1. Poems about Jiuzhaigou Waterfall

Poems about Jiuzhaigou Waterfall 1. Poems and famous sayings about Jiuzhaigou

The mountains on all sides reflect a narrow pool of clear water. The oral flow also includes "Jiuzhaigou Poems" written by Wang Jiucheng (male, born in Laiyang, Shandong in July 1970.

He began to publish poems and prose in 1989. In 1994, he published a collection of prose poems "Blessings Every Year".

Currently an editor of a magazine in Xi'an) 1. The wasting away on the road to Jiuzhaigou took over my gradually lighter body and kept going upwards. Holding the belt of the cloud with the hand of the snow peak, looking down at the overlapping roads with the eyes of the sky. The water of the Minjiang River never stops for a moment, rushing towards the distant destination, far away from the soul, far away from the colorful and pure sea, whose face is dyed red by the sun. The girl is carrying the crystal inside the stone, or the mysterious spell that has not been consecrated.

The touching tributes from every tourist. The profound Tibetan songs are ringing in the ears. The thin oxygen is enough to breathe. The eagles are circling and pecking, making the patterns of the clouds more colorful. The sun is struggling to stop and the yaks are relaxing. I found the poor Cordyceps sinensis, coughed lightly and cut my heart and lungs. A wooden house can grow from any piece of soil. The rice from far away slowly adapted to the hardness of the lack of oxygen. On this road to Jiuzhaigou, I arrived at a place that many people cannot reach in their lifetime. The height reached 2. Jiuzhai in late winter. When the snow on the roadside warms my eyes, I hear the pouring of flowing water. The call of thousands of years is approaching deep in my heart step by step. The road is getting closer and more twists and turns, and peaks are coming towards my face. Entering from the height of lack of oxygen. The hinterland entered the primitive from modern times, and in an instant I forgot my own existence. The bonfire was approaching at night, and the wild Guozhuang was dancing. When there was fire, there was a fiery heart, there was dancing, there was dancing soul. The jumping waterfall, can it awaken the phoenix resting in the water? Transparent The wind may dance the sleeping dragon on the peak. In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village. In that ancient village, there was a Tibetan knife that I lost. 3. After returning from Jiuzhaigou, I visited the Tibetan people’s homes and saw it from a distance. The matrilineal eagle hovers on the mountain top of the setting sun. The colorful prayer flags tell the wind of piety. The holy mountain shines with ageless light. The roadside is dotted with prostrate figures. The suffering of blood is hidden in the desolate pastoral song. The snow-white Hada hands out auspicious greetings. The passion of home awaits. The girl's face is reflected red by the stove in the boiling butter tea. The highland barley wine bounces into my mortal heart. The legend of polyandry stirs my painful nerves. The chanting of sutras placed above my head purifies me. A dusty journey, returning from a magical paradise, walking into dignity from fairy tales, the people here I call brothers and sisters, the pictures here are more like my dreams 4. Walking through the Jiuzhaigou Valley in late autumn, the waters warmed by the sky and flames are blue. The water reflects the laurels of ice and snow and the gorgeous clothes of clouds. The transparent fish has grown up in the folk songs of thousands of years. The Tibetan knife on my back has gradually dimmed due to long-term loss. The fire of red leaves reflects the autumn of Jiuzhaigou. The poems of the flowing frost. Waiting for the familiar footsteps to knock on the door to heaven. The wind brings devout prayers from afar. The Tibetan scriptures floating on the prayer flags wash away the dust scattered in the soul. The waters led by the horns are passed between the stones and the sky. The clear message of life is opened by a clear Buddha light. The dance stirred up by the bonfire surges out of the original restlessness in the bones. Countless bird wings flap and dreamy white swans confuse the water's ripples. Silver music is full of ageless wisdom. Walking through the late autumn All creatures in Jiuzhaigou will be cleaner than when they came. Personal introduction: Wang Jiucheng, Jiuzhaigou Poetry Group/Wang Jiucheng 1. On the road to Jiuzhaigou, the thin road took over my gradually lighter body and went upward.

Holding the belt of the cloud with the hand of the snow peak, looking down at the overlapping roads with the eyes of the sky. The water of the Minjiang River never stops for a moment, rushing towards the distant destination, far away from the soul, far away from the colorful and pure sea, whose face is dyed red by the sun. The girl is carrying the crystal inside the stone, or the mysterious spell that has not been consecrated.

