Poems and famous quotes describing the creek

Jiang Chengzi · Snow disappears and frost enters the boat on the creek. Poetry name: Jiang Chengzi | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Han Pei. Snow disappears and frost enters the boat on the creek. Try floating. Go up the hill. The thin cold smoke is still not all absorbed. When I asked, the plum blossoms have not bloomed yet, and I can’t sing enough, and I feel so sad in spring. The mind is too old to rest. Lazy gaze. Turn deep and quiet. The poem ends with an eyebrow, and the new moon is like a hook. The village in front of Chunqian in Lahou is far away, with stable back roads and west-flowing water.

The creek Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty | Author: Liu Bingzhong The water in the creek is as green as oil, and I forget to envy the white gulls all day long. In the spring scenery of peach blossoms on both sides of the strait, there may be room for a fishing boat.

Xuanzhou Bamboo · The wind in Pengdi Lake in Xiaoxi is heavy. Brand name: Xuanzhou Bamboo | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Lu Benzhong The wind in Pengdi Lake in Xiaoxi is heavy. Blow and break the condensation. A branch reflects the depth of Yumen. Cold and silent, fragrant and clear in the moonlight. Who is *** when I am already thin? The soul lingers around Xu Xi. Shame is like peach and plum trapped in spring appearance. Willing to develop to the extreme end, in the rain clouds.

Two poems from Zhongqiao·Crossing Pinghu and meeting a stream Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Yue Ke Passing Pinghu and meeting a stream, I visited Duaqi from Wujing. How the kites riding the wind on the river turn into oysters and turtles dragging in the mud. Whoever sends out banners and banners to travel through the rivers will definitely know the ripples in his house. The middle bridge is just a short distance away, and Wu'er is playing in the water.

Oucheng·The creek is as shallow and dry as a coke cauldron. Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Li Liuqian The creek is as shallow and dry as a coke cauldron. Thousands of horses gallop when it rains. Raise your hands to the railing to praise the suffering of the sea, but there is nothing left to drain into the bottle.

Xiaoxi Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Shi Tanying On the Xiaoxi Village, firewood is covered with firewood, and the chickens and dogs are silent and the moonlight is dim. A pair of small boats approached the broken bank, coming here and returning with the tide.

Rafting out of the river on a small stream in the summer Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Yang Wanli A leaf is light on the mountain stream, and the river is horizontal at the end of the mountain stream. There was no one talking in the boat, only the sound of waves and rain.

In the middle of the stream, Hou Tonghuan Village went on an excursion. Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Lou Yao Hou Tonghuan Village went on an excursion and changed into a light boat at Fengshan Temple. The boatman worked hard with his two poles, causing the clear stream to flow against the bank.

Touring Daochang Mountain Heshan [Song Dynasty] Su Shi The summit of Daochang Mountain is at the foothills of Heshan Mountain, with cloud peaks above and deep valleys below. I came to the cave of mountains and rivers, but I still love this mountain and don’t see enough of it. The line of Pi Lake is completely white, and the green hills suddenly turn into coils of dragons and snakes. There is no wind on the high mountain, and the pine trees make their own noise, mistaking the sound of stone teeth for a startling turbulence. The mountain monk does not let the mountain spring flow out, and the clear pool under the house shines on the Yao mat. Holding hands in front of the steps, the incense fills the clouds, and the immortals plant them with their own hands in the moon. When I came out of the mountain, I looked back at the green clouds and the misty green tiles and red railings. Asking for directions at the head of Baishui field, where is the mountain deep in the stream? The master studied all night until midnight, and the cranes are still singing in the middle of the night. Now I have given up my studies and will not return to the mountains. I sigh at the empty wine in the mountains.

Good things are coming soon·Looking for spring in stone pavilions [Song Dynasty] Chen Ke Searching for spring in stone pavilions, the mountains are dim and bright at dusk. Deep in the creek outside the bamboo, a cold moon is leaning on a branch. The light clouds and sparse rain are bitter and ruthless, and they must be broken if they can be broken. The drunken maidservant returns home with lingering fragrance and sadness.

Village Dwelling One [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Mian Forgot about the times, the thatched cottage is next to the stream. Irrigate the border with clear water and hold the urn, pick up the tree and seal it with wet mud. The milk deer lies down against the flowers, and the quiet birds crow across the bamboos. New poems can be obtained from outside, so there is no need to ask for a title.

Good things are coming soon, written in a dream [Song Dynasty] Qin Guan The rain on the spring road adds flowers, and the flowers move the spring scenery of the mountain. Walking deep into the creek, there are hundreds of orioles.

