Ancient poems about the forest
1. A collection of ancient sentences describing scenery
1. The still water runs deep, and the music is played in the vicissitudes of life.
2. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love.
3. Life can be full of joy, and death without regrets.
4. Build up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.
5. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere.
6. The aura of melancholy and clear distance is a distant and untouchable sadness, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky.
7. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
8. All kinds of stories are nothing more than love hurts; when people pass by the water, the bright moon is like frost. 2. What are the poems that describe life in the mountains or forests?
1. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. ____ "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You
Translation: The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.
2. The oriole sings thousands of miles away, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. ____Du Mu's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"
Translation The spring scenery of the vast Qianli River in the South of the Yangtze River is picturesque, with singing and dancing swallows and green leaves against the bright red flowers.
3. The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying dragon. ____Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
Translation The sun gradually sets in the west, already holding the Western Mountains in its mouth, and the sunset glow on the horizon gradually begins to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the distance. The quiet village is so lonely, dragging out the long shadow. The fog was rising lightly, and a few black crows were perched on the rickety old trees. A wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky.
4. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune. ____ Lei Zhen's "Village Evening"
Translation: The little shepherd boy was riding on the back of an ox, slowly returning home; he was holding a piccolo and playing it casually, without a fixed tune.
5. Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. ____Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
Translation Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city.
6. The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the simple and ancient style of clothing remains. ____ "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You
The day when the translator plays the flute and drums in the Spring Society is approaching, and the ancient customs of the villagers' simple clothes are still preserved.
7. No one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos. ____Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·Water Surrounds Pitian and Bamboo Fence"
Translation The sun sets in the west. There is no shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows walking on the path back to the village.
8. The cries of children outside the door are still lingering, and the sunset in the mountain village is long and dreamy. ____Chen Yuyi's "Sending Someone Back to the Capital"
Outside the translator's door, the birds kept chirping, and at sunset, dreams continued in the mountain village.
9. Frost grasses and insects are everywhere, and there are no people walking to the south of the village or to the north of the village. ____ "Village Night" by Bai Juyi
Translation In a field of gray-white autumn grass beaten by frost, insects were whispering, and there were no pedestrians around the mountain village.
10. The grass in the isolated village is far away, and the apricot blossoms are flying in the setting sun. ____ Kou Zhun's "Jiangnan Spring·Miao Miao"
Translation The luxuriant grass spreads to the sky, and there are several thatched huts diagonally in the distance, and patches of apricot blossoms dance in the afterglow of the setting sun.
3. Please ask for some ancient words, with explanations, thank you
Luanjing: the good name of the mirror;
Xiangchen: many fallen flowers have fragrance, so they are called fragrant dust;
Liquor: the sign of a tavern;
Floating geese and sinking fish: The ancients believed that fish and geese can convey letters. If geese float and fish sink, letters cannot be conveyed;
Separation : Farewell;
Xin: Envy;
Mignonette: Another name for sweet-scented osmanthus;
Guyu Tea: Spring tea picked before the Guyu Festival;
< p> Raw silk: unbleached silk fabric, which the ancients used to paint, so it also refers to picture scrolls;Gossamer: refers to willow branches;
Qingwu: clumps of green grass;
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Su Shang: Autumn;
Green Cup and Red Sleeves: Refers to a beautiful lady with good wine;
Rainbow Rain: Rain in early summer.
. ..The above are all written by hand, but believe me, the words and sentences all rely on accumulation~ Nothing can be achieved overnight, especially Chinese, as Chinese culture is broad and profound. . It is recommended to bring your accumulation book with you. . . 4. Poems about spring woods
1. "Long Song Xing" In the Green Garden of Han Dynasty Yuefu, the sunflowers are blooming in the morning dew and waiting for the sun. The leaves of Huang Hua are fading. Hundreds of rivers flow east to the sea, when will they return to the west? Young people don’t work hard, and old people are sad. 2. "Ode to the Willow" Tang He Zhizhang made a tree as tall as a jasper tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. , The spring breeze in February is like scissors. 3. "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" Su Shi's three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of ducks' warmth in the spring river. The wilted wormwood on the ground is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish are about to come. 4. "Quequa" The monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty tied a short canopy in the shade of an ancient tree, and used his staff and quinoa to help me cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain made my clothes wet, and the willow wind blew my face without chilling. 5. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" Bai Juyi, north of Gushan Temple, west of Jia Pavilion, The water surface is flat at first and the clouds are low. A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and the new swallows are pecking at the spring mud. The flowers are gradually charming, and the shallow grass can have no horse hooves. My favorite lake is not enough eastward, with the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars. 5. Ancient sentences describing scenery, useful for writing essays,
I woke up to the sound of cicadas. In the summer morning, the morning haze had already penetrated the window. From the cicadas to the sound of birds, it seemed that True cry: each one sings softly and softly, intertwined into a hymn, which not only frightens dreams, but also arouses the spirituality of all things!
The silvery white dawn gradually turns to brownish red, and the morning glow is reflected on the window sticks of thousands of houses.