The touching tributes from every tourist. The profound Tibetan songs are ringing in the ears. The thin oxygen is enough to breathe. The eagles are circling and pecking, making the patterns of the clouds more colorful. The sun is struggling to stop and the yaks are relaxing. I found the poor Cordyceps sinensis, coughed lightly and cut my heart and lungs. A wooden house can grow from any piece of soil. The rice from far away slowly adapted to the hardness of the lack of oxygen. On this road to Jiuzhaigou, I arrived at a place that many people cannot reach in their lifetime. The height reached 2. Jiuzhai in late winter. When the snow on the roadside warms my eyes, I hear the pouring of flowing water. The call of thousands of years is approaching deep in my heart step by step. The road is getting closer and more twists and turns, and peaks are coming towards my face. Entering from the height of lack of oxygen. The hinterland entered the primitive from modern times, and in an instant I forgot my own existence. The bonfire was approaching at night, and the wild Guozhuang was dancing. When there was fire, there was a fiery heart, there was dancing, there was dancing soul. The jumping waterfall, can it awaken the phoenix resting in the water? Transparent The wind may dance the sleeping dragon on the peak. In this fairy tale world, I saw an ancient village. In that ancient village, there was a Tibetan knife that I lost. 3. After returning from Jiuzhaigou, I visited the Tibetan people’s homes and saw it from a distance. The matrilineal eagle hovers on the mountain top of the setting sun. The colorful prayer flags tell the wind of piety. The holy mountain shines with ageless light. The roadside is dotted with prostrate figures. The suffering of blood is hidden in the desolate pastoral song. The snow-white Hada hands out auspicious greetings. The passion of home awaits. The girl's face is reflected red by the stove in the boiling butter tea. The highland barley wine bounces into my mortal heart. The legend of polyandry stirs my painful nerves. The chanting of sutras placed above my head purifies me. A dusty journey, returning from a magical paradise, walking into dignity from fairy tales, the people here I call brothers and sisters, the pictures here are more like my dreams 4. Walking through the Jiuzhaigou Valley in late autumn, the waters warmed by the sky and flames are blue. The water reflects the laurels of ice and snow and the gorgeous clothes of clouds. The transparent fish has grown up in the folk songs of thousands of years. The Tibetan knife on my back has gradually dimmed due to long-term loss. The fire of red leaves reflects the autumn of Jiuzhaigou. The poems of the flowing frost. Waiting for the familiar footsteps to knock on the door to heaven. The wind brings devout prayers from afar. The Tibetan scriptures floating on the prayer flags wash away the dust scattered in the soul. The waters led by the horns are passed between the stones and the sky. The clear message of life is opened by a clear Buddha light. The dance stirred up by the bonfire surges out of the original restlessness in the bones. Countless bird wings flap and dreamy white swans confuse the water's ripples. Silver music is full of ageless wisdom. Walking through the late autumn All the creatures in Jiuzhaigou will be cleaner than when they arrived.

2. When you appreciate the waterfalls in Jiuzhaigou, which poem will you think of?

1.

The Yaochi is originally in the human world, making ordinary people like An Xuexian laugh.

There is a road leading from heaven to Jiuzhaigou, where the fairyland can be wandered.

2.

Count the hundreds of pearl pools, and the flowing clouds are in the water near the thatched hut.

A ditch of dense pine forest, eyes full of quiet sapphire blue.

Fortunately, there are no Buddhist chants in the depths of the mountain, so it happens that the guests are chatting about poetry.

Jing Jia belongs to the literati generation, so he can earn some money by keeping his splendid medals.

3.

The peaks of mountains on all sides reflect a pool of clear water with a narrow mouth.

4.

Shushan Mountain has been called Emei since ancient times. How is Emei more special than Jiuzhaigou?

Green lakes are connected by waterfalls, and the water and mountains are like a fairyland.

5.

Visiting Jiuzhaigou in golden autumn, the red leaves are more beautiful than the flowers.

The blue sea is full of colors, and the wind and snow dance on the sword rocks.

Looking around is the fairyland, wandering step by step. Waving goodbye, we meet again.

6.

Modern poet Xiao Cao's poem "Jiuzhaigou":

Looking at the colorful ponds and colorful ponds, fish swim in the clouds and birds sing happily;

The waterfalls are falling on your face, and the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhaigou are rising into the sea and sky.