Feiyun turned into a dragon and snake in front of his face, and his pride turned into a blue sky. Drunk and lying under the shade of ancient vines, I don't know north or south.

Jiang Chengzi·The snow disappears and the frost enters the boat on the creek [Song Dynasty] Han Hao The snow disappears and the frost enters the boat on the creek. Try floating. Go up the hill. The thin cold smoke is still not all absorbed. When I asked, the plum blossoms have not bloomed yet, and I can't sing enough, and I feel sad in spring. The mind is too old to rest. Lazy gaze. Turn deep and quiet. The poem ends with an eyebrow, and the new moon is like a hook. The village in front of Chunqian in Lahou is far away, with stable back roads and west-flowing water.

Repeated Title [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi is happy to go to the mountains and forests for the first time to rest, but is tired of working in the city for a long time. In his early years, he had little ambition, but in his later years he was well versed in worldly sentiments. I have promised to lie in the clouds of the Tiger River, and move forward without fighting for the dragon's tail. From now on, the ear world should be quiet, so as not to see any chirping and ruin your reputation.

At the head of the creek under the long pine tree, the deer are wearing white cloth and fur. Medicine gardens and tea gardens are for industry, while wild elk and forest cranes are for friendship. The clothes in Yunshengjian's house are moist, and the kitchen in Lanyin Mountain is dimly lit.

My favorite spring is a new one, with clear and clear water flowing around the steps.

The sun is high and I still feel sleepy when I have slept enough. The quilt in the small pavilion is not afraid of the cold. I sit on my pillow and listen to the bells of Yiai Temple, and look at the snow on Xianglu Peak through the curtains. Kuanglu was the place where he fled to fame, and Sima was still there to see off his old official. Peace of mind and body is the place to return. Why is your hometown alone in Chang'an?

From now on, the official career will never be separated, and the worldly affairs will not be spoken from now on. Not only are their bodies the same as those of earth and trees, but they also live long and serve the world. The strong energy in the chest still needs to be expelled, but the floating clouds outside the body are of no use. There is another grudge that Gao's family has not repaid.

Rafting on the Yuelai River two days after the beginning of autumn [Song Dynasty] Fan Chengda The west wind first entered the creek and the sails weaved ripples of light blue. Walking into Naohe, there is no water surface, and you are intoxicated by red lotus and white lotus.

Dongxiange·The remaining cold has not spread out [Song Dynasty] Li Nai The remaining cold has not spread out, and the curtain is new to Yan. Willow shoots are dyed tender yellow. The creeks and mountains are winding, let alone the wind and smoke, and the spring is clear. Who knows that the road to Penglai is far away. People with ice-like appearance are not old, and they are always accompanied by spring leisure. The treasure screen is open, the smoke is curling up, the golden duck is blowing incense, and in the place of laughter, the shadows of candles and flowers are warm. Then don't miss Yao's wine cup as drunk as mud, taking advantage of the east wind every year, dancing in clothes and singing fans.

In the cold food and rain, I made an appointment to travel to Tianzhu with my roommate, and came up with sixteen quatrains for Lu Wu [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli. In the winding mountains, the creeks are connected by the splashing of tender water. The peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are always weak, leaning against each other in the spring breeze.

A red calyx, a pot of plum blossoms [Yuan Dynasty], Zhu Xiyan, a deep jade hall. The curtains are heavy to protect the darkness, and the window color is testing the new sunshine. The moss is warm and the scales are growing, the mud is melting and the pulse is rising, and the spring is beginning to break through Qiongying. Late at night, the cold fades away the crimson wax, the moon shatters by mistake, and the dew falls into the empty courtyard. Warm blowing incense, cold fragrance invades the dream, and the condensation disappears in a while. Everlasting Regret: I have spent my late years, being haunted by tender love until death. What's the matter, Dongjun? I'll solve the general's thoughts and decorate them with a sprig of spring ice. It's like a quiet night on an empty mountain, next to a sparse fence and a clear, shallow stream. Don't ask about the spoon's thoughts, let's talk about the life in the flute.

Beautiful sentences describing the creek

The beach is soft and warm, exuding the breath of the sun. She protects our childhood dreams. When we were kids, we often spent the night at the beach (at that time, we didn’t seem to have to worry about human traffickers kidnapping us in our sleep). As the night went on, the people gradually dispersed, and the beach suddenly became much empty. We were also crazy and tired, so we laid out straw curtains and dog skin mattresses on the beach, and then covered them with cotton blankets or something, and then we could have a sound sleep. The soft wind and streams brewed my childhood dreams fragrantly and sweetly.

