1. Poems about describing beautiful scenes

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk

The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world

A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.

The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky connects to the water, the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun

Thousands of valleys are filled with the sounds of late afternoon music, and the peaks are silent in the setting sun

The meaning of floating clouds wandering around , the setting sun is an old friend’s love.

The sunset lingers on the ferry, and the lonely smoke rises in the ruins

The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains return alone in the distance

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the lonely city closes

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The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people?

There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

I like to sing odes at dusk, and the green mountains are illuminated by the setting sun (Ye Jianying)

The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the long sky

Mountain atmosphere The sun and sunset are beautiful, and the birds are flying back and forth.

The new moon has already given birth to birds, and the setting sun is setting in the west.

No one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos.

The old cow has paid off the hard work and lies on the slope of the grass gnawing at the sunset.

Outside the setting sun, jackdaws are swarming, and flowing water surrounds the isolated village.

Birdsong in the valley, trees in the valley, mountains shadowing the village in the sunset.

After the rain, the green curtains of the shop are covered with green curtains, and the sun sets among the mangrove trees in the remote village.

A stream of green water is filled with spring rain, half of the bank is clear of mountains and half of the setting sun.

The waterfall is dragging down thousands of rain, and the setting sun is clearing first.

The orchid leaves are lush in spring, and the osmanthus is bright and clear in autumn. (Zhang Jiuling)

The swallow grass is as green as silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. (Li Bai/Chun Si)

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands by the river are like the moon. (Meng Haoran/Autumn Denglan Mountain Posted Zhang Wu)

The lotus wind brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. (Meng Haoran)

Three hundred miles away from Jinghu Lake, there are lotus blossoms. (Li Bai)

In April, the south wind blows the barley yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen and the tung leaves are growing. (Li Qi) 2. Poems describing beauty

1. Graceful and graceful, light and self-possessed. Taste the unparalleled beauty, and rely on the allure of the city.

2. There is a beautiful woman who lives in an empty valley.

3. The handsome man talks with his own unique attitude, and the beautiful woman knows the end of the road with her giant eyes. Poems that describe beautiful people. How can a female husband be restrained when his corpse is in the palace of Yang Gong?

4. The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.

5. The wind is howling at night with broken hearts, and the eyes are filled with deep hatred. Tattooed Peng willingly accepts his age, drinking the sword, how can he be in Chu's tent?

6. Beautiful eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to the sky, the essence of literary brilliance, forgetting the vulgarity after seeing it.

7. Orioles and swallows bloom in spring, and the flowers and willows are real. Everything is charming, delicate and tender, 3. Poems describing beautiful scenery

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

(Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream") On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village") It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, it is always spring with a riot of purple and red.

("Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty) The flowers splash with tears when I feel the time, and the birds are frightened when they hate each other. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

――――Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon") Huang Si's mother's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.

(Du Fu: "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake") There are many towers in the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain.

――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three raindrops in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "West River Moon". 4. Poems about beauty (please provide, the more the better)

1) Its ten fingers are just like the sun giving trees and human souls.

It is too violent and too timid to tear down the cottage but cannot shake the green leaves - the bark, peeling off desire. The ugliness of human nature is like blood polluting the earth. When it blows, the dust rises.

(2) Like the snow in early winter, like the fog in the suburbs, like an acquaintance with a smile on his face but a hidden sharp edge. It has no real entity, but it has made monarchs of all ages really snort: wars continue.

(3) The flames were blown out, and there was darkness. O angry water, the waves washed away the land. Birth, old age, sickness and death, day after day. Will the weeds still grow when the spring breeze blows? The hero ends, the villain succeeds. Wind, wind, how many flames have been blown out! (4) The sky where it sat, the twilight was vast, and it blew through a happy and silent garden, oh, drying up the night.