When I wake up early in the morning, the sky is always foggy, and white smoke is everywhere, like steam. The sun rises slowly from the ridge, evaporating the white fog into the sky. The color of winter. The light changes from dull gray to fish white, pink, and then golden. The brilliance of the rising sun is also ever-changing and colorful. When it shines on the fog, layers of colors appear. The brightest golden color is closest to the rising sun. The farther west, the darker the color becomes, and finally merges with the fog.
One beautiful morning, I climbed up a nearby hill to breathe fresh air and move around. The morning sun has just risen, and the diffuse mist gradually subsides. The woods and bushes are all wet; the green branches, green grass leaves, and delicate petals of the flowers are covered with dripping crystal water drops, shining. Magnificent colors.
I stood in waist-high thatch, facing the mountains separated by a ravine in front of me. There were green miscellaneous trees, and the pale yellow flowers blooming on the clusters of mugwort beside the woods. It's like inlaying the woods with a wide lace.
A fish-belly white dawn appeared on the horizon. Gradually it became clearer and clearer, turning from the white color of the fish belly to orange, and then from orange to light red; sometimes it was red, sometimes it was golden, and there were also colors of half purple and half red, and there were also some indescribable colors that could not be seen. The colors I have never seen before are really colorful, and the shapes of the morning glow are also endless. Some are like an eagle spreading its wings and about to fly; some are like a bright red scarf fluttering, but after a while the red scarf disappears, but a galloping horse comes. The horses... are really in various shapes and forms, and they are ever-changing. 6. What are the poems that describe pavilions and woods?
I only know 1 that describes trees.
There are many trees and lush grass.
(Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea") 2.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 3.
The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion") 4.
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang: (Yong Liu)) 5.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. (Cen Shen: (Bai Xuege sends Judge Wu back to Beijing)) 6.
There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and Parrot Island with luxuriant grass. (Cui Hao: "Yellow Crane Tower") 7.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. (Liu Yuxi: (Reward Lotte as a gift at the first banquet in Yangzhou)) 8.
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving its clearness and softness. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond") 9.
There are dead crows in the old trees, small bridges and flowing water, and the westerly wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts") 10.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. (Yan Shu: "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") 11 The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
(Meng Haoran: "Su Jian Dejiang") 12. The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
(Wei Yingwu: "Chuzhou West Stream"). 7. Ancient poems about late autumn
1. I think the most beautiful season in a year is autumn. I think the most beautiful season in a year is autumn.
2. The beauty of autumn is rational - it is not as charming as spring, as hot as summer, and as subtle as winter. 3. Gardener, don’t fold the autumn lotus, because it will cover up the sunset with the swimming fish.
"Xicheng Abandoned Garden" 4. Autumn nights are a good day for crickets to sing. The crickets raised their voices and sang loudly.
The rustling of leaves seemed to accompany the crickets. 5. Dusk in late autumn always comes very quickly, and before the water vapor evaporated by sunlight on the mountains and fields dissipates, the sun sets in the Western Mountains.
As a result, the misty wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker. Gradually it blended into the night, but soon it was turned silver-gray by the moonlight. 6. Oh, autumn! Autumn leaves the rich fruits to the world, and leaves the beautiful blessings to the world. Autumn flies away, the bark of the trees sways, and the leaves want to follow the footsteps of autumn, ride on the wind, and spin a few times in the air. , floated down again, leaving behind a beautiful longing and quiet contemplation.
I love the yellow rice, crystal dewdrops, flying leaves, lovely stars, and hazy moon in autumn. 7. There is a lot of coldness in this autumn. This autumn night is full of mangroves and silence, and I can hear the cold blowing in the horns, whimpering, and everything is empty. It is hard to beat the autumn, and the wind and rain are sad, so it is better to miss it.
8. Autumn is sad, desolate and deep. Autumn sky, autumn weeds, autumn jungle, autumn stream, autumn color, autumn breath.
What does Yi Ning have? Let’s talk about giving an autumn leaf. When the leaves, as gorgeous as clouds and as golden as butterflies, fall in the wind, they are full of swirling enthusiasm, melting all my expectations and unexpressable tenderness into the reverie of the autumn wind.
It tempts people to sip a pot of freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea in the rosy sunset, with the fragrance of autumn flowing between lips and teeth. In the misty misty rain, the lone boat with a touch of Zen is wandering among the dark green mountains and beautiful waters. There is endless tranquility and leisure in the eyebrows.
9. Autumn is a season of maturity. Although I have gained a lot and was recommended to a key middle school because of my good grades, the autumn rain calmed me down and made me realize clearly that I have grown up. I must learn to care about the things around me and the people around me. It is their selfless care and dedication that allowed me to grow. 10. In the orchard, there are lots of fruits.
There are bunches of grapes hanging under the green leaves, including red, purple, dark red, light green... colorful and extremely beautiful. The apple showed its red cheeks, as if smiling and calling people to come and pick it! The persimmon tree is full of red persimmons, like little orange lanterns shining brightly.
The pear tree is covered with large yellow pears, which are fragrant and sweet, like cute little gourds. 11. In the crop field, the golden corns are like golden mallets. The red ears of sorghum are like a shy little girl, blushing and lowering her shy head, swaying in the breeze, and the soybeans are swaying. , rustling in the wind, like a chorus of nature playing in the field.