What is presented to us now is the snowy scene in the mountains in winter. Look at the black ribbon-like streams running at the bottom of the white world, and the intertwined branches in the woods that carry the delicate tones of the white snow. The branches of the coniferous trees, which were hung down by the snow and shivered from time to time, undoubtedly brought us into a romantic paradise paved with silver and jade. Occasionally, a fresh and somewhat chilling wind came. , and playfully shook the white powder off the branches like smoke. It makes this mountain, this tree, and this snow even more mysterious.

The river on the roadside has thawed, and the sound of the thawed river water is tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, like Brother Xiuxi playing "Song of Spring"! I found Miss Chun again, she was in the thawing river!

The stormy waves, the rippling white waves, the surging waves

In recent years, in order to gain a lot of wealth from nature and to make their lives more comfortable, human beings have selfishly Indiscriminate deforestation, large-scale land reclamation, and industrial waste discharge... However, what are the consequences of doing so? The sky is no longer blue, the stream is no longer clear, the forest is no longer dense, the green mountains are no longer green...

The small stream flows, flowing to Liushugou at the head of the village. There was a cow in the willow ditch, and little Liuliu was sitting on the edge of the ditch. Liuliu watched the cow swimming, and she was so happy that she was swaying. Liu Liu has loved working since she was a child, and everyone praises Niuniu.

There is a kind of love that is praised by the world, and there is a kind of love that can make people feel the warmth it brings every moment. This kind of love is maternal love, maternal love is like the fiery red sun, maternal love is like the night The oil lamp in the house, maternal love is like a sweater in winter, maternal love is more like a stream in the mountains, the little streams merge into a gurgling stream, and the little cares merge into a strong maternal love.

I spent most of my childhood in the countryside.

The shiny green groves, gurgling streams, and fields as far as the eye can see occupy a very important place in my heart. I was raised by my grandmother, so I have an indissoluble bond with the countryside.

The trickling streams and the green leaves swaying in the wind are all touches of mood. Life is like snow, which seems beautiful and holy, but more often than not, you have to endure the cold and wind and frost that come with it, and taste the taste alone. Whether it is happiness or loneliness, such rich feelings are all because the heart is alive.

She is of medium height, full of vitality, like a graceful little tree in the spring morning. Her hair slopes down like a black waterfall, soft and charming, with a simple and natural charm. Her kind and friendly eyes are as crystal clear as the stars in the clear sky on a summer night, and as clear as the water in the autumn stream.

Father's love is a silent stream, always so implicit; father's love is a towering mountain, always so noble; father's love is the warm sunshine, always so selfless.

To this day, I still remember the beauty and elegance of willow catkins. Their gracefulness turns into misty smoke, filling the stream surrounded by four seasons. The wind and rain fill the red leaves with the elegant lovesickness, which is so close before my eyes. Has the burning Hong Kong river blocked your and my return journey?

Human nature is inherently good, as pure as the clear water in a clear stream. Desires and emotions are like wind and sand, blinding the heart that was originally as vast and blue as the sky. But I know that deep in everyone's heart, no matter it is dark clouds or gloomy, there is still a rainbow shining brightly somewhere in the heart.

What is presented to us is the snowy scene in the mountains in winter. Look at the black ribbon-like streams running at the bottom of the white world. The interlaced branches in the woods carry the delicate tones of the snow. The branches of the coniferous trees hanging down under the weight of snow undoubtedly trembled from time to time, which undoubtedly brought us into a romantic paradise paved with silver. Occasionally, a fresh and somewhat chilly wind came, and Playfully shaking off the white powder from the branches like smoke. It makes this mountain, this tree, and this snow even more mysterious.

You are like a hot spring gushing out of the mountains, and every drop of it condenses into my ideal string of beads, and the ding-ding-dong-dong plays the heartbeat of progress for me. Your words seep into my heart like a gurgling stream, inspiring my yearning for a better life. If I were a writer, my first work would be "Mother"; if I were a singer, my first song would also be "Mother". Dear Mom, I wish you a happy holiday!

Integrity is a star, the smallest star in the sky; but it strives to shine the brightest light. Integrity is a cup of strong hot tea, which comforts tired people. , so refreshing; integrity is a stream, the most inconspicuous stream in the sea. However, if there were not those small stars, where would there be the millions of stars in the sky; if there were not those inconspicuous streams, where would the vast sea be?

Thank you for the bright sunshine every day, thank you for the gurgling streams, thank you for the sweet singing of birds, thank you for your deep love from your relatives, and thank you for your lover's companionship. Thanksgiving, thank life for giving us happiness and contentment. May all your sweet dreams come true.

