bent down by the sun.

It seems that the moon flinched in front of that light. The light is getting pink and brighter. The happy world after a night's sleep woke up.

7. The green water of the West Lake is worry-free, because the wind wrinkles the face. When a refreshing breeze blows, ripples appear on the lake, and weeping willows dance on the stone embankment, showing off its charming and heroic posture.

Although the willow has passed the most vigorous spring, it is no longer as lush as before, but it is graceful and mature, and the delicate willow has become more delicious. The slender wicker crossed the clear lake, covered with glittering and translucent water drops, and reflected on the lake, making the lake green, like a jade lake running eastward.