12. On the cool and clear autumn night, the bright and red Mars adds a lot of brilliance and interest to us in the starry sky. Recently, Mars rises from the southeastern horizon after eight o'clock every night.
It is brighter than any other star in the nearby sky and is easy to find no matter where you are. 13. In another night or two, the autumn frost covered the valley under the moonlight, and then retreated to the mountains to the north to stay for a while, so that the golden early autumn could gently caress the earth.
A slight scent of anise filled the sky. And the fragrant smell of golden chrysanthemums.
The mist was billowing, broken by the September moonlight, revealing a blue sky. 14. In autumn, when I came to the small river, the cool water was swirling with the excitement of the fish.
The plump fish were playing and having fun, making ripples in circles. Sometimes, as soon as he sees a human figure, he runs away as fast as lightning.
Sometimes they seem to want to play with people, crawling around. In autumn, I caught the ducks who were about to go into the river and wiped off the crystal dew on their tails.
Flying over the fields in autumn. People's sweat flows down their cheeks, and their tiredness cannot stop their happy smiles, which are smiles of harvest; autumn breaks the silence of the morning and scares the geese flying south.
15. Loneliness is not something you are born with, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone. 16. The ruthless autumn rain hits the window lattice, splashing raindrops all over the body. Looking out the window by the pond, the lotus flowers in the blue sky are scattered all over the ground. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. The autumn rain is ruthless, and the rain clears the lotuses. 17. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, and as charming as winter.
18. In this harvest season, watching the heavy fruits jingle like many wind chimes hanging on the treetops brings boundless joy to people. Look at the red and green colors of the fruits flashing on the branches, like many handsome faces blooming with their regretless youth.
19. Autumn is a season of abundant harvests. The ears of rice in the field have matured, and the heavy ears are so heavy that the stalks cannot lift their heads.
The fields are golden, so yellow that it shines like gold! A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the rice ears danced happily. Their postures were extremely graceful, their movements were neat, and they were so beautiful! 20. Look, the rice in the farmland bent over with laughter, the sorghum raised the flaming torch, the corn showed its big yellow teeth with joy, the cotton was so fat that its white body was squeezed out, and the farmer uncle was also immersed in the joy of the harvest. 21. The apples are bright red, like balls of red flames.
22. The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. 23. Autumn has come quietly, coming to the fields, to the streams, to the mountains, and putting on the earth charming autumn clothes.
When I walked into the park, the autumn wind blew, and the red leaves all over the ground seemed to be filled with morning glow. It was really beautiful. 24. A bright moon hangs in the sky, casting its bright moonlight as if it has covered the earth with a layer of white mist.
Now, quietly, a gust of wind broke the silence of the night. The Xingxinghua looked up, and a few small flying insects with flapping wings flew around, as if dancing to the crickets lying on the rocks.
The faint fragrance of chrysanthemums and sweet-scented osmanthus is refreshing. The clear river water flowed loudly, and the big tree was busy saying goodbye to Ye Baobao.
25. Raise your head and look up at the sapphire-like sky, floating. 8. Ancient poems describing skillful hands
1. The sound of gold has the charm of jade, and the quality of Cymbidium is orchid. ——Wang Bo's "Qixi Festival"
2. Where is Lan Zhihui's heart? Who knows that those who do it are crazy people. ——Yang Yuqing's "Crossing the Tomb of the Young Prostitute"
3. The ingenuity in the world is amazing, refining medicine and lighting the lamp to clear the day and night. ——Zhao Meng's "Gifts to Those Who Set off Fireworks"
4. At dusk, the flower stamens in front of the hall are so delicate that they are scrambling to draw them with a small pen on the bed.
Embroidered into Anxiang Spring Garden, it attracts orioles to fly from the willow branches. —— Hu Lingneng's "Yong Xiuzhan"
5. Go to the kitchen on three days, wash your hands and make soup. I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first. ——Wang Jian's "Three Poems for a Bridegroom"
6. At thirteen he could weave, at fourteen he learned tailoring, at fifteen he played the harp, and at sixteen he recited poetry. ——Anonymous "Peacock Flies Southeast"
7. A piece of silk is as light as water, and the women in the bridal chamber and the west chamber work hard. Flowers follow jade fingers to add spring color, and birds follow golden needles to grow feathers. Shu brocade boasts and blames itself, but Yue Ling pretends that the price is still high. It can be used as a quilt for mandarin ducks. The red leaves and branches will not hinder the knife. ——Luo Yin's "Embroidery"
8. I don't know how old I am when I am young, and wealth is like floating clouds to me. ——Du Fu's "Painting as a Presentation to General Cao"
9. Move my glazed couch under the front window. He holds a sword and ruler in his left hand and a silk ribbon in his right hand. The embroidered skirt will be worn in the morning, and the single shirt will be worn in the evening. ——Anonymous "The Peacock Flies Southeast"
10. Dare to use your ten fingers to praise your skill with needles, and don't draw your eyebrows together. ——Qin Taoyu's "Poor Girl"