Good words and phrases for night ships

1. Poems about ships sailing at night 1. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu, the bell of the passenger ship rang at midnight.

-"Night Sleeping Near Fengqiao" Don Zhang Ji

2. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups in the hope of drinking-but, alas, there is no music.

-"Pipa" Don Bai Juyi

I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach.

-"Langtaosha" Tang Bai Juyi

The waves in Quchi Lake are still frozen in the evening, and the grass is not green enough to welcome the boat.

-"Throwing the Ball" Don Feng Yansi

The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern is screaming.

-"The city is full of meaning" Tang Du Fu

6. A horse is braying on the river bank. A boat passed by and people gathered among the willows to wait for the ferry.

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2. Good words in Wu Pengchuan The good words in Wu Pengchuan are nostalgia for local customs. Very interesting, funny, tough and durable. It's fun to have a boat If you are sleepy, it is boring and interesting. If the dog crows, you can move freely. Be careful of the good sentences in Wu Peng's boat. The tent is semi-circular, woven with bamboo pieces, with bamboo poles in the middle, coated with black oil and fixed on two doors.

The bow of the boat looks like a tiger, but it seems to be smiling. It is quite funny and not terrible, except for the white boat. The boat is really a gondola. You sit in the bottom seat, and the top of the canopy is two or three inches away from your head. You can put your hands on the left and right sides of the boat with your hands exposed.

On this kind of boat, it's like sitting on water. When you are near the beach, the soil will be close to your eyes and nose. Moreover, in case of wind and waves, or sitting carelessly, the boat will turn upside down, which is dangerous, but it is also quite fun, which is the characteristic of the water town. Sitting on a boat, you should have the mentality of traveling. Look around. Mountains, Ubuntu on the shore, red and white ruins on the river, fishermen and various bridges can be seen everywhere. When you are sleepy, sleep in the cabin and take out your essays, or make a bowl of green tea to drink.

Sleeping in the cabin at night, listening to the sound of water sculling, the greeting of ships coming and going, the barking of dogs in the country and the crowing of chickens are also very interesting. Zi Rongjun, Zhou Zuoren of Wupengchuan: I received a personal letter, knowing that you are going to my hometown. Let me give you some advice.

To tell the truth, the hometown I really miss is not there; But because I grew up there and lived there for more than ten years, I know a little about the situation there, so I write this letter to tell you. What I want to tell you is not the local customs there, but you will understand when you go. There is no need to say it.

What I want to say is a very interesting thing. This is a ship. You usually take rickshaws, trams or cars in your hometown, but there are none in my hometown. Except in the city or in the mountains, you usually take a boat instead of walking.

There are two kinds of boats. Generally, they are "Wu Peng boats", and those with white tents are mostly used for sailing. It's also interesting to go to Xiling by night flight, but it's always inconvenient for you to take it, so I won't say it. The big covered boat is "Symenngoa", and the small one is rowing with its feet (reading uoa), also called a boat.

But the most suitable is the middle "three roads", which is Sanming tile. The awning is semi-circular, made of bamboo pieces with bamboo poles in the middle and coated with black oil. There is a sunshade between the two "fixed awnings", which is also semi-circular and wooden, with small fish scales embedded in it, about one inch in diameter, quite transparent, slightly like glass, tough and durable. This is called Mingwa.

Sanmingwa, that is, there are two in the cabin, and there is Aminwa in the back cabin. There are about two oars at the stern and bamboo poles at the bow to book a boat.

The bow of the boat looks like a tiger, but it seems to be smiling. It is quite funny and not terrible, except for the white boat. The height of three canopies allows you to stand upright, the cabin width allows you to put down an square table, and four people can play horses-I'm afraid you have learned this, too? The boat is really a gondola. You sit in the bottom seat, and the top of the canopy is two or three inches away from your head. You can put your hands on the left and right sides of the boat with your hands exposed.

On this kind of boat, it's like sitting on water. When you are near the beach, the soil will be close to your eyes and nose. Moreover, in case of wind and waves, or sitting carelessly, the boat will turn upside down, which is dangerous, but it is also quite fun, which is the characteristic of the water town. But you don't have to go there. You'd better take those three boats.

