2. Describe the echo of the poem: empty
The echo of footsteps in the chaos
A blazing flame of flashing power
When stepping into the trap of countless language weaving
Weak-willed people will bend over and wait and see, eager to leave.
From this morning's dreary wishes
A trace of comfort grew on the cold stone.
We strode forward with laughter.
Harvest season for every comedian.
It is also decorated with the darkness and numbness in the festival.
We trudged slowly on the wetland.
Listen to the voice of fate and knock on the door of the body.
Keep submitting the meaning of your initial commitment.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in the valley written by Tang, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Castle peak.
Green water. green grass
Bamboo. Blue sky.
The sound of the piano is slightly cool, as ethereal as moonlight floating on an icy pool, and then gradually drifting away ... the sound of the bamboo flute is cold. The flute is distant and desolate.
The whole valley was silent in a half-lonely and half-sad voice and the cold surrounded by green trees. Wang Wei's Birding Creek is full of idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. If there is a spring boat on the lake, there is no end to the joy of thinking. No matter what the future holds, I will bear it.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.
The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
"From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
On a clear morning, in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shone on the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
In Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa", the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River, far from the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Poetry, Wang, Linjiangzhu and Mingluan continued to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Li Bai used to play here when he climbed the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing, so this place was named after them, but now he abandoned it to this desolate river. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet. Because clouds can break the sun and hide his city from my melancholy heart.
"Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng, and a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.
"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Tianmen cuts off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, where the yellow crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, is now the only one left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low clouds. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
On the frosty night of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge", Jiang Feng caught fire and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Lv Jiang Shuiping, I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles long, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
"Take the mountain" away from the cold mountain, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Hu's "Nanjing Ferry" Jinling Du Jinshui Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight. The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.
4. What poems describe the "valley"? 1. Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Two orioles sing green willows,
A line of egrets rose into the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,
Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.
2. "Bird Watching Creek" Tang
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
3. "Chai Lu" Don Wang Wei
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain.
However, I think I heard a voice.
Sunlight enters the Woods,
Reflected from the green moss to me.
4. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" Tang Du Fu
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
Charming songbirds sing freely.
5. Liangzhou Porcelain Tang Wang Paper Ring
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.
Wan Ren is an isolated city.
Why should a strong brother complain about willow?
The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
5. Reading poems, answering questions 1, juxtaposing 2, mountain, soil, forest and sea 3, "the echo of the valley, the roar of the earth, the sound of pines and waves" These are artistic imagination, imaginary words, and they are entrusted with the memory of Premier Zhou; The echo of the valley, the earth, the forest and the sea presents a picture, which is a true portrayal of Premier Zhou's work before his death. This is a true text praising Premier Zhou's noble quality of serving the people all his life.
4. The fifth section is a summary of the first four sections. 5. Create a touching artistic conception by personification; Let the mountains and rivers, the earth, the forest and the sea seem to be full of nostalgia for Premier Zhou, which more vividly expresses the feelings of the people of the whole country for Premier Zhou; "Mountain" and others have become the testimony of Premier Zhou's revolutionary activities all his life, reflecting the heart-to-heart relationship between Premier Zhou and the people from different aspects. It leaves people with a broad imagination space.
(meaning close) 6. Call; Answer.
6. Poems describing valleys are huge in thousands of mountains, among isolated valleys. -"Twenty Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems". The seventh "Du Fu"
Walking quietly, the valley is full of potential. -Du Fu in Hanxia
Smoke billows from kitchen chimneys in the cold city, and leaves in the valley are red. -"liangdang county Wu Jiang Shang Zhai" Du Fu
It was cold and dusk in the valley, and my intestines were broken. -"Hu Jia eighteen beats eighteen songs" Wang Anshi
Between the rugged valleys, there is no room left. -Wang Anshi's Fa Xi
The valley is rugged and the road is long. Look around as soon as possible and lament. -"Sorrow Poetry" Cai Yan
Half-folded and half-milled, intertwined, Guo. -"Poetry with Ma Yi" Lutong
The valley is pale and thin, and it passes through the forest obliquely during the day. -"Dongyang Road" Huang Zhencheng
The forest is full of green valleys, and the architectural landscape rises abruptly from the river. -"The Bookstore of the Avant-garde King" Su Shi
Rong Zhi team walked out of the suburbs, and the valley was cold and dark. -"Eleven Beats" Wen Tianxiang
Song Mei in the valley sang the praises of immortals, and today's words are fragrant and fresh. -"Yang He Xiu Fu Yun" Fu Yuan
It's windy in the East China Sea for ten days, and huge waves break the valley. -"Whale" Zhang Shunmin
7. A poem describing a secluded valley Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" is a quiet night when sweet-scented osmanthus falls.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I've heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. If there is a spring boat on the lake, there is no end to the joy of thinking. No matter what the future holds, I will bear it.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.
The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
Qingxi is from Wang Wei, and I have braved the wind and waves to cross the Huanghua River, and the thoroughfare is from Qingxi. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
Mount Zhongnan, with its huge height close to the city of heaven, connects Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Wan Shan Send Zhang Wu", on a north peak among the white clouds, you found your hiding place. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. I looked down at the riverbank and took a flat-headed rest with the folks who came home.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the lake here is an air with heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
"From a berth on Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou", I ran with the river all night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
On a clear morning, in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shone on the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
In Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa", the mountains cover the day and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River, far from the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Poetry, Wang, Linjiangzhu and Mingluan continued to sing and dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Li Bai used to play here when he climbed the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing, so this place was named after them, but now he abandoned it to this desolate river. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet. Because clouds can break the sun and hide his city from my melancholy heart.
"Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng, and a thousand miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.
"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Tianmen cuts off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao, where the yellow crane carried saints to heaven a long time ago, is now the only one left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a flat water surface and low clouds. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Ode to Mujiang is covered with sunset, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
On the frosty night of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge", Jiang Feng caught fire and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Lv Jiang Shuiping, I listen to the songs on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and affectionate.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles long, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
"Take the mountain" away from the cold mountain, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Hu's "Nanjing Ferry" Jinling Du Jinshui Mountain Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves overnight. The tide sets on the moon, and the second and third fires in Guazhou.