And how many people are obsessed with the plot of flowers blooming along the twists and turns of the garden, predicting the tomorrow they are looking forward to "Looking at a Snow in Spring" and getting on the train to spring with a lot of money in mind. The sharp blade of the season ruthlessly scrapes away the restless buds, letting the ice crack. The little hands of winter stretch out to hold the hunting flag to chase a snow in spring. As long as you step on the equator of spring, a snow will be extremely precious. About spring The conversation with the snow flows freely in an instant. Snowflakes send out instructions in six directions, sending bursts of moist messages. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden late spring cold. Hold on to everyone's love and look up at the sky. The contact between the sky and the earth is fierce and pure. Walking down the slope of the seasons, what you are facing is what you are waiting for. Selected from "Everything". Everything is destiny. Everything is smoke. Everything is a beginning without an ending. Everything is a fleeting pursuit. All joy has no smile. All suffering has no tears. Everything. Language is repetition, all interactions are first encounters, all love is in the heart, all past events are in dreams, all hopes are accompanied by comments, all beliefs are accompanied by groans, all explosions are accompanied by a moment of tranquility, and all deaths have lengthy echoes· "Goodbye" "Farewell to Cambridge" I leave as quietly as I came here; I wave my hands gently and say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the river are the bride in the setting sun; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.

The green banana-plant on the soft mud sways gracefully under the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge, I would willingly be a waterweed! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams. Looking for a dream? Take a punt on a long wormwood stalk and row upstream to where the grass is ever greener, Load a whole boat of star glow and sing in the colorful star glow.

But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are also silent for me, silence is tonight's Cambridge! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud. "Nostalgia" When I was young, homesickness was like a small stamp. I was here, my mother was there. When I grew up, homesickness was a narrow boat ticket. I was here, the bride was there. Homesickness was a short grave. I am outside, my mother is inside, and now my homesickness is like a shallow strait. I am on this side of the mainland and on that side. The rays of sunshine on the water are one after another. How come it has not entered the dusk? The lights on the ground are one after another, why are they all gone into the night? The stars in the sky are shining one after another, why don't they all see the light of dawn? Our lives are passing day by day, so why are they becoming eternal? And when I left, what kind of weather was it like when I was picked up? Is it twilight or twilight? Is it the dark night? Is it the dawn? Geng Geng. 5. Famous quotes or poems about beauty

People are shaped according to the laws of beauty.

(Marx) People should not live like animals, but should pursue knowledge and virtue. (Dante) Beauty is universally pleasing without virtue of concept.

(Kant) People should be beautiful in everything. Including appearance, clothing, heart and thoughts.

(Chekhov) Beauty is everywhere, and only sincere and emotional people can discover it. (Rodin) Only the exchange of beauty can unite society, because it is related to something that is common to all people.

(Schiller) The image of beauty is rich and colorful, and beauty appears everywhere. There is a universal desire for beauty in human nature.

(Hegel) The beauty and purity of a person's appearance should be an expression of the beauty and purity of his heart. (Belinsky) Youth is an ordinary name. It is happy and beautiful, but it is also full of hard training.

(Gao Leji) Give me a beautiful soul, and my appearance will also be beautiful. The ideals that inspire me and always fill me with joy in life are truth, goodness and beauty.

My ambitions and ideals for my career are based on "truth" as the starting point, "goodness" as the process, and "beauty" as the ultimate goal. Anything worthy of being called an ideal must have an essence of goodness and beauty.

Shyness is some secret of nature, used to restrain indulgent desires; it obeys the call of nature, but is always in harmony with goodness and virtue. ●The beauty is attractive at first, but after three days at home, who will take another look at it? (Bernard Shaw) ●Vitality is beauty (William Blake) ●Dignity is the ultimate beauty, seriousness is bliss (William Watson) ●If you do not maintain a certain degree of strangeness, there will be no outstanding beauty (Williams) Bacon) ●It cannot be said that everything that is reasonable is beautiful, but everything that is beautiful is indeed reasonable (Germany) ●Sailed ships, heavily armed men and pregnant women with bulging bellies are the three most beautiful sights in the world (Jen Howe Er) ●All beautiful things have their deep connotations (Joseph Roux) ●Beautiful words are the brilliance of thoughts (Longinus) ●Only things that don’t worry us are beautiful (Wilde) ●Beauty, what? Is it beauty? There is an abundance of beauty in every interesting aspect of life.