Going out by boat, you can't be as anxious as a tram, and you can look forward to it at once. If you leave the city and walk 30 or 40 miles (the mileage in our place is very short, only one-third of a mile), you always have to prepare for a day's journey back and forth.

Sitting on a boat, you should have the mentality of traveling. Look around. Mountains, Ubuntu on the shore, red and white ruins on the river, fishermen and various bridges can be seen everywhere. When you are sleepy, sleep in the cabin and take out your essays, or make a bowl of green tea to drink. I like the Jianhu area outside the side door, with Hejiachi and pot tendons close at hand, or riding a donkey to visit Lanting in Lougong Port (but I advise you to walk or ride a donkey or it's not suitable for you). It's also quite interesting to go into the city at dusk and hang up the East Gate of Li Xue.

If the journey is not calm, you can sail to Hangzhou in the afternoon. The scenery at dusk is the best, but unfortunately I forgot the names of these places. Sleeping in the cabin at night, listening to the sound of water sculling, the greeting of ships coming and going, the barking of dogs in the country and the crowing of chickens are also very interesting.

Renting a boat to go to the countryside to see the temple fair drama can let you know the real interest of China's old dramas. You can move freely on the boat, watch if you want, sleep if you want, and drink if you want. I think it can also be regarded as an ideal way to enjoy eating and drinking. Unfortunately, these plays and receptions were banned after the reform. Middle-class imbeciles should not build "sea-style" theaters in places like cloth halls. Please buy tickets to see the cat and children play in Shanghai.

You can't go to these places. I'm afraid no one knows you when you come to my hometown. I'm sorry and disappointed, because I'm teaching, so I can't play with you, take a night flight and chat.

Mr. and Mrs. Chuan Dao are at the foot of the mountain now. They could have introduced you, but I'm afraid they had already left their hometown when you arrived. Be kind to yourself and cherish yourself at the beginning of a cold.

15 years 1 1 month 18 night, I was in Beijing.

3. The time when the good words and sentences of the cultural journey entered the "sea of books" (several months)

Title author

Main contents (about 300 words):

Excerpts from good words and sentences (focusing on four-word phrases and philosophical sentences)

Reading experience (about 500 words, you can talk about language characteristics, character personality, writing characteristics, life feelings 1.

Good sentences:

1 night boat, a boat in the hearts of children in mountain villages, a boat in need of help from a broken hometown, a boat bet by young adventurers, and a boat with smooth culture.

I don't think this kind of cause and effect can add any color to me, because I have always believed that life is not a race in which you win and I lose, but more like a relay race in the wilderness. Who runs slower and slower is probably caused by the environment and climate. If I encounter so many steep slopes like him, I may be slower than him. He showed me, so his strength was at my feet. There is only a mutual relationship here, and there is no transcendence or transcendence.

I squinted at the window. My eyes turned out to be a row of silver snow ridges. It snowed all night last night, fell into my dreamless sleep, fell into the ravine of years, so full and thorough.

Walking into the study is like walking into a long history, having a bird's-eye view of the vast world and roaming among countless twinkling stars of wisdom. I suddenly became smaller and bigger, and learning became a ritual, running through the ups and downs of life.

We can't dirty our daily utensils because the bronze tripod rusts.

This is a combination of life. When the natural life of the book buyer disappears, these books become a kind of existence like ashes, or become a group of poor tramps.

Just as home cooking is not suitable for ostentation and extravagance, a wet nurse who can snuggle her children is not suitable for makeup. The West Lake is too ostentatious and the makeup is too fine, which makes people unable to settle down for a long time.

It has accumulated too many dynasties, so there are no dynasties. It gathered too many directions, so it lost its direction. It moves towards abstraction and illusion, and it is as grand and ethereal as a well-prepared exposition. (West Lake Dream)

I can't read the couplets handed down from ancient times any more, only the couplets on the colonnade.

I can't find a more generous grudge, only a few pavilions to mourn and rest.

I don't expect the tremor of history any more, but I am in awe of the eternal lakes and mountains.