It is a true interpretation of Jiuzhaigou.

7.

I have heard about the famous Jiuzhaigou Valley for a long time, and now I am lucky enough to find it in the middle reaches of the village.

The mountains and rivers are connected to the sky, and the gradient waterfalls flow in a unique way.

The blue waves reflect the snow, and the mountains look more secluded in the water.

The springs flow in the mountains, and the water surrounds the trees, and the five colors are very beautiful.

8.

The magic mirror fragments are scattered in the world, and Haizi pearls are skillfully inlaid.

The fairy tale world is called Jiuzhaigou, and the holy water of Baigou accompanies the fairy mountain.

3. Ask experts to write a modern poem about the Jiuzhaigou Falls based on these photos. There are pictures

The waterfalls in Jiuzhaigou,

are mind-blowing.

Tiny trickle -

Saying goodbye to the peak with tears,

Playing a little tune and walking through,

Joyfully embracing the small gathering,

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Meandering and galloping with head held high.

Tens of thousands of streams gathered together,

forming waterfalls roaring into the sky.

Waterfall -

If silver dragons leap, snow rolls and thunder,

If pearls splash, everyone hits the guqin,

Like the curling clouds and the magpie riding on the rainbow,

Like the Tibetan horse racing, fierce and rough,

Like the crowd of pilgrims, magnificent...

Misty water drops splashing On the face,

A trace of coolness melts into the heart...

Looking up at the waterfall and meditating,

Listening to the snow-capped mountains chanting:

Fine The trickling gurgle gathers in the sea,

The waterfalls show the sea god...

Watching the waterfall lies in the momentum,

Listening to the waterfall lies in the ancient times,

Enlightenment Waterfalls lie in the soul...

Pearl Beach Waterfall in Jiuzhaigou Valley

Inhale the itching breath with the towering trees in the primeval forest,

Water plants nourish the heart better than velvet The Swan Sea,

the beautiful memories of giant pandas playing in the Panda Sea,

enjoying the autumn colors reflected in the mountains and waters of the Five Flower Sea.

Then suddenly and excitedly did a bungee jump,

The waterfall smashed into the mountain stream and greeted the cheers out of thin air.

There are temptations elsewhere, so I have made my choice long ago.

The main thing is that thousands of meters of mercury leak out, so freehand.

Countless transparent pearls danced on the rocky slopes,

drying in the sun, emitting a brilliant chorus of children's voices.

Oh, Pearl Beach Waterfall, always using Fu, Bi and Xing,

is chanting a poem for the fairy tale Jiuzhaigou.

Jiuzhaigou Waterfall

Blue Sky

Layers of jade curtains hang over the mountains and rivers, and strings of pearls fall into the Longtan.

The roaring waves of colorful silk and the roaring of thousands of horses are spectacular

4. What are some good sentences to describe "Jiuzhaigou Pearl Beach Waterfall"

1. Just see The waterfall falls like a Milky Way, stirring up thousands of waves at the foot of the mountain, and the water is misty.

2. This flying stream is like thousands of ferocious beasts fighting and roaring, and finally they are wrestling with each other and rolling down, splashing all over the valley with pearls flying and jade scattered, and a mist rising.

3. The waterfall pours down from the cliff like a flying chain.

4. The flying explosion hit the shore rocks and stirred up thousands of water splashes, which turned into colorful water drops in the sun.

5. A large waterfall pours down from mid-air, like a shining crystal curtain.

6. There is a waterfall as thick as the mouth of a jar, like a silver horse that never ends. The long silk hangs upside down from the goddess's loom.

7. The waterfall is like a white jade belt, pouring down between the boulders.

8. The waterfall is about 20 meters high, surrounded by white clouds, like a group of fierce tigers, suddenly awakened, roaring and rushing down the hill, with majestic power like thunder, and fierce waves like snow rolls.

9. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several large and small strands, and was no longer a neat and smooth cloth.

10. A white line falls from the sky, like a giant pillar holding up the sky, straight into the sky. It is like lightning striking the sky, which is particularly eye-catching.

11. The large waterfall is very close at hand, pouring down from the stone bed like a torrent breaking through and the sea hanging upside down.

12. A curtain of water, like a huge white cloth ribbon, leaped from the cliff over the treetops and poured down the mountain.

13. The waterfall rushed down from above, and the splashing water was crystal clear and multi-awned, like small white plum blossoms, falