The tranquility of the village head at night
The messy bamboo leaves were driven to curl up into a ball.
The rain washed away.
Enter schools, mountains, cities
A winding and rugged country road
early morning
Dewdrops are naughty,
At the top of the peach tree,
There is a swing on the floor.
Grandpa sun,
I also had a stretch.
The whole village,
Soothed by the faint sunshine.
The wind stopped and the rain stopped.
The peach blossom opened and the sun smiled.
This village is full of vitality.
People put old bamboo leaves,
Turn into smoke
Send away their dancing souls.
Black tears,
Fell on a tile covered with a green shirt
A path washed by rain,
Show lovely teeth
The creaking of buckets,
Beat their eardrums
A group of primary school students,
Spread them with soles and thick foundation.
Get them dressed in the morning,
A wet heart
Miss the rain in my hometown,
Miss the bamboo forest behind the house
Miss the second mother's warm palm;
Miss grandpa's long beard
Miss the path in front of the door;
Miss the ancient pillars engraved with,
Traces of my growth
Miss the peach trees in my hometown;
Miss that steaming well.
The cock crows,
Bellows accompaniment,
Herds of cattle and sheep
Singing folk songs,
Carrying a hoe,
Loud reading sound
Silent rain lane,
Let my thoughts flow.
Let's go back to this after many years.
Local human feelings
Everything is still so familiar
So warm
2. The poetic style of praising Hequ is sweeping.
The tranquility of the village head at night
The messy bamboo leaves were driven to curl up into a ball.
The rain washed away.
Enter schools, mountains, cities
A winding and rugged country road
early morning
Dewdrops are naughty,
At the top of the peach tree,
There is a swing on the floor.
Grandpa sun,
I also had a stretch.
The whole village,
Soothed by the faint sunshine.
The wind stopped and the rain stopped.
The peach blossom opened and the sun smiled.
This village is full of vitality.
People put old bamboo leaves,
Turn into smoke
Send away their dancing souls.
Black tears,
Fell on a tile covered with a green shirt
A path washed by rain,
Show lovely teeth
The creaking of buckets,
Beat their eardrums
A group of primary school students,
Spread them with soles and thick foundation.
Get them dressed in the morning,
A wet heart
Miss the rain in my hometown,
Miss the bamboo forest behind the house
Miss the second mother's warm palm;
Miss grandpa's long beard
Miss the path in front of the door;
Miss the ancient pillars engraved with,
Traces of my growth
Miss the peach trees in my hometown;
Miss that steaming well.
The cock crows,
Bellows accompaniment,
Herds of cattle and sheep
Singing folk songs,
Carrying a hoe,
Loud reading sound
Silent rain lane,
Let my thoughts flow.
Let's go back to this after many years.
Local human feelings
Everything is still so familiar
So warm
Write a modern poem about Hequ Yellow River Bridge.
You can't walk barefoot
Get rid of the mud and sink the sand to grow grass.
Not in shallow water.
Get some sunshine. cannot
Like cattle gnawing at grass roots.
Bypass collapse
They say I'm from the Central Plains.
It's dahe people
My home is downstream.
My husband's house is upstream.
I am used to the speed of the bridge.
The speed of the vehicle. Get used to the ball on the seat
Hold it tightly in your arms.
Looks casual.
The water in autumn is long and still.
Water is a piece.
Rotten copper with stubble. The sunset glow turns into floating dust.
Broken in the river. Water surface
It's broken too.
It is moving. It's vibration
It's Bo. It is folded. It's on the top of the candle.
Up and down
I let out a sigh. Huayuankou
Huayuankou, I want you to open a big flower and keep it.
4. Praise the first ancient poetry in Xinzhou
The Dongluo Fourth Bridge is far away. Wei Yang remembers playing the flute at the age of 24.
Today Xinzhou is good, and the drizzle is looking for poetry to cross the four bridges.
-Xinzhou No.4 Bridge
The second song
I've always wanted to explore fences, but now I respect cemeteries more.
In the rise and fall of the eternal music scene, one person propped up the Jin Yuan.
Every pity is different from gold, and Mr. Wang has thousands of ancient poems.
However, after losing his wife in 1930, Nan Chuang dared not read Qiu Yan's Ci any more!
-the tomb of yuanshan
The third song
Every time the official history is absurd, Mr. Wang feels lonely.
Real love poems are all history. Build a pavilion in unofficial history.
-unofficial history Pavilion.
The fourth song
Working hard for the public for three years, I believe that heaven has something to do with religion.
Today, I still worship in front of the statue, and my awe-inspiring personality is the most pitiful.