10 the perfect construction of the study is always in the late years of scholars, so the life of the study is very short.

1 1 ... can completely pour the angry flood on him. However, he is too humble, too small, too ignorant, and the biggest dumping is nothing more than casting pearls before swine for an indifferent expression. (tower)

12 The torch can already be lit in this cave, but people often trample it out outside the cave, turning the vast world into a black hole, and there is no way to find it for many years. Numerous miracles have been created, and ingenious sins are outrageous. The grand world often becomes an island, and the noisy life is sometimes even more deserted than a cave. (Bai Liandong)

Good words:

transient

Sweat profusely (because of fear or physical exertion)

Rattan and kudzu vine are like beards.

Pure originality, we also assign such homework.

4. Good words and sentences of cultural journey, and good words should be idioms and sentences:

1 night boat, a boat in the hearts of children in mountain villages, a boat in need of help from a broken hometown, a boat bet by young adventurers, and a boat with smooth culture.

I don't think this kind of cause and effect can add any color to me, because I have always believed that life is not a race in which you win and I lose, but more like a relay race in the wilderness. Who runs slower and slower is probably caused by the environment and climate. If I encounter so many steep slopes like him, I may be slower than him. He showed me, so his strength was at my feet. There is only a mutual relationship here, and there is no transcendence or transcendence.

I squinted at the window. My eyes turned out to be a row of silver snow ridges. It snowed all night last night, fell into my dreamless sleep, fell into the ravine of years, so full and thorough.

Walking into the study is like walking into a long history, having a bird's-eye view of the vast world and roaming among countless twinkling stars of wisdom. I suddenly became smaller and bigger, and learning became a ritual, running through the ups and downs of life.

We can't dirty our daily utensils because the bronze tripod rusts.

This is a combination of life. When the natural life of the book buyer disappears, these books become a kind of existence like ashes, or become a group of poor tramps.

Good words: fleeting, sunset, camping, casting pearls before swine, magnificent,

Life is endless, dazzling, stumbling, singing and dancing, and mountains are heavy.

The morning bells and drums are earth-shattering, and the three emperors and five emperors are unparalleled and thrilling.

I'm so tired. It took me a long time to find it. It is 55555. Give it to me.

5. Good words, sentences and paragraphs in Melancholy Ranch, Straw House and Cultural Journey. The good words and sentences in The Straw House are like red flowers, full of excitement and sweat. It was an August morning in 196 1 2008. The autumn wind started and the summer heat had gone. A teenager named 14 boarded the oil.

He sat on the roof and Yau Ma Tei Primary School jumped into his eyes for the first time. The white clouds in autumn, as gentle as floc, are drifting away, and the dead leaves of Indus are falling in the autumn wind.

The boy sang sang suddenly felt that he was going to cry, so he sobbed quietly. Tomorrow morning, a big wooden boat will leave here with him and his family before he wakes up in Yau Ma Tei-he will bid farewell to this golden thatched cottage that accompanies him day and night forever ... 1. The white dove hovers in the sky, which was the best autumn sunshine at that time. When the dove glides across the sky, the sky is full of charming white light.

These little guys, after meeting strangers, have the desire to perform, spread their wings and glide gracefully in the air or dive, soar and shuttle in groups. He looked at the sky, which was as clean as water.

The moon seems to be still, fluttering ... In the moonlight, Sang Sang saw Jiang Yilun and the white finch in the distance. Jiang once leaned against an admonition tree and used the most beautiful posture.

The white finch sat there. White finch didn't dare to look at Jiang Yilun, chin cupped in his hands, slightly upturned head, looking at the sky.

The moon shines on the top of the reed flower, as if to gently surround Jiang Yilun and the white finch in a dream world. 3. When Sancho walked into the campus with Sang Sang on her back and stepping on soft straw, Sang Sang saw the paper moon standing under the buttonwood tree: her hair had been wet by the rain, some of it was stuck on her forehead, and glistening raindrops were dripping on her thin chin.

The river is outside the window. Sang Sang sat by the window, eating lotus roots and looking out of the window.

There is a telephone pole on the shore with a lamp on it. Mulberry saw the rain in the light, fell into the river obliquely, and saw the small blisters illuminated by the light and beaten out by the rain.

