1. Poems about Anhua (what are the poems about Hunan)

Poems about Anhua (what are the poems about Hunan) 1. What are the poems about "Hunan"

1. Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Plum Blossom"

In March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as water.

No one sees the sound of the Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge

2. Tang Dynasty: Liu Shang's "Following Yang Yange to Send Brother Off to the South"

Sai Hong's voice cannot fly, and he marches southward all day long. The desert is poor, overcast and cold.

It is impossible to live in peace even if we fly apart. As spring passes and autumn comes, I am sick of the years, and the Jibeiguan Mountain in Hunan is in trouble.

Hu Tianxue flies thousands of miles. Spend the night with thousands of Han families. When you go to live, you should have more feelings about the two places.

The movements of east and west change over the years. How is the custom of Nanzhou? I send letters early when the geese return in spring.

3. Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen's "Send Off the King to the South on Eleventh Day"

At the end of the day, the water is flowing in the summer, and in the evening there is a village on the bank. The wind is full of black tail strength, and I am nostalgic for Yu Fangzun.

The clothes are untied in an instant, and the sail of the expedition has been turned over. The finless porpoise surges with high waves, and the maple trees shake away their souls.

Far away from the garrison, the couple is parked, and it is dusk in the foggy continent and Zhuhutun. A few degrees away from the heart, suddenly like a cold temperature.

This farewell letter will not last long, so I am worried about sitting here. I have left a stone that is hard to turn around, and you have no roots in the clouds.

The moon is thousands of miles south of Hunan, and there are three sounds of apes on the mountain. Since then, I have been dreaming of you, Xiang and Yuan every night.

4. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Swallows Come in the Boat"

When guests from Hunan travel through the spring, the swallows hold mud twice in their mouths.

I used to come to my hometown to know the Lord, but now I am seeing people from afar.

How pitiful it is to live in a nesting room everywhere, so fluttering and caressing this body.

For a moment, the rafters of the boat are still up, and the flowers and towels are soaked in water.

5. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Upstairs"

The sky and the earth are scratching one's head, and white jade hairpins are frequently picked out. Huang Yu's three poles are in the north, and his body is in the south and south of Hunan.

Being in love with the palace is exhausting, and I am ashamed of Qi Nan in terms of talent. It is difficult to save oneself in chaos, and in the end we will be the old Xiangtan.

2. Famous verses about black tea

1. Author of black tea: Chizi Modern black tea is red when brewed, so red that it turns black, like the boundless night sky sinks in the red color of doomsday Collapse I walked into the deep mountains and rainforests of the southwest. The mushrooms grew wildly, covering the Asian elephants and green peacocks. They covered the girls wearing sexy national costumes with exposed skin. They covered the quiet lives and hidden villages. The world will not collapse. What collapses is that there are people who can live. Use machines to chop mushrooms, shoot Asian elephants and green peacocks, and take naked ethnic girls out of the mountains. I don't yearn for the ocean. I'm afraid of the deep, silent, inescapable confined space. The despair of being suffocated but unable to die is growing bit by bit. In the time, the black tea suddenly accumulates and accumulates countless life wounds. One sip can flow to the soles of the feet. People finally find the lonely village in the taste. Loneliness is the excuse for the comfort of the forgotten. Forgetting is a common trick of the world. Southwest. To die and the world to be reborn 2. Old Black Tea Author: Luo Gu Modern Old Black Tea Every serving of Old Black Tea has a colorful story. First of all, it is the heavy past of time soaking in the mountains and fields, hard work, stir-frying, and fireworks. They will stay in a pool of water. The color is pure and the fragrance is broken. 3. Black Tea·Pumpkin Author: Ai Hu Modern Boil a pot of black tea and the water will fill the Jinshan Mountain. Waiting for the green trees and green mountains in my hometown to start to stir in the March spring rain. When it gets hot, the clear water overflows. I see through the tightness of the tea bricks, the ups and downs of the branches and leaves, the tea forest, the deep green and verdant scenery, the wildness of a person, the choir of birds, the fragrance of tea, the rhyme of tea. It seems that there is an old house and a slippery grassy slope beside me. The mud puddle is covered with pumpkin vines, and the golden trumpet of pumpkin flowers blows, which makes my heart itch. I want to steam another bowl of big pumpkin in the misty little world, kneading this leisure and preciousness together, pink and sweet, nourishing 4. Green flames ——Zhi'anhua Black Tea Author: Li Dingxin The deposits of modern history are accumulating thicker and thicker. The ancient Meishan fermented over the years and heated up rapidly. It was a thin piece of black lightning called Qujiang. It ignited the dew-bearing spiritual grass. The green flame spread rapidly. The water is boiling, and bursts of fragrance rise from the mountains and rivers, gradually filling the land of China with fireworks. 5. Anhua Black Tea Author: Lu Junying Modern tea drinkers like to craft tea art and enjoy the cup with those who understand tea. The poetry that is in full swing about Taoism will infuse the rosy clouds into a cup of tea, and the magic of Zen's great spiritual power and mysteries will be taken. Fairies will be invited to boil water and make tea from the source of mountain springs. The fragrant tea soup will be surrounded by clouds in the mountains, attracting literati who understand the meaning of tea deeply. The poet and the swordsman, the boxer and the mountains, the barbarian and the wasteland, sit over tea and speak eloquently, or those who are excellent in martial arts write beautiful and peaceful poems about black tea. They can taste it first and speak of the wonderful beauty of tea. The scholar bows down, the poet forgets to return, and the tea lover is happy and happy. Hua Black Tea will definitely be able to sign orders all over the world. This poem has entered the black tea collection. In such a legendary event, Anhua's tea status will lead the poetry.

3. Poems about the word "East"

1. "East" windy night blooms thousands of flowers on the trees, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. "The Blue Jade Case on New Year's Eve" by Xin Qiji

2. The sun rises on the "east" side and rains on the west side. There is no clear sky but there is sunshine. "Bamboo Branch Poems" Liu Yuxi

3. Picking chrysanthemums under the "east" fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. " Drinking" Tao Yuanming

4. When the great river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and the romantic figures of the ages. "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" Su Shi

5. The spring trees in Weibei, the sunset in the "east" of the river Yun. "Recalling Li Bai in the Spring" by Du Fu

6. "East" returns to Yan from the sea, and the geese coming from the south fall to the sand. "Qianqiu Suiyin" Wang Anshi

7. Flowers The flowers and flowers bloom at the right time, and it always depends on the "East" monarch. "Business Operator" Yan Rui)

8. "East" Fenghua outside the small red building, Nanpu Mountain's eyebrows are full of sorrow.

9 .It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the "east" wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. "Untitled" Li Shangyin

10. The rustling "east" wind and drizzle are coming, and there is light thunder outside Furong Pond. "Untitled" Li Shangyin

4. Chinese poet and calligrapher: Chen Guxiong is from Anhua

Chen Guxiong (born in 1973), male, Han nationality.

Founded by: (1) China Online Media Publishing House, President: Chen Guxiong (2) China Online Book Publishing House, President: Chen Guxiong. (3) China Network Media Publishing House President: Chen Guxiong.

Chen Guxiong: Taking his father’s surname Chen, he had thirty-six strategies: build a plank road in the open and cross Chen Cang secretly. , Gu Xiong: There is an old saying: Gu Xiong is a hero for a lifetime.

Xiong: Origin of the word: (1) Excerpted couplet: Since ancient times, heroes have suffered many hardships; there have always been dandies and great men. (2) Jin Yong's ancient chivalrous masterpiece "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is also known as: Chen Xingshu, Chen Shuhua, Chen Aishi, Chen Zhongguo, Chen Zhenlong.

A native of Anhua, Hunan. A famous contemporary Chinese poet and Chinese poet and calligrapher.

Author of poems and lyrics, author of poems and couplets. In April 2012, he began to publish works on websites such as "Poetry Online", "Jiujiu Articles Network", "Under the Apple Tree", "Mist and Rain", "Hunan Writers Network", "International Art World" and other websites.

Works: poems "Moonline", "Seven Fairies Looking for Plum Blossoms", "Peony Wealth"; poems "Love Yiyi", "Dancing Again on the Beach", "West Lake. Drunk"; poems "Leaving" I am your helpless choice"; couplets "Rich China", "Snow Country Beauty", "Dream Fate", "Love Type", "True Rain", "Rich China", "Chen Sun", "Classic Beauty", "Emperor of Qin", "The Queen of Generals", "The Wise Emperor", "Ode to Emperor Kangxi", "Liu Bang in the Marketplace", "Hero of the Song Dynasty", "The Genius Genghis Khan".

5. Beautiful words in a composition describing hometown: 10 beautiful sentences: 5 beautiful paragraphs: 2 hometown<

Beautiful and melodious national songs attract more and more people. Join it and become the beautiful scenery of the entire Dianhongyuan Square, flying in the sky.

Thousands of ancient trees grow around the square, but the ancient trees are already showing great vitality. Suddenly, the sun was about to sink into the top of the mountain in the west. It was very beautiful, and it reminded me of the door of my grandma's house in the countryside. As if I wanted to go home, those green mountains all came to the square invariably.

Some old people are walking, some are children. This is a harmonious painting, and the square becomes lively.

It is still the Bird Square. I heard a few birds chirping. Some of the green trees looked like galloping horses, some looked like clouds, and even old people. What caught my eye was that It’s a spacious square, regardless of adults! Some young people were playing badminton leisurely in the square, some were like smoke, leaving behind beautiful clouds, and some were chatting, beautiful and graceful, so uncomfortable. These ancient trees transplanted from the countryside were tall and straight. At this moment, some people were flying kites with their grandsons, and dancers gathered around the center of the square, even though the sunshine in early spring was not very strong yet.

Some middle-aged women started dancing in the square. At this time, the children were playing together in groups.