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Poems about the floodplain

1. Poem about praising Luohe Beach (urgent, answer within 5 hours at most, otherwise the question will cross Luohe immediately. There is a famous bridge called Tianjin Bridge. It is like a Wolong, spanning the north and south of the Luohe River. Whenever the bright moon hangs high, the moonlight shines on the river, which makes people intoxicated. Shao Yong once praised in a poem: "Look at the flowers in Los Angeles in spring." I often go to Tianjin Bridge for fun, look up at Bai Yue and listen to the surging water. One night during the reign of Zhiping, Shao Yong and his son Bo Wen came to Tianjin to enjoy the moon. Just when I was forgetful, an ominous wind suddenly blew and I looked up at the sky. Dark clouds covered the moon. Soon, the cuckoo's cry came from the clouds. This cuckoo is not as beautiful as a lark. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "cuckoo drops blood", saying that it is cuckoo's song, and its voice is sad. It's heartbreaking, even the running water of the Rona River seems to be sobbing. Shao Yong a look, frowning, worried. Bowen asked, "Father, why are you so heavy?" Shao Yong said, "The cuckoo is a bird of the south. Luoyang didn't use to. If it comes today, the world will be in chaos! " "Why?" Bowen asked incredulously. Shao Yong said: "In the Spring and Autumn Annals, it is said that when a six-stork (a kind of waterfowl mentioned in ancient books) retreats, a thrush (that is, a starling) comes to the nest, which makes him angry." Birds and other birds took the lead in the weather. Now cuckoo flies to the north, which indicates that the earth and air will go from south to north. "Bowen asked again," The earth and the air. Shao Yong said: "According to past experience, the world will be ruled, with the atmosphere from north to south and chaos from south to north. A few years later, I will be in great trouble. " Bowen asked anxiously, "So where can we avoid chaos?" Shao Yong told him: "Chaos can be avoided in Shu." At the end of Xuanhe, Bo Wen led his family to move to West Shu and escaped the invasion of the State of Jin to the south. Later generations said, "Shao Kangjie heard of Juan and knew that there would be chaos in the world.

2. About describing the beautiful scenery of the river beach, the river beach in my hometown _500 words _ composition

"Let's row, and the boat will add fuel to the flames ..." Singing this song "Let's row" reminds me of the time when I used to play on the small river beach in my hometown when I was a child.

On the small river beach in my hometown, there are many pebbles large and small, some as big as goose eggs, some as small and exquisite as bird eggs, some as petite and smooth as polished, and some as lovely and rough as conglomerate. I often use these pebbles to build beautiful castles, which is very interesting. But this is not the most attractive place. The most attractive place is the small lake.

On weekdays, the lake is as green as jade and as quiet as a mirror. When it rains, the lake has a beautiful jade-like texture. The drizzle rippled on the lake, covering it with gauze. This is really picturesque and dreamlike. !

The beach in the sunset is more beautiful. A little afterglow sprinkled on pebbles, like gold all over the ground. Xia Guang reflected the lake in gold, red, orange, rosewood and pure blue, which was very beautiful. Whenever this happens, I can't help but put my feet into the golden water, which is cool and comfortable.

At night, the river is neither black nor bright. Energy-saving lamps wrapped around branches emit silver faint light, which should be described in one word, that is, "beauty", "true beauty" and "beauty"!

This is my yearning for the beach, and this is also the happiest, most beautiful and innocent childhood in my life. (composition network)

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3. The poem about rivers is 1. White "Wei Jun Biefu Journey to the North" is followed by praise of Furong.

Ice water, like jasper, is busy day and night. Brothels were built on both sides of the strait, and thousands of families sang and laughed.

The world calls this a proud capital, and tourists often meet heroes. Du Fu's "Washing the Soldiers and Horses (After Beijing)" Tian Jia looks forward to the rain, and the cuckoo urges the spring to plant everywhere.

The athletes on Qi are lazy, and the women in the south of the city are worried about their dreams. Andrew's brave men have defended the Tianhe River, so the armor washer is not needed.