He seems to be eating lotus root, but after eating it for a long time, the lotus root is still the same. Wen Youju can sing, and her voice is soft and distant, which contains both sadness and a trembling spirit and resilience.

This is a small red mud stove, which looks very small.

At this time, charcoal burns very vigorously. From the gap under the medicine pot, you can see the charcoal ball, which is as bright as egg yolk, and the furnace wall seems to be burnt into golden yellow flowing mud paste. 6. The black crock standing on the stove looks rustic, but it looks elegant and simple. The spout is well bent and the handle is chic.

The medicine has boiled. The lid is half open, and the steam pushes the lid to make it bounce rhythmically on the spout.

Steam plumes up into the air, and then gradually disappears in the whole cabin, making the cabin filled with a refreshing medicinal fragrance. 7. A large mulberry field.

The endless mulberry leaves are lush, and before entering the door, I can smell the unique fragrance of mulberry leaves far away. Without a breath of wind, mulberry trees seem to be still.

8. Sang Sang looked at those thatched cottages, and in the dim tears, they turned into a big piece of gold. Pigeons seem to know that their master will leave them forever tomorrow morning and hover in the air.

Finally, they held each other head to head, as if forming a huge white wreath, spinning around the mulberry tree. In Sang Sang's ears, it is the sweet sound of pigeon feathers flying across the sky.

His eyes kept flashing metallic white light. 196 1 this morning in August, many adults and children in Yau Ma Tei saw a huge rotating white wreath in the air ... There are many good words and sentences in the first chapter describing the use of straw houses! Wherever I go, there is always a heavy historical pressure hanging over my whole body, which makes me inexplicably moved and sighed.

I often stand like a fool, sometimes full of chapters and sentences, sometimes full of blanks. I stand in the direction that the ancients must have stood, looking at the natural landscape that rarely changes with black eyes similar to those of my ancestors, and listening to the sounds of the wind and birds that are no different from those of thousands of years ago. I thought that there were many libraries collecting ancient books and universities teaching ancient culture in the big city where I lived, but the real pace of China culture fell on this vast and desolate land.

The earth is silent, as long as one or two shrewd literati come forward, its long-standing cultural connotation will be vigorously rushed out; Scholars are also weak. As long as you are wrapped in this rush, you can breathe for thousands of years. So, in this seemingly ordinary moment of benevolence, people, history and nature blend together, so I have the impulse to write articles.

I have expected that what I am going to write will be some strange articles with no unified style and no genre. Unexpectedly, I traveled to regain my youthful vitality, but when I put pen to paper, it looked older than any article I had written in the past.

& gt In such a big China, there are more than a few volumes of scriptures! Compared with the scene ruined by a lot of officials, I sometimes even want to say cruelly: I'd rather leave it in the London Museum! This sentence is not very comfortable after all. Where should the motorcade stopped by me go? It's hard here and there, so I can only let it stay in the desert and cry.

& gt I still can't remember what I saw during the day. I only remember that the first thing I saw was a strong blue-brown water flow, which should be the remains of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The color is thick and steady as three-dimensional, and the brushwork is heroic as a halberd. At that time, there were many stories, and many northern brave men galloped on the battlefield. Toughness and suffering merge and flow to the cave walls of grottoes.

While the craftsmen were painting these caves, Tao Yuanming in the south was drinking at his dilapidated home. I don't know what kind of wine Tao Yuanming is drinking. There is no doubt that the spirit is wandering here, and there is no fragrant smell. It's just a kind of power that can make people crazy and draw a sword to help.

It's a little cold here, a little wild, even a little.

6. The appreciation of the cultural tour of Tibetan springs in the sand plain is everywhere, and there is always a heavy historical pressure hanging over my whole body, which makes me inexplicably moved and sighed.

I often stand like a fool, sometimes full of chapters and sentences, sometimes full of blanks. I stand in the direction that the ancients must have stood, looking at the natural landscape that rarely changes with black eyes similar to those of my ancestors, and listening to the sounds of the wind and birds that are no different from those of thousands of years ago. I thought that there were many libraries collecting ancient books and universities teaching ancient culture in the big city where I lived, but the real pace of China culture fell on this vast and desolate land.