-Fu Shanyuan thinks,
The fifth song
After drinking, I boarded the bus and went to Daizhou. The setting sun was full of clouds.
Xiong Hao is also a poet's business, and a team of Xi Nan won the battle.
—— Dai Xiang County, Xinzhou
song 6
Driving to Yanmenguan, the road is dusk.
Clouds break through the peaks and the sun sets in Chung Shan Man.
The seventh song
Suddenly, the newspaper reported that there was a round of conscription, and the car was full of friends looking back.
At that time, World War I was so touching that this heroic poem replaced wine.
-Through your mouth
The eighth song
Things can't be expected for a thousand years, and the ancient Xinzhou Road is intriguing.
Mountain and horse compete, and the original exhibition in Sha Tin is like playing chess.
When Yanmen City rings at dusk, the wind is high and the waves are urgent, and the river beach is curved.
Knowing the poems and songs in the distance adds a splendor to this border town.
-Xinzhou doesn't mean that.
The ninth song
Years are hard to remember, and smoke is scattered into hemp.
Crazy talk destroys China in March. Where the broadsword flies, the bones are covered with insect sand.
How can painful history be tampered with? I am ashamed to eat melons. Bullets everywhere.
The blood turned red after the storm in the fortified city.
—— The old anti-Japanese battlefield in Cheguoxinkou, Linjiang County
The tenth song
The plank road is high in the cliff belly, and the house is in the clouds.
The bamboo bucket enters the window, and the spring tinkles.
Herb gatherers climb fog, while mountains climb neon. Pipes/pipes
Cattle and sheep are full at the foot of the mountain, and buckwheat smells the autumn wind.
-Wu Ye Diaoguan Cendiaoshan Village two songs.
The eleventh song
The vertical and horizontal road network extends far and wide, and the butterfly wing Golden Bridge spans five Tianjin.
The string of pearls is like crucian carp, and the flowers and birds in the forest are absolutely fine.
The five pavilions are patchwork, strong in Xinzhou, and have profound craftsmanship, which is rare in the world.
Send infinite whispers to pay tribute to Sanjin.
-Two Poems on Xinzhou Municipal Construction
The twelfth song
Go through Sanguanxing and return to Laoniuwan.
Shan Jia's acquaintance stunned him: Why is this old man always idle?
Wan Li, the first bay of the Yellow River, is a scenic spot of Xianjia.
Go straight into the vast sea of clouds without the introduction of village children.
-Visit Laoniuwan again
The thirteenth song
The building is closed and the wind is strong, and the northern Shanxi song is still open.
High-profile flying yellow, low-key falling poplar.
I don't know that I am a guest, where can I dream of being my hometown?
Sense of three customs, the sound of history is long.
5. Poems about the Yellow River: The Yellow River fell into the sky and went to the East China Sea. Wan Li wrote it in his heart. (Li Bai's fourteenth gift to Pei) The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely mountain. (Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Lodge of Herons") The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei's Embarrassment) The Yellow River poem "Into the Wine" Li Baijun never saw how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the sky and into the ocean, never to return. 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. "Eight Rhymes of the Yellow River" [Song] Ouyang Xiu's arrow is in danger by the river. Who said he would swim in the reeds? Ice gallops horses, waves roll sand. The tree fell and destroyed the shore, and the turbulence changed the mainland at once. If you cut a dragon, you will retreat, and ups and downs will not be divided into cattle. Wanli Tongchahan, Qian Fan got off the boat. The song of complaint is now completed, but it is difficult to find the lost road. The sudden wind on the beach is stronger than the wind, and the cold fog in Sichuan does not collect. I can believe that you are poor, but I want to ask Zhang Hou. "Moonlit Night on the Yellow River Boat" [Yuan] Mazu is often blowing spoons, and the stars are rising and the waves are floating. It was late at night, the dew was cold, and the Milky Way was near. I lay listening to the sun weaving crimson yarn. "Yellow River Ferry" [Tang] The river is poor in autumn, and the horse crosses the ancient crossing. Last night, the lotus peak was next month, and the curtain was accompanied by sorrow. River carp go to Longmen [Tang]. The anonymous man has been looking for change for a long time, and now he has something to do. When it is named carp, it has no meaning to be a dragon. Calendars are difficult to prepare, they are shaped by time. The sediment would rather not stop than the bait. Due to surge, the fiber size does not follow. Shake your tail, and it will rain heavily at this time. "Hequ Tour" [Sui] Luzhong Road scenery, Hequ is famous for its tour. After Xu was entrusted, he went to Jianye by car and horse. Chicken trees are dense, and distant cranes are thick with smoke. Suspected to be in the daytime, Yun Qi is a heavy building. If gold were in the world, orchids would become