Poems about Jiuzhaigou 1. What poems describe Jiuzhaigou

1. Yaochi was born on earth, so it's worth laughing at an Xuexian. There is a road to heaven leading to Jiuzhai, and the fairyland is hovering.

2. Count the hundreds of pearls. Clouds are floating in the water near Maoan. A ditch with a strong pine forest and green eyes is full of beautiful sapphire blue. Fortunately, there is no Buddha chanting in the deep mountains, which coincides with the guests' poems. Jing Jia belongs to the literati generation, so I can earn some money by staying in Huazhang.

3. The peaks of the mountains on all sides reflect a narrow stream of clear water.

4. Shu Mountain has been called Emei since ancient times. How is Emei more strange than Jiuzhai? The waterfalls connected by the blue lake are stacked, and the fairyland of water, light and mountains is open.

5. Visit Jiuzhai in autumn, and the red leaves will blossom. The blue sea is full of colors, and the snow dances sword rocks. Take care of the fairyland, wandering step by step. Wave goodbye for a while, meet again.

the ancients didn't write it. Maybe it was a hard road, and no great poet had been there before. None of my poems are ancient poems, they are all written by modern people, but I don't know who wrote them.

2. What are the poems describing Jiuzhaigou

1\ Jiuzhaigou mountains and rivers, green mountains, green waters, green mountains, green mountains, green mountains, green mountains, green mountains, green mountains, green mountains, green mountains, lovely and colorful. The pearl beach of Nuorilang is like a white silk curtain. Jiuzhaigou Essay/Quietly Wenmo Snow Mountain, Haizi Waterfall, Grassland This is a beautiful land. Her beautiful and colorful style elegantly draws a vivid landscape picture, which is a magical paradise on earth-Jiuzhaigou water is the world's elves, criss-crossing lakes, waterfalls and waterfalls with different colors. Emerald, turquoise, blue, The colorful ink is full of agility and change. The mountain is the backbone of the world, majestic and abrupt. Ice condenses on the rocks to form a white snow-capped mountain like a golden pagoda-Xuebaoding's exclusive respect for the peaks makes people admire and are more eager to climb and conquer trees. In this world, the vast green and dense virgin forest hides a long history. Because of this, our life is immortal. The grassland is the hope of this world. The flowers bloom in Yuan Ye, and the wind blows and the grass smells wet. A plush carpet has been laid on the grassland to the sky, leaving the footprints of the Red Army's Long March. Cattle and sheep roam in the green. herdsman generations have thrived here and are fortunate to be the masters of "heaven". Beautiful mountains, beautiful water, beautiful trees and beautiful grass. The true feelings on earth are more beautiful. Let's walk into Jiuzhai and feel the selfless gift of nature.

the lake mirror changes with light, and the breeze makes the tree harp.

3. What are the famous sentences or poems describing "Jiuzhaigou"?

Poems describing Jiuzhaigou:

1.

Yaochi was originally on earth, so it is worth laughing at an Xuexian. There is a road to heaven leading to Jiuzhai, and the fairyland is hovering.

2.

Count the hundreds of pearls, and the flowing clouds are near the Maoan in the water. A ditch with a strong pine forest and green eyes is full of beautiful sapphire blue.

Fortunately, there is no Buddha chanting in the deep mountain, which coincides with the guests' poems. Jing Jia belongs to the literati generation, so I can earn some money by staying in Huazhang.

3.

The peaks of the mountains on all sides reflect a narrow stream of clear water.

4.

Shu Mountain was called Emei since ancient times. How is Emei more strange than Jiuzhai? The waterfalls connected by the blue lake are stacked, and the fairyland of water, light and mountains is open.

5.

When you visit Jiuzhai in autumn, the red leaves bloom. The blue sea is full of colors, and the snow dances sword rocks. Take care of the fairyland, wandering step by step. Wave goodbye for a while, meet again.

6.

The poem Jiuzhaigou by Xiao Cao, a modern poet, reads:

Looking at the colorful pools in the forest, fish swim in clouds and birds talk happily;

waterfalls come down on the face, and Jiuzhai mountains and rivers raise the sea and sky.

is a true interpretation of Jiuzhaigou.

7.

Jiuzhaigou, which has long been famous, is fortunate to be in the middle reaches of the village. The mountains and rivers are connected with the sky, and the gradient waterfall is different.

the blue waves reflect the snow, and the mountains are more secluded in the water. The spring flows through the mountains and the trees are surrounded by water, and the five colors are particularly beautiful.

8.

The shards of the magic mirror are scattered on the earth, and Haizi pearls are skillfully inlaid. The fairy tale world is famous for Jiuzhai, and Baigou holy water is accompanied by Fairy Mountain.

Poems of Jiuzhaigou

Text/Wang Jiucheng (male, born in Laiyang, Shandong Province in July 197. In 1989, he began to publish poems and essays. In 1994, he published a collection of prose poems, Blessing Year after Year. Now I am an editor of a magazine in Xi 'an)

On the way to Jiuzhai,

the thin road took over my gradually light body

and kept going up. Hold the belt of

cloud with the hand of Xuefeng, and look down at the overlap of roads with the eyes of the sky

The water of Minjiang River has not stopped for a moment, and it flows to a distant destination

far away from the heart

colorful and pure Haizi

The girl whose face is dyed red by the sun bears

the crystal inside the stone. Salute

Touched by every visitor

Deep tibetan songs is ringing in the ear

Thin oxygen is enough to breathe

The eagle is hovering and pecking, Make the patterns of clouds

more colorful

The sun stops hard

Yaks can easily find the poor Cordyceps sinensis

A slight cough can cut the heart and lungs

Just a piece of soil can

grow a house with wood

The rice from afar can gradually adapt to

the hardness of lack of oxygen

On this road to Jiuzhai < P > About Jiuzhaigou:

Jiuzhaigou is a world natural heritage, a national key scenic spot, a national AAAAA tourist attraction, a national nature reserve, a national geological park and a network of world biosphere reserves. It is the first nature reserve in China with the main purpose of protecting natural scenery.

Jiuzhaigou is located in Jiuzhaigou County, Aba Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan Province. It is located in the transition zone between the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the Western Sichuan Plateau and the Sichuan Basin. It is more than 3 kilometers away from Chengdu in the south. It is a ravine valley with a depth of more than 5 kilometers, with a total area of 64,297 hectares and a forest coverage rate of over 8%.

It is named after nine Tibetan villages, including Shuzheng Stockaded Village, Heye Village and Zechawa Village, which are located in this mountain lake group.

Jiuzhaigou National Nature Reserve mainly protects rare animals such as giant pandas and golden monkeys and their natural ecological environment.

There are 74 species of rare plants under state protection, 18 species of animals under state protection, and abundant paleontological fossils and ancient glacial landforms.

"Jiuzhai returns without looking at the water" is a true interpretation of Jiuzhaigou scenery.

There are 18 Haizi in springs, waterfalls, rivers and beaches, which constitute a colorful jade basin in Yaochi.

the six landscapes of Changhai, Jianyan, Nuorilang, Shuzheng, Zharu and Black Sea are distributed in a "Y" shape.

Cuihai, Diepu, Cailin, Xuefeng, Zangqing and Lan Bing are called "Six Wonders".

The magical Jiuzhai is known as the "fairy tale world" and the "king of waterscape".

affected by the earthquake, Jiuzhaigou scenic spot stopped receiving tourists on August 9, 217.

4. Poems and famous sayings about Jiuzhaigou

The mountains all around reflect a pool of clear water and narrow mouth, and there is a poem of Jiuzhaigou Group/Wang Jiucheng (male, born in Laiyang, Shandong Province in July 197.

In 1989, he began to publish poems and essays. In 1994, he published a collection of prose poems, Blessing Year after Year.

I am now the editor of a magazine in Xi 'an). On the way to Jiuzhai, the thin road took over my light body and kept going up. Holding the belt of the cloud with the hand of Xuefeng, overlooking the overlap of the road with the eyes of the sky, the water of Minjiang River has not stopped for a moment, running to a distant destination, far away from the heart, away from the colorful and pure girl whose face is dyed red by the sun, carrying the crystal inside the stone, or the mysterious spell that has not been opened.

The gift comes from tibetan songs, who is deeply touched by every visitor. The thin oxygen is enough to breathe the eagle hovering and pecking. Let the patterns of clouds become more colorful. The sun stops hard for yaks to easily find poor Cordyceps sinensis. Just cough and cut the heart and lungs. A piece of soil can grow a wooden house. The rice from far away slowly adapts to the hardness of hypoxia. On this road to Jiuzhai, I reached a height that many people can't reach in their lifetime. 2. Jiuzhai in the dead of winter is a warm sight for the snow on the roadside. I heard the flow. The thousand-year-old call of water is approaching the road step by step to the deep heart, and the peaks are coming from the height of lack of oxygen and entering the hinterland from modern to primitive. In an instant, I forgot my existence, and I was close to the bonfire at night and jumped into the wild pot. If there is fire, there will be a fiery heart, a dancing soul and a waterfall. Can you wake up the transparent wind of the phoenix resting in the water? In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village in which there was a Tibetan knife I lost. 3. After returning from Jiuzhai, I went to visit the Tibetan people's home and saw the matriarchal eagle hovering at the top of the sunset in the distance. Colorful prayer flags told the story of the wind, and the pious holy mountain shone with the eternal light. The roadside was full of prostrate figures, and the suffering of blood was hidden in the desolate pastoral snow. The white Hada handed out auspicious greetings to the collectors, waiting for the lofty sentiments of the collectors. In the boiled butter tea, the stove reflected the girl's face, and the highland barley wine bounced into my mundane heart. The legend of polyandry moved my aching nerves and the chanting on my head purified my dusty journey. I returned from the magical paradise and walked into the dignified people here. I called them brothers and sisters. The picture here is more like my dream. 4. Jiuzhaigou, which has passed through the late autumn, reflects the laurels of snow and ice and the splendid clothes of clouds in the blue water of this water warm by the sky and flames. The transparent fish grew up in the folk songs of the Millennium, and the Tibetan knives that they carried became dim due to the long-term loss. The fire of red leaves lit up the frosted poems flowing in Jiuzhaigou in autumn, waiting for familiar footsteps to knock on the wind leading to heaven. From afar, pious prayers came, and the Tibetan characters floating on the prayer flags washed away the dust scattered in the soul, and the water led by the horn conveyed clear information life between the stone and the sky. Dances aroused by a clear Buddha's light opening a bonfire gushed out of the bones, primitive and restless birds flapping their wings and dreaming white swans puzzled the water. The silver music was full of youthful wisdom. Walking through Jiuzhaigou in late autumn, all creatures would be cleaner than when they came. Personal introduction: Wang Jiucheng, Jiuzhaigou Group Poetry/Wang Jiucheng 1. On the way to Jiuzhai, the thin road took over my gradually lighter body and kept going up. Holding the belt of the cloud with the hand of Xuefeng, overlooking the overlap of the road with the eyes of the sky, the water of Minjiang River has not stopped for a moment, running to a distant destination, far away from the heart, away from the colorful and pure girl whose face is dyed red by the sun, carrying the crystal inside the stone, or the mysterious spell that has not been opened.

The gift comes from tibetan songs, who is deeply touched by every visitor. The thin oxygen is enough to breathe the eagle hovering and pecking. Let the patterns of clouds become more colorful. The sun stops hard for yaks to easily find poor Cordyceps sinensis. Just cough and cut the heart and lungs. A piece of soil can grow a wooden house. The rice from far away slowly adapts to the hardness of hypoxia. On this road to Jiuzhai, I reached a height that many people can't reach in their lifetime. 2. Jiuzhai in the dead of winter is a warm sight for the snow on the roadside. I heard the flow. The thousand-year-old call of water is approaching the road step by step to the deep heart, and the peaks are coming from the height of lack of oxygen and entering the hinterland from modern to primitive. In an instant, I forgot my existence, and I was close to the bonfire at night and jumped into the wild pot. If there is fire, there will be a fiery heart, a dancing soul and a waterfall. Can you wake up the transparent wind of the phoenix resting in the water? In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village in which there was a Tibetan knife I lost. 3. After returning from Jiuzhai, I went to visit the Tibetan people's home and saw the matriarchal eagle hovering at the top of the sunset in the distance. Colorful prayer flags told the story of the wind, and the pious holy mountain shone with the eternal light. The roadside was full of prostrate figures, and the suffering of blood was hidden in the desolate pastoral snow. The white Hada handed out auspicious greetings to the collectors, waiting for the lofty sentiments of the collectors. In the boiled butter tea, the stove reflected the girl's face, and the highland barley wine bounced into my mundane heart. The legend of polyandry moved my aching nerves and the chanting on my head purified my dusty journey. I returned from the magical paradise and walked into the dignified people here. I called them brothers and sisters. The picture here is more like my dream. 4. Jiuzhaigou, which has passed through the late autumn, reflects the laurels of snow and ice and the splendid clothes of clouds in the blue water of this water warm by the sky and flames. The transparent fish grew up in the folk songs of the Millennium, and the Tibetan knives that they carried became dim due to the long-term loss. The fire of red leaves lit up the frosted poems flowing in Jiuzhaigou in autumn, waiting for familiar footsteps to knock on the wind leading to heaven. The Tibetan prayer floating on the prayer flags in the distance washed away the dust scattered in the soul, and the water led by the horn conveyed clear information life between the stone and the sky, and the dance aroused by a clear Buddha's light opened the bonfire poured out of the bones, and countless original restless birds flapping their wings and dreaming white swans confused the water. The sparkling silver music was full of youthful wisdom. All the creatures who walked through Jiuzhaigou in late autumn would be cleaner than when they came.

5. A poem describing Jiuzhaigou's landscape

Wild Hope: One day, the autumn is cold and sunny, and countless peaks are far and near.

I went up the mountain to see wild water, but suddenly I saw green hills under the water. Luchai: there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.

where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss. "In the Mountain": The white stone in Jingxi comes out, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather.

there is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. "Stay in the Mountain": The light of the mountain makes the spring glow, and it is not for the sake of lightness.

even if it's sunny or cloudy.