The earth is silent, as long as one or two shrewd literati come forward, its long-standing cultural connotation will be vigorously rushed out; Scholars are also weak. As long as you are wrapped in this rush, you can breathe for thousands of years. So, in this seemingly ordinary moment of benevolence, people, history and nature blend together, so I have the impulse to write articles.

I have expected that what I am going to write will be some strange articles with no unified style and no genre. Unexpectedly, I traveled to regain my youthful vitality, but when I put pen to paper, it looked older than any article I had written in the past.

& gt In such a big China, there are more than a few volumes of scriptures! Compared with the scene ruined by a lot of officials, I sometimes even want to say cruelly: I'd rather leave it in the London Museum! This sentence is not very comfortable after all. Where should the motorcade stopped by me go? It's hard here and there, so I can only let it stay in the desert and cry.

& gt I still can't remember what I saw during the day. I only remember that the first thing I saw was a strong blue-brown water flow, which should be the remains of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The color is thick and steady as three-dimensional, and the brushwork is heroic as a halberd. At that time, there were many stories, and many northern brave men galloped on the battlefield. Toughness and suffering merge and flow to the cave walls of grottoes.

While the craftsmen were painting these caves, Tao Yuanming in the south was drinking at his dilapidated home. I don't know what kind of wine Tao Yuanming is drinking. There is no doubt that the spirit is wandering here, and there is no fragrant smell. It's just a kind of power that can make people crazy and draw a sword to help.

It's a little cold, a little wild and even a little cruel here. "Mogao Grottoes" I walked blankly in the endless grave, and Eliot's "Wasteland" emerged in my heart.

This is the wasteland of China history: like the horseshoe of rain, like the cry of thunder, like the blood of notes. The loving mother in the Central Plains has white hair, the spring boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River is far away, and the children in Hunan cry at night.

Farewell to my hometown in Liu Yin, the general glared at me and hunted military flags in the north wind. With a puff of smoke, another puff of smoke drifted away.

I believe that the deceased, such as husband, are facing the enemy lines in northern Shuobei; I believe that they really want to look back at the last minute and take a look at the familiar land. As a result, they twisted down and became sand piles.

"Yangguan Snow" is a vast desert with surging water, which is unparalleled in the world. Only such a bay in the desert, such a quiet place in the sand, such a desolate scene and such a fall behind a high slope can win the rhythm of heaven and earth, and the ingenuity of nature is intoxicating.

In this way, we can infer life, the world and history. Give calm to floating noise, clear to fanaticism, dull to high dance and bright to surge.

Only in this way can life be wise, the world exquisite and history fascinating. However, people are used to all kinds of one-way exaggeration every day.

Even the god of nature is crude and crude, too lazy to adjust it carefully, which makes people suffer greatly in the world. "Hidden Springs in the Sand Garden" is better to be quiet. Since Liu Zongyuan, it has been very quiet here.

Kyoto is too noisy, and Kyushu students who have been facing the wall for ten years are eager for this noise. As a result, the full economy was pounded by the hoof of the wheel, and the crisp and bright cry filled the generous heart.

Only here can the glory of literature and art be extracted from Bao Chao's memorial, re-condensed into a soul and become profound. They suddenly woke up, and they were full of tension and energy. They confronted the temple and argued with historians, leaving different voices for Emperor Pu. Generations of literati, thus increasing 10% pride and 3% confidence.

Civilization in Washington will not be completely dark. The imperial court never imagined that it was the royal approval sent to the southern wilderness that enlightened the national spirit.

All right, just stand there stubbornly. Tomorrow.

Maybe the day after tomorrow, some tourists and some teenagers will point to these inscriptions. The landscape of Liu Hou Temple is still there, and the historical sites are still there. It seems that the spirit and soul have a little reservation.

Last time I went to Suzhou, I revisited Hanshan Temple and bumped into several bells. I thought of Qu Yuan because of the poem tablet inscribed by Yu Yue. Quyuan Park is newly opened. Thanks to Mr. Pingbo and other descendants for their donations, the original appearance is suitable for people.