barbarians. Hanging and blowing, picking diamonds and turning them into beautiful ones. I also rang with gold and went back to the copper ditch. I am afraid that three Spring Festival Galas will last for a thousand years. "Night Sleeping on the Yellow River" [Ming] Li night, the Yellow River is bright and the cold sand is like a battlefield. Using the sound of water, Ye Ping deserted. Wu is difficult to reach, Yantai Road is very long. A person is a guest for a long time. "Yellow River Fu" (Jin) Cheng Gongxiang saw the magnificence of all the rivers, which was more beautiful than the Yellow River. The diving in Kunlun is extremely steep, and the accumulated stones are steep. Climb the Longmen to swim south, and stroke Huayin in Kuifu. The spiritual emperor came surging, surpassing Luoling and Bai Yang. The snake in the afterlife is the snake in the sky. In midsummer, the force can be measured, and the north is desolate. Two weeks after going north, it flows to the south of Sanjin. Qin painted Xinjiang from the west, from the west and from the east. Yin disciple always involved in it, and Wei moved to Xinjiang. Zhao decided to defeat Wei, seize the river ditch and destroy the beam. It is hard to estimate the sigh of the sages. "Crossing the Yellow River" Fan Yun River is turbulent and turbid, and the soup can't be frozen. I finally made the list, and Songzhou won. An empty court destroys an old tree, but a wasteland grows old. I didn't see any trace of people, but I saw foxes and rabbits. It is said that the river is old and the water is not clear! "Crossing the Yellow River" is a big cool city, and the river is closed to open Xiaoqing. The sun turns over the dragon cave, and the wind sweeps the geese flat. Relying on the sword to do things, Zhang Fan walked very fast. I don't know where it is, singing outside the air. "Crossing the Yellow River at Night" [Tang] Looking for a way home in a thousand miles, a reed confuses the plain. Across the waves, the horse's cheeks are connected, and the water rushes to the Longmen. According to the brightness of the sun, the wind and waves are turning. Singing and singing, the wind and waves broke, and firewood slipped into the noise. The shore is full of autumn clouds and the pool is foggy. Who can die in Sichuan, when the sun sets? "Going to Yunlong Mountain to See the Migration of the Yellow River North" [Qing] Jin Deying Yunlong's head is lonely and the mountains are green. The Yellow River is also avoiding fierce mountains, but it lacks a surging face in the west. Song room is two thousand miles away, and the gloomy weather is higher. In the pavilion, the host and guest have gone to ancient times, and they are still allowed to visit. Pengcheng takes the river as a natural hazard, and fills in natural beauty. Cherish the bottom of the pot and pay thousands of households, leaning on the golden embankment of the ant colony. This autumn, I was surprised by things, but I had to put down my knife. Sun Jiaji upstream was the first to know that Hong Tao would collapse overnight. The northern mountains are dotted. Tianlu is mostly in Yinpan 'ao. Qinghe waterway is cross-cutting, and salt water is poured backwards. I am sad and sleepy, and I admire the crane sky. The ancients did not transport the river, so that the tour was spared. Now we must bow our heads to the front and be willing to be bound by our Cao. From south to north, both of them were ill, and Gu Huai and Gu Yun worked hard. The firewood is getting heavier and heavier, but there is mud cushion instead of sparse. Every rain may overflow, but after the frost, it will run away. When an official is secretive, he must avoid it, and bandits worship the DPRK. Otherwise, Hebo and Hu Du will be arrogant. Asking for a song is not a leap. In the Ming dynasty, the post rode directly to the north, and Jingshan Bridge was inspected in the current.
6. There are poems about the Yellow River ~ ~ ~ The Yellow River goes east, and the white sunset shines on the West Sea.
(Tang Li Bai's "Ancient Style") The balcony is separated by Chu water, and spring grass gives birth to the Yellow River. (Don Li Bai's Farewell) The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River is full of gongs and drums.
(Tang Du Fu's "Yellow River") Send Kunlun five-color flow, and a yellow turbidity penetrates Zhongzhou. 1, the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
(Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa") 3. Do you know how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
(Li Bai's "Into the Wine") 4. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress") 5. The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are all on the Tongguan road.
(Zhang "Tongguan Nostalgia") 6. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai's Difficult to Go to the Sky) The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes that two Yunling skyscrapers rise in his mind, and the Yellow River winds around the ground.
-Guo Wang weishagou, hazy shadows, the Yellow River looming treetops. —— During the Yuan and Mei Dynasties, the old Jin and Fu dynasties were devoted to Ma Ce and Dao Huan.
-Liu.