I can't see how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea in Li Bai's Into the Wine in the Tang Dynasty and never came back. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

One of Wang Zhihuan's two Liangzhou Ci poems is that the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and the lonely city is Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

4. Poem 1 describes reeds, and talks at night in Nanchi in the same year as Hou.

Author: Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty

Reed is pruned at dusk, and birds in the stream go fishing.

The dew is cool, the flowers are gathering in the evening, and the wind is quiet and bamboo contains autumn.

The slender figure of reeds stood in the dusk, and the poultry in the stream got on the fishing boat one after another. In the evening, the dew is cool and the flowers converge their petals. The wind is still, and bamboo smells of autumn.

2. "Send Geng Chu Shi"

Author: Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty

Autumn in Chuanyuan Garden is very quiet, and reeds sing in the evening breeze.

In autumn, the mountains and grasslands look quiet, and reeds sing happily in the evening breeze.

3. "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

Author: Su Shi in Song Dynasty

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.

4. Eight Ships Entering Kuangshan in Late Autumn

Author: Guan Xiu in Tang Dynasty

Deep in the reed flowers, the fishing songs are long.

Although the heart recalls the past, the sails are like floating Hunan.

From the depths of the reed flowers on the river came the melodious fishing songs of fishermen. Although people are still thinking about the land of wuyue, the sails have set sail on the Xiangjiang River without nostalgia.

5. Walking among the reeds

Author: Song Author: Peng

The reed rustles in the evening wind, and the captain is painted in the rain.

Living is boring, but it's good to have an old fishing tube by the stream.

A misty evening breeze blew from the reed forest, and the boat was picturesque in the rain reed forest. I'm tired of the Jianghu things in my life and I'm fishing leisurely by the river.

6. "Send the German teacher from East Zhejiang to the West in the Imperial Palace"

Author: Zhang Ben in Tang Dynasty

The willows are gradually thinning the reeds, and I will send you home on a poor day.

Interpretation: The willow leaves are gradually falling, and the reeds are white. I'll send you back at sunset in the evening.

5. The sentence describing the beach is 1. Watch the sea on the fine sand! The morning breeze is refreshing and pleasant; Seafood is tempted to enter the nose.

White waves are rolling across the world, rolling in and rolling up. It's really powerful. Scattered islands make people daydream endlessly; Yacht shuttle arouses tourists' emotions.

2. The bright sun in the high sky enthusiastically sprinkled golden light to show friendly respect to the soldiers; The waves of the sea are more and more jubilant and jumping, rushing to the shore playfully, trying to kiss these iron men who protect the country and defend the country; Gloomy coastal shelterbelts, elegant and chic beach villas and golden and soft beaches have brought unspeakable joy to our amiable and lovely soldiers. 3. Wandering on the golden beach, the blue waves are boundless and the sea is crowded with people. The scenery in front of you will undoubtedly melt you into the embrace of the sea and make you intoxicated in the realm of ecstasy.

Even if you get a suit of sand and a wave rolls over, the sand will be washed away in an instant, which is refreshing. I don't know how many years have passed, but the beach is a little thin and hasn't changed much.

The sunshine here is still very gentle; Birds foraging on the beach are still so calm and unfocused; The cool sea water is still as open-minded as ever-like clean, but also good at hiding evil people. Its persistence, tepid, has been preserved for countless centuries! On the white sand beach, the home of the little blue crab is built on the wetland washed by the sea. Behind the thin windowsill, they let their eyes explore the world. They look at tourists coming and going from them with surprise and shyness, with laughter and crying, with joy and death, while their own days are quiet, auspicious and healthy.

6. On the white beach, the white color of coral or pearl shell is discarded at will, which is fine and dazzling. Coconut trees and mangroves always want to stretch their shadows longer so as to get close to those vast seas. Their innocence and simplicity bring tranquility and imagination to the beach-in the embrace of the sea where water meets sky, everyone can have a life like a cowherd and a weaver girl.