Qu Yuan is located in a narrow alley. Because of the existence of this common gate, Suzhou once became an important place for Chinese studies in the late Qing Dynasty. Suzhou was quiet at that time, but there were countless heavy souls hidden in countless alleys and cracks.

It is these souls that have accumulated long-term stubbornness for thousands of years, which has kept Suzhou's core of charm. The white-haired Suzhou night boat has always been a symbol of the long journey in the southern water town of China.

My hometown is surrounded by mountains and very closed, but there is a river passing quietly. Every night, I can always hear Benedict's voice from the river. This is a night ship. When the boatman saw the house on the shore, he knocked on the ship's side with a wooden stick to summon the guests who were ready to travel.

The villagers are used to hearing this voice every night, but in the end, perhaps the days around them are really good, or perhaps the waves of fantasy suddenly roll up in their stupid minds, and this Benedict voice has produced great temptation. I don't know which day, they had a slightly sumptuous dinner, packed their simple bags early, and sat under the flashing oil lamp with their wife and children waiting for Benedict's voice.

Shui Han, the "Night Boat", bit his bone and trembled all over. First cut off those reeds, the most beautiful reeds in the world, those reeds that can't live without Taihu Lake.

The reed roots left at the bottom of the lake are as sharp as halberds, and most people's feet are bleeding. Turbid crimson whirlpools roll in the lake, just like Taihu Lake is bleeding.

Digging into thoughts, clearing up doubts, sorting out clues, and prioritizing, the meals cooked by the cookhouse squad began to have a surplus every day. Several small groups were cleared out, and at the meeting, the speaker's tone became more and more intense.

We'll talk about it later.

7. Excerpts from good words and sentences in Gong Peng's case. For the first time, Gong Peng approved Lu Yu to visit Lijiang Temple in Sanhe County privately.

1. Good sentence: Since Emperor Kangxi ascended the throne, the rivers and seas are clear, the crops are abundant, the people are happy, the country is prosperous and the people are safe.

Good words: Heqing Haiyan, the grain is abundant, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

2. Good sentences: After crossing Zhangjiawan, I visited the entrance of Lijiang Temple. There were many merchants who rushed to the scene, and there were many people around them, including circus performers, jugglers, book singers, doctors, astrologers, people with various religions.

Good words: gongs and drums are loud, three religions and nine streams.

3. Princess Peng and his servant followed them, only to see a young woman coming from the opposite side, about twenty years old, six feet long, with a polished oil head, several red gold hairpin rings, a begonia flower obliquely inserted, a gold ring in her ear, a face like peach blossom, eyebrows like almond eyes and teeth like white lips.

Good words: face like peach blossom, eyebrows like almond eyes, white teeth and red lips.

I'm exhausted, Ben

8. A good word from Xiaobaizhou 1. When the stars came back in droves and all the night scenes disappeared, the moth flew away. The rice-grass-grass man looked at the rice leaf carefully, and sure enough, the tip of the leaf rolled up and there were many moths on it.

The night is getting darker and darker, even the stars feel dim.

The green grass is covered with dew, which looks like a fairy's clothes and is dazzling.

The water surface is covered with blue duckweed leaves, and the yellow duckweed flowers stand like water lilies in tropical areas.

The girl holds the rudder and puts her hand on the tiller, like an old boatman. I saw the scenery on both sides of the strait retreating rapidly, and the small white boat flew forward on the stream like a flying fish.

6. The sails are full of wind, like Maitreya's belly.

7. Strong winds will always stop, just as huge waves will always subside.

8. Fragrance is good, and flowers are a good sign.

9. He looked up and saw the angry face of the king. His eyes seemed to shoot fire, and his two beards were like spear heads.

10, how beautiful a cluster of Tang Di flowers under the willow tree is, as if the stars in the sky are shining. Back to the naughty wind, Tang Dihua shook his waist shyly. The wind is interesting, pushing and shaking, and it will never stop.

1 1. The flowers on the archway seem to be smiling and shaking gently. It seems that the flowers also know that they are here to meet their guests.