The cold winter has passed, the warm spring breeze blows every corner, and spring comes to the world with bags full of music seeds. She scattered the seeds into the forest, and the sweet songs of larks flew in the forest; she scattered the seeds into the stream, and the stream was filled with the croaking of frogs; she scattered the seeds into the grass, and the grass was filled with the light singing of crickets...

A stream without water is as dry as tears, a tree is like a withered tree without leaves, and a stream is full of leaves but has no thoughts. May God give me the elixir of forgetfulness.

Sentences describing streams

In the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, I opened a small light blue umbrella, and with the light rain, I sat at the end of the stream and watched the sunrise and sunset. The tide falls and the clouds rise and fly. This ever-present longing has seeped into my blood, giving me an elegant attitude towards life. In fact, to understand the true meaning of life requires the accumulation of years and simple truth. The Jiangnan in my dream is never noisy, never luxurious, and never sensational. It is peaceful and real, the quiet beauty of life, and the original innocence of life.

On both sides of the gently rippling stream, there are wild flowers that are taller than a horse's head. They are colorful, as endless as endless brocade, as dazzling as the rays of the sky, and as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky. .

Friendship is like colored silk, we cut it together and sew it into gorgeous clothes; friendship is like oil paint, we mix the colors together to depict wonderful scenery. Friendship is like water droplets, we condense together and gather into gurgling streams; friendship is like green leaves, we lean on each other and create big trees that provide shade.

Time is like an elf, leaving behind only a figure walking away in an instant, and traces of shame and regret. Yes, the gurgling streams merge into a turbulent ocean, and today's transition condenses the excitement of tomorrow. Let us correct the navigation mark while forging ahead, push ourselves forward through hard work, broaden our mind, look far into the future, keep our feelings alive, and keep our spirit alive.

The streams are always mixed with peach blossoms, which come from the Peach Blossom Valley. The petals float on the water, like small boats drifting with the water. The tall pine tree, with its huge crown, and its brothers come to beautify this mountain and this water. They are the guards here, loyally guarding this pure land.

Growth is a slowly flowing stream. Quietly, we grow up. Beautiful sentences about growth

The boundless darkness in the distance gradually faded away, and the moonlight became the only guest in the countryside. The gift that this distinguished guest carries with him, besides silence and peace, is the sound of the stars. In fact, on such a night, the stream is tinkling and singing in the distance. Frogs croaked and Ying and the girl in clothes hummed a popular ditty. In a certain sense, they are all micromolecules of the world.

Your teachings are a beacon, guiding the direction; your encouragement is a sun, illuminating the future; your care is a stream, nourishing the heart. Dad, I will never forget your efforts. Today is your holiday. I wish you good health.

Teachers are the eternal fire, igniting the ideals in students’ hearts and igniting the hope in students’ hearts. A spark of fire can start a prairie fire. It gives students optimism in life, enthusiasm in learning, and passion for work. The existence of fire gives people unlimited teachers. You are a clear spring that flows through dense forests and mountains, through deep ditches and shallows, and will never dry up. Mountains cannot stop your flow, and heavy rain will only strengthen your body. Every time I read at night, it is to enrich myself; every time I read under the stars, it is to irrigate the fields of ignorance. The crystal clear mountain spring represents righteousness and always draws a clear line from dirty streams. You run endlessly in order to fulfill your lofty mission: to nourish every inch of land that is short of water.

The rain outside the window fell from the eaves like a mountain stream. When the wind blows, a few drops will drift in and fall on my body. I don’t want to close the window, because I want to feel the wash of the rain, and the longing like the rain...

Life is like a stream, which has experienced ups and downs and many dangers, and finally merges into a calm lake.

The sailing ship of trust carries us into the ocean of love, the stamens of tolerance accompany us to bathe in the fragrance of love, the bricks and tiles of understanding help us build the nest of love, and the stream of persistence helps us water the garden of love. My dear, I just want to protect you forever and love you forever.

Looking at the vast and unfathomable sea where the sky and water meet. Who has truly understood the vastness and profundity of the sea, and who has truly understood the magnanimity and majesty of the sea. Since ancient times, people have praised the sea because of its vastness. It is precisely because she accepts hundreds of rivers, collects small ones, and has a broad and open mind that thousands of streams converge to her, and surging rivers rush for her.

I am trying to make my habit of you disappear and slowly let go, just like a lonely stream that cannot flow into the sea where it should go, so let it dry up until it reaches the desert.

