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2 The towering incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is filled with golden armor

3 The air is fresh on March 3, and there are many beauties by the water in Chang'an

4 Secretly heard songs Blow the sound and you will know it is Chang'an Road

5 Hundreds of thousands of houses are like a chess board, and the twelve streets are like vegetable patches

6 The nine heavens open the palace, and the clothes and hats of all nations are worshiped

7 The Wei River receives dusk rain, and there are many new rivers everywhere. The palaces and gardens are surrounded by bright mountains, and the cloud forests bring a green sky

8 The wind dances, the locust flowers fall into the ditch, and the Zhongnan mountain scenery enters the city in autumn

9 Chang'an Avenue is connected to narrow evil, green ox and white horse seven-scented carriage

10 Chang'an is like spring returning after snow, and the accumulated elements are condensed and even the dawn is shining

11 Selling wine on Chang'an Street, once The building is a hundred feet high

12 Chang'an Jiucheng Road, Qili Wuhou's house

13 Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opened on the top of the mountain

2. Poems and famous sayings about the beauty of moonlight or the world

I will give you two sample essays, the second one will be better:

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The rain was so fragile that it hurt but did not speak

The tears fainted and the concern blurred into a picture

——Nan Quan’s mother "You are not like her"

I stood in front of my grandma’s grave, looking at the vicissitudes of face in the photo, and my eyes couldn’t help but moisten. The harsh winter wind blew across my face, and the biting coldness spread into my heart. I looked up at the sky. The moon had come out early, and the moonlight quietly shone on my grandma's tomb. I looked at the soft moonlight and couldn't help but be stunned. "It's time to go, otherwise it will be too late to go back." I nodded.

The car moved forward, and I looked out the window at the scenery rapidly moving backwards. At this time, the moonlight came against the wind, as if it was caressing my face gently. The familiar voice seemed to ring in my ears, "Shake, shake, shake to Grandma Bridge..." Grandma, are you looking at me? I became more and more sleepy and slowly fell asleep leaning against the car window.

The waxing moon is shining brightly, I lie down and look at the memories of the waves.

The floating sea is vast, and I look for the shadows of flowers in the morning.

"Little sister, get up, we're at the terminal!" I opened my eyes drowsily and saw everyone in the bus getting off, so I quickly followed. The sky gradually darkened, and I looked at the unfamiliar environment around me, anxiously wondering where was this place? I looked at the station sign, and it turned out that I had slept past the station.

"On a night when the flowers are full and the moon is full, two hearts love each other and are happy. On this night when the flowers are full and the moon is full, lovers come in pairs."

——Inscription

Moonlight, Gently, gently, like a wisp of breeze squeezing in through the crack of the door; like a mother's hands caressing her child; like a veil on an angel's body. The surroundings were quiet and quiet, and I seemed to hear my own "pounding" heartbeat. There is no hustle and bustle of the world, no worldly worries, only my own tranquility.

The moonlight is soft, soft, like newly washed satin, like the dripping skin of a baby. At this time, the clear light falling from the high-rise buildings, the orange lights slipping out of the small windows, and the elegant moonlight formed a wonderful work. No wonder even the great poet Li Bai wanted to "raise a glass to the bright moon". The clear moon calmed the pain, fatigue and anger and made them fall asleep; the moonlight dissolved the hatred, desire and incomprehension and made them disappear. The moonlight made the arrogance of the successful and the inferiority of the loser at the same time. In a dream, it has a tolerant heart!

Ancient literati also had different views on the moon.

"The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment", then regard the moon as a close friend.

I hope you will be satisfied!

3. What are the ancient poems about "keeping inner peace and staying away from the hustle and bustle"

1. "Drinking·Five"

Wei and Jin Tao Yuanming

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

2. "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.

The only one I never tire of seeing is Jingting Mountain.

3. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"

Wei and Jin Dynasties Tao Yuanming

Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

I don’t regret the stain on my clothes, but my wishes are true.

4. "The Fisherman"

Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty

When the harvest pole falls, it shines red, and the autumn wind turns into a hibiscus.

The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo.

5. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 2"

Wei and Jin Dynasties Tao Yuanming

There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.

The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, people came and went in the market, wearing grass.

When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

I am often afraid of the arrival of frost and sleet, and the trees will be scattered like grass.