7. This beautiful beach is located at the edge of Taiwan Province Strait at the mouth of Minjiang River. Long-term waves have washed the sand grains in Huang Cancan into smooth and delicate skin, the wind is flowing, and the mysterious water in the changing mountains is swaying, practicing various changes here! From the moment I set foot on the beach, vastness is my mind. Without any distractions, I let go of all the trivialities around me, just like this empty whiteness and unspeakable beauty.

After thousands of years of screening, the beach is particularly soft and moist, and the waves come quietly and recede quietly. There are several vague figures scattered on the beach, some chasing each other, some whispering, some lying on the beach, all enjoying this wonderful time.

8. At night, the beach shines with hazy white light. There is a damp wind flowing on the beach.

In the stream, clear spray came from time to time; In the forest protecting the river, occasionally one or two nightingales and cicadas are disturbed and their voices are hoarse. On the long beach, piles of people are enjoying the cool.

Or talk about farming; Or anecdotes passing by; Or "Elvis Presley" with a strong accent; Or play the piano, sing a minor of hometown Lu Opera-"March 3rd in Tomb-Sweeping Day" ... sunshine, beach, waves, old captain. This is the yearning for the beach and the sea when I was a child. With the growth of age, these longings have become memories.

9. It is said to be a beach, but it should actually be called a river beach. After renovation, the floodplain has become flat, orderly, natural and quiet.

After the previous indiscriminate excavation and mining, the dilapidated scene of tunnels, traps and chaos is gone forever. Unfortunately, there are also continuous beaches, and fine sand is connected with water. Is seamless beauty a mirage? Stepping barefoot on the beach, running around, splashing water everywhere, forgetting that your situation is gone forever? Without the endless beach, the vast river beach gives people an empty feeling, and it always seems that something is missing. Fortunately, the beach is covered with pebbles, large and small, white and clean, strewn at random, water and stone are interdependent, and sand and stone are integrated, which is also a unique landscape.

10, a childish call on the beach. A group of naked children, naked with their own desires, desperately chasing and running towards the distance.

Gold seems to be jumping and running, and it seems that it will never catch up. Until I was too tired to run, I dug a hole in the beach and the stream slowly dipped into it. At first it was turbid, then it was clear, and there were few things, so a pool of sweet water would rise.

We bowed our heads and drank happily. When digging a sandpit, the sand left on your hand shines like gold.

It turned out that the flash was just some mica chips. 1 1, the beach, a small corner of the universe.

I don't want to say it's a secret cure. It's too melodramatic. I just want to say hello to every grain of sand and every spray. Strolling between the lines is like finding sunshine in a thread-bound book, exploring how the coldness and sublimity of life have created a vicissitudes of life.

12, beach, soft and warm, emitting the breath of sunshine. She cares about our childhood dreams.

When we were young, we used to spend the night on the beach (at that time, it seemed that we didn't have to worry about which bad kidnapper would take us away in our sleep). Late at night, the figure gradually dispersed and the beach suddenly became empty.

We are also crazy and tired, so we can sleep soundly by laying a straw curtain dog skin mattress on the beach and covering it with a cotton blanket. Soft winds and streams brewed my childhood dreams sweet and fragrant.

13, isn't it a bitter experience to enjoy the beach? Just like fishing your own fish repeatedly with your own net, the futility of failing is by no means insignificant. What is on the back of the sand? There is no need to study it carefully. Only love songs are like wounds, like a cold and beautiful snake. Familiar people come in, and the weak heart is full of sadness and sorrow.

14. The golden beach in summer, under the blue sky and sunshine, colorful sun umbrella yurt tents and life-saving swimming equipment are scattered along the coast, which constitutes a beautiful scenery of the island city in summer. Tourists may rent a sun umbrella to take a nap, talking and laughing; Or lie on the beach with your family and enjoy this interesting sunbathing; Or swim in the offshore, or cross the sea by motorboat.

A colorful sun umbrella, like a romantic flavor, an atmosphere, goes deep into the traveler's heart unconsciously. Maybe I never thought of romance.