My love for you is as warm as a rose, but it never fades; my love for you is as bright as a diamond, but not exaggerated; my intention for you is as clear as a stream, and never dries up. Green Valentine's Day is here, giving you a green love that will never dry up, never wither, and is so exaggerated.

Follow the road up the mountain, facing the stream all the way. With the mountain top, the stream is sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, sometimes slow, sometimes rapid, and the sound of the stream also changes its tune from time to time. In the crystal clear stream, you can sometimes see lively, cute and energetic tadpoles!

Don’t learn from the bubbles and bustle of small streams, but learn from the endless diving of the sea.

People from afar, do you know that you are a gentle person who never grows old, a tenderness that I can’t let go of? Far away from the mountain, there is a stream like a clear spring, which I turn back and forth hundreds of times. Feelings, tied to the drifting in the water waves, who is playing for you, plucking the heartstrings in the hair, playing the heartbeat that makes it difficult to fall asleep, people in the distance, do you know that I am entrusting my love in the night? Gentle, if you receive it, please give your thoughts to the moonlight, and I will definitely receive it.

The trees on both sides of the gently rippling stream look like a farmer working hard at harvest, like a large hall hung with lanterns, and like a girl with a little blush on her face!

The sound of Jin Ge, the gurgling stream, the turbulent waves, roaring across the vast ocean

The cold winter has passed, the warm spring breeze blows to every corner, and spring is full of music. The seeds come to earth. She scattered the seeds into the forest, where the sweet songs of larks flew; she scattered the seeds into the stream, where the frogs croaked; she scattered the seeds on the grass, where the grass was filled with the light singing of crickets.

Winter is the most fun season, with snow in the mountains and ravines and thick ice in the streams and lakes. Ice skating, skiing and snowball fights are a great way to exercise your body and mind. Friends, don’t have fun and be sure to pay attention to safety. I wish you a safe, healthy and cheerful winter!

In the night, the beach glows with a hazy white light. Moist wind flows in the river beach. From time to time, clear splashing sounds can be heard in the stream; occasionally, from the forest guarding the river, one or two nightingales and the hoarse screams of disturbed cicadas can be heard. On the long beach, there are scattered figures of people enjoying the cool air. Or talk about farming; or pass on anecdotes and anecdotes; or speak in a strong local accent, "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousnesses"; or play the piano and sing the hometown Lu opera tune - "Qingming Festival on March 3rd"...

The stream is like the back of a bow, and the mountain road is like the string of a bow, so there is a slight difference between the distance and the distance.

The mountains are undulating, with some being high and some being low. As high as the clouds, as low as a bonsai created by a craftsman - one small bag after another. The mountain wall is straight, and the wind blows by, but it cannot blow away the cliff top rocks left by the strong wind. The ghosts crying and wolf howling that faded in and out in the distance, mixed with the echo of the stream at the bottom of the valley, were like a majestic symphony, deafening.

In my dream, there is a hill, a forest, a group of birds, a stream, a boat, a pavilion, a wheat field, a path, a blue sky, and a room. Warm house, there is you!

Miss Chun came to the grass and lifted the thick snow on the grass; she came to the small tree and put on new clothes for the small tree; she came to the creek and woke up the sleeping tree. stream; she came to the tree hole, knocked on the door and said: "Little Bear, come out and play! The air outside is very fresh!" She came to the pond again and said to the hibernating Frog Prince: "Wake up quickly, Wake up quickly, the little fish are waiting to play with you!" Miss Chun is very busy to wake up every wonderful sound - the sound of spring.

Only when flowers smile, can they have abundant fruits; when streams smile, can they have cool singing; only when the world smiles, can there be beautiful peace; only when life smiles can it have a happy journey. On World Smile Day, I wish you a sincere smile and a happy life.

Youth is not the warm and passionate golden sunshine, but the red sun that travels hard across thousands of mountains and rivers. Youth is not the green grass, but the great power that breaks through the resistance and stands out from the ground. Youth is not a clear gurgling stream, but an impassioned collection of bits and pieces.

Listening to the tinkling music of the stream is happiness; stopping at the elegant figure of the white clouds is comfort; appreciating the soft afterglow of the sunset is calmness; savoring the vastness of the sky is tolerance. World Tourism Day, travel happily, appreciate nature and experience life.

Memories are the beauty of life. They symbolize the sweet streams in the life that are gone in a hurry. They are always the quietness of sleeping soundly and the secrets in the heart; but at the same time, they are also the moments of angels and devils, sea blue and darkness. In the eyes, when the light disappears, the face can be seen clearly.