However, beauty can neither satisfy hunger nor feed a family (Ma Elliott) ●Beauty has three elements: first, a kind of completeness or perfection, anything incomplete is ugly; The second is proper proportion or harmony; the third is vividness, so bright colors are recognized as beautiful (Thomas Aquinas) ●Beauty itself must be true (Germany) ●If truth is lost, beauty is also lost ( Soviet Union) ●Truth in beauty is more noble and profound than truth itself (France) ●Beauty is truth, truth is beauty (Keats) ●Beauty and truth are the same thing, which means that beauty itself must be true (Hegel) ●Beauty has the function and power to lead people to the good (Plato) ●The best can only be the most beautiful (Latin) ●Beauty is part of the standard vocabulary of goodness (Eliot) ●Beauty is good Another form (Péon) ●I have always believed that only kindness put into action can be called beautiful (Rousseau) ●Goodness is more valuable than beauty (Alla) ●Beauty is higher than good, and good is better than ugliness (Wilde) ●If you think that beauty is goodness, what a bizarre fantasy it is! (Tolstoy) ●Beauty is a kind of good, and it causes pleasure precisely because it is good (Aristotle) ??●All beautiful things on the earth come from the sun, and all beautiful things come from people (Plish) ●Do you think beauty and goodness are two completely different things? Don't you know that whatever is beautiful from a certain point of view is also good from that same point of view? (Socrates) ●Beauty is the smile of God, music is the voice of God (Lo. Ann Johnson) ●Beauty is the most complete thing we know, which includes the unattainable and mysterious goals of nature (Lo. Bu Riches) ●Beauty is a gift from God (Aristotle) ??●Beauty is a natural advantage (Plato) ●Beauty is not artificial, but inherent (Dickenson) ●Beauty! This is something that can only be seen with the eyes of the soul (Jouber) ●People who cannot recognize beauty in any nature just means that their hearts are defective (Germany) ●Beauty will be in the eyes of the gazer (Liu· Wallace) ●If eyes are born to gaze, beauty is the reason for her existence (Emerson) ●Everyone has the love of beauty ●Everything about a person should be beautiful: face, clothes, soul, Thought (Chekhov) ●Taking away the love of beauty from our hearts takes away all the charm of life (Rousseau) ●Human beings cannot live where flowers fade (France) ●Beauty lies in what has been touched and what has not yet been touched Creation in the field (Sey Daniel) Author: The most talented woman 2007-4-1 02:34 Reply to this statement------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ------ 3 Replies: Quotes and poems with the word "beautiful" ●Although perfection is unattainable, it is worth pursuing (Lo Buchanan) ●Beauty is strange. It is something that the artist forges out of the noise of the world and the suffering of his own soul (Maugham) ●To create true beauty, one must possess the skills of a master (Jo. Dryden) ●To devote one's life to beauty is better than to sacrifice one's life to bread. Life is much happier (Emerson) ●Only those with good talents can recognize and enthusiastically pursue beautiful things (Democritus) ●Pursue beauty without blaspheming beauty, this kind of love is legitimate (Democritus) Virtue ●Virtue never grows old (UK) ●Nothing is as high as virtue (UK) ●Virtue is a priceless treasure (UK) ●The beauty of the soul is worse than the golden belt ●Only the soul can make people noble (France) ●Happiness is not the goal in life, virtue is is the yardstick (USA) ●Life is short, only virtue can spread it to distant future generations (UK) ●Beauty is gone, but virtue will last forever (Hungary) ●The life of a person with a pure heart is full of happiness and joy (Russia) ●Follow Acting virtuously can reduce anxiety even if it does not increase happiness (France) ●Losing virtue means losing everything (Europe) ●Virtue should be respected even if it wears ragged clothes (Germany) ●Virtue is like a famous fragrance, which is stronger when broken (Europe) Bacon) ●Virtue is both praised and hated, people run away from it because it is always so cold, and in this world you have to keep a little warmth after all (Diderot) ●Extreme vices and extremes Virtue is as certain to be killed as absolute evil (UK) ● Virtue is an act against the will, which may be possible. 6. About beautiful poems

You are April in the world

- a praise of love

Lin Huiyin

I said You are the April day in the world;

The sound of laughter lights up the surrounding wind; the lightness

dances and changes in the glory of spring.

You are the mist in the April morning,

The wind blows softly at dusk, the stars are shining inadvertently, and the fine raindrops are sprinkled on the flowers. forward.

That lightness, that Tingting, you are, Xianyan

You wear the crown of flowers, you are

Innocence, solemnity, you are every night The moon is full.

The goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like fresh

The green with the first buds, you are soft and joyful

The water is floating with the expectation of your dreams White lotus in the middle.

You are the flowers blooming on the trees, and the swallows

whispering between the beams,

——You are love and warmth,

It is hope, you are April in the world!

A poem by Sha Yangnola

Xu Zhimo

The most tender thing is the gentleness of bowing his head,

Like a water lotus. The shyness of the cool breeze,

A word of treasure, a word of treasure,

There is sweet sorrow in that word of treasure——

Sayang Nala! 7. Beautiful poems describing natural landscapes

"Ambition":

One day in the autumn scenery, there were countless peaks far and near in the clear bay.

I went up the mountain to see the wild water, and suddenly I saw green mountains under the water.

"Lu Chai":

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

"In the Mountain":

White rocks emerge from Jingxi, and the weather is cold and red leaves are scarce.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.

"A Guest in the Mountains":

The scenery of the mountains brings out the brilliance of spring, so don't be tempted to return home because of the light shade.

Even if it is sunny and cloudy without rain, my clothes will still be stained deep in the clouds.

"Staying on the Jiande River":

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.

"Passing through an old friend's village"

An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. Green trees border the village,

Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.

"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

"Mountain Travel"

Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.

From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. (Du Fu's "Wang Yue")

The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. (Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village")

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")

The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. (Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine")

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai)

The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lone sail is approaching the sun - "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the daytime, and the north wind blows the geese and snow. (Gao Shi: "Farewell to Dong Da")

The white emperor's farewell speech was among the colorful clouds, and the thousand miles of rivers and mountains were returned in one day. (Li Bai: "Early Departure from Baidi City") 8. Verses praising beautiful homes

1. Countless beauties of home Author: Xiao Feng Modern smiles, weeping willows, blue water, rippling reeds reflecting the sun. Such pink lotus leaves, pure lotuses, enchanting coconuts in the south, fiery red maple leaves, crisp bamboo forests, intertwined rattans, stone railing bridges where lovers gather, gorgeous and charming sunflowers, plum blossom piles in martial arts, big and small "naughty boys" with bright smiles Countless beauty, endless praise of beauty. There are birds singing and fragrance of flowers everywhere. Poetry and picturesqueness everywhere. That is my beautiful and lovely century lakeside home. 2. Beautiful home - Sansha. Author: Gao Shiming. There is a beautiful city in the South China Sea of ??modern motherland. The name is Sansha.

Fishermen have been plowing the sea for generations, catching shrimp year after year. Thousands of miles away from Changsha, thousands of miles away from the stone pond, Sansha fishermen’s lovely home.

Sansha City, the Pearl of Hainan, according to a detailed search in the road book, the Chinese people were the first to discover business, sailing in the wind and waves to fight the ends of the earth. The South China Sea is the sea of ??ancestors, and the ironclad facts prove it.

The sea and sky are the same color in Sansha City, and the corals on the seabed are like a dream, colorful and dazzling, and the clusters are like blooming flowers. The unique and steep coral reef forest is so lifelike that everyone praises it.

In the verdant Sansha City, coconut trees have been cultivated by fishermen for centuries. Greening the home has turned the sandbank into an oasis, and there are rows of large shady trees and fruit trees.

The palmetto grass solidifies the sand and protects the shore, and the green barrier blooms with flowers all year round. In Sansha City, a paradise for birds, thousands of seabirds hover in the sky and catch flying fish that fly out of the water.

The red-footed boobies fight against wind and waves and are called "navigation birds" by fishermen because they have precise positioning capabilities. Sansha City is on the blue waves, and there are precious seafood under the waves.

Turtles, sea urchins, the longevity star of the ocean and the king of shellfish, Tridacna are delicious. Seahorse is a valuable Chinese patent medicine and one of the eight treasures of sea cucumber in the world.

Sansha is a vibrant city with rapid infrastructure development.

Solar street lights illuminate the island one after another, and residential buildings are occupied one after another.

The desalination and sewage treatment of power stations was completed, and hospitals, schools, banks and supermarkets were built. The rich and beautiful Sansha waters have attracted covetous attention from countries within and outside the region.

The disciples fought with three sands of sand and swords to show their determination to defend sovereignty and build a great sea wall thousands of miles away on the vast ancestral South China Sea islands and reefs. Sansha is a place with coconut breeze and blue sea. Every Monday morning, the sun shines on the 200 square kilometers of sea. Sansha people gather under the flagpole and sing the national anthem. The five-star red flag flies high in the sea of ??ancestors.

3. Beautiful Home, Xinyang Author: Bishui Photo Modern I am a laboring swallow. I was born in the north of the Yangtze River. I grew up in the north of the Yangtze River. Looking at the vast plains and the beautiful mountains and rivers, it is It is my beautiful home. I am a laboring swallow. I grow up on both sides of the Huaihe River. Every day, I fly gracefully over the rice fields and wheat fields. I take a sip of water from Nanwan. I taste the sweetness of the cherries on Jigong Mountain again. I am a laboring swallow. I live on both sides of the Huaihe River. Here are the fragrant lotus roots. Here are the emerald green tea gardens. The boys here are hardworking and talented. The girls here are as beautiful as spring flowers. I am a laboring swallow. I was born in the northern country of the south of the Yangtze River. I grew up in the northern country. The dark clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, please don't cover the poet's keen heart. Wind and rain, please don't wet the painter's clear eyes. I need them so much. I need them to use their vivid poems and their charming paintings to bring this beauty. Rendering 4. Beautiful green home Author: Wang Ping said: The modern autumn sun is shining slantingly, the white clouds are far away under the blue sky and the mountains are indigo, the space is quiet, the water is full of greenery, and the most affectionate hope surges in the bottom of my heart to watch for a beautiful green home. How many warm dreams are in sight, how many heart-warming heartstrings are stirring in the long autumn sky, a vibrant and dense coconut grove, the golden footprints of childhood are quietly flowing in the depths, and the clear water holes are open, and the rippling green pools are in groups. The white geese are dancing gracefully, the egrets returning in groups from afar are passing through the green fields and country roads in the autumn of South China. The scarlet cars are carrying the lingering nostalgia, and the busy people on the road are following the contented passers-by. They are full of murmuring local accents that have been polished by the years. , filled with ancient legends, the cigarettes of our fathers, the quiet and lively hometown of rice, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, find tranquility here 5. Confession: My Home Author: Chen Yu In modern times, with the green mountains as the background, the tranquility of the years is sprinkled with a few thin wisps of cooking smoke, Quietly holding the winding and deep stone road, my home is nestled deep in the mountains. My ancestors and the village are breathing happily. White cranes are flying in the mountains, perched in the river bend. The distance of a bird's chirping is enough for me to walk on the journey of my whole life. Walking in the dirt, the black oily mud emerges between the bare feet. I feel the coolness and warmth. This is due to the love for home and the true caress of the earth. Sunlight and rain often make crops pregnant without making a sound. They are like a The ignorant daughter, with a big belly, said to the village: I have the cycle of seasons. A rain and a few patches of sunshine are enough to make the rice and corn drunk and they faint in my home, pursuing the fragrance of the earth and the light of ideal life. From ravine to ravine, from cottage to cottage, every trace of greenery is the most beautiful scenery. Although my home is kind-hearted, it is not rich, but it is full of happiness and hope.