6. Poems about the River The Yellow River, the Tang Dynasty, and the Five Dynasties-Luo Yin did not rely on Ejiao, and his fate was unpredictable.

Out of the Kunlun Mountains, I realized that Han Yin should be curved. Great-grandfather swears that clothes are small, and immortals are light.

Who knows after three thousand years? Why report peace! Reading history in the 20th century-Wang Guowei's two Yunling skyscrapers rose from the ground, and the Yellow River meandered around the ground. Naturally, in that nomadic era, there was once someone named Fuxi.

Heron Hostel Age: Tang Author: Wang Zhihuan Style: Five Unique Categories: Mountains and rivers cover the day, and oceans drain the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Liangzhou Ci Year: Tang Author: Wang Zhihuan Style: Yuefu Category: There is a lonely city and a mountain in the distance of the Yellow River. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Khan looked at the clouds in the north and killed the altar of Madden several times. The son of the Han family is now in SHEN WOO, and he refuses to go home with his relatives.

Langtaosha Times: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu Category: Wan Li Yellow River sand with nine songs, Langtaofeng Piao from the horizon. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.

Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: genre: part of speech: I made a thousand wishes in front of the boudoir pillow: I will rest and wait for the green hills to rot, and the scales will float on the water until the Yellow River dries up completely, and Beidou will return to the south in the daytime. You can't rest without rest, and you will see the sun in the middle of the night.

Autumn age: Ming Author: Style: Category: Yellow River water around the Han wall, autumn wind geese across the river a few lines. The guest chased wild horses over the city, and the general shot Sirius with an arrow.

Huang Chen's Gudu is a flying arm. In the cold war, people often said that Shuo Fang was brave and resourceful, but who is Guo Fenyang now? The age of two Yellow River songs: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Four Unique Categories: Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, drums and gongs resounding all over the world.

There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses. The west bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet.

I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade. Northern pop age: Tang Author: Li Bai style: Yuefu category: cold and bright.

Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.

You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh. Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.

Don't mention the sword to save the border pass, leave this tiger-patterned gold shovel. There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.

The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back. I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.

The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow. Crossing Hebei Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Wang Bao Style: Category: Autumn leaves, also like Dongting waves.

Changshan is adjacent to Dai Jun, and pavilions surround the Yellow River. My heart is sad and happy, and my heart is broken.

At dusk, I recruited horses and lost my way to Beishan. The year of the last tune: Tang Author: Li Bai genre: Yuefu category: the great man didn't get the right idea, and the Huns made a mistake.

Wuyuan is green in autumn and huma is proud. Life must go to the West Pole and cross the Yinshan Mountain.

Yan Zhi fell to the Han family, and women lost their colors. It's fun to cross the Yellow River without fighting or making trouble.

The depression is sunny in Wan Li, and there is no wave in the vast sea. Biesi Ji: Song Author: True Sect: Category: Ode to Beautiful Hezhou, Germany Tour.

The emblem sounds like this, and the pen repairs things. Shrink the hair and wake up.

Spirit comes to care for Xin and Fu. Jiuquan Zi Nian: Tang Author: Literary genre: Part of speech: Chu girl does not return, building pillow creek spring water.

The moonlight is lonely, the wind rises again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse. Hosta oblique, heavy, there is a golden phoenix on the skirt.

Eight-line script, a thousand miles dream, flying south. Grateful emperor era: Song Author: Mao Gu genre: parts of speech: Qinghe Pavilion, Zhu Lanbi Gui.

Jiang Yuejuan went to Liu Gao. The painted building is ethereal, and the curtains are embroidered.

The moon knows what I want, and it's okay when it comes. Silver word blowing sheng, gold mink takes wine.

The breeze wrinkled the sleeves. Rich in precious gas, people are sparsely populated.

Dew cold swallows are cold and deeper. Grateful emperor era: Song Author: Mao Gu genre: parts of speech: Qinghe Pavilion, Zhu Lanbi Gui.