Modern poems describing the scenery of Xiji

Author: Youmu

A wall of Shidi Power Station was excavated from Pinghu in Gaoxia.

Bowl hill, green water sculpture.

Become a bonsai on the mirror and stand in the water.

Jadeites of various shapes cut the mirror into beautiful scenery.

The shore of the lake reflects the landscape farmers, which is like a dream.

The fog in the morning is like a veil on the bride.

Only egrets and wild ducks move, and the water and sky are the same in the sun.

A breeze blew the fisherman's leisurely figure and slowly closed the net.

The strange wall is an interpretation of the scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Concentrated in a green jade plate, year after year.

Second, "country roads"

Author: Zhang Yu

This is a path leading to the city.

How many people cultivated the land and raised our ancestors.

The new houses on both sides of the road are the songs of wheat, and the river flows in the mother's arms.

What a sigh is the laughter by the roadside.

I come from a distant place, and this is not my hometown.

Third, "the mountains in the south and the mountains in the north are beautiful"

Author: Tribulus terrestris

I want to go to the south of the Yangtze River, see the fiery red river, the blue sea, listen to the reflection of the arch bridge and listen to the fishing fire of the boat.

Nanguoyun, in the tea garden folk songs, travels far and wide.

Green water chestnut, boiling water waves, rippling.

I want to go to Jiangnan, indulge in the fragrance of gardenia and oranges in the orange garden, and smooth it in the gentle drizzle of spring breeze.

There were waves in Qiantang, the waves rolled in the wall and the waves beat against the coast.

Whispering to Yan, stopping at the corner and wandering.

Jiangnan, Jiangnan, Jiangnan with hidden poems and paintings.

She comes from a beautiful legend, crying and dreaming.

I wandered in the south of the Yangtze River, from bamboo in Jinggangshan to sunset in Xishuangbanna.

From Cangshan Erhai Lake to Desert Island Bird Forest.

Flocks of fish weave the South China Sea.

Fishing boats with early sunrise at sea are full of white sails.

In spring and March, the scenery in the north and south is good.

A beautiful old friend, looking at it from a distance across the mountain.

Throw away the turbid thoughts.

Fourth, "scenery"

Author: Ling Di

Fields, hillsides and cows are grazing.

The mountains stand still and the sky is deep in You Lan.

When the breeze blows, the village is motionless, like a pile of dried cow dung.

The sun rises, like fresh tomatoes that have just been cut, and honey is flowing.

Birds are struggling to fly, and fresh wings are tearing at pieces of white clouds.

It used to be a red car, emerging from the flowers and plants on the horizon.

The clear river is full of light, looking forward to a beautiful childhood.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Xiji scenery

Author: Sun Cunyi

Yongqing Lake, love you, starting with your name.

Clean soil, clean stones.

Castle peak, green trees and fragrant grass are all in a touch of clarity.

Yingbin Avenue, home.

There is a colorful cloud floating in the sky from the moonlight in Xiji.

Noodles are starting to cook, Qiao, for fear of getting lost in the moonlight.

You descended from the sky, marking the direction of the mountain, and rain or shine from now on.

At the foot of Nanshan, the evening breeze brings a little noise.

The flowers and plants here are silent, stretching out their arms along the masonry road and asking for spring from the sunset.

There are shadows everywhere in Beishan Park.

Starting from the mountain road, looking for the footprints of childhood.

A rhubarb dog came at me and bit my memory.

Hulu River, lower, even lower.

A little flower, holding its head high on the river bed.

Greeting in the wind, it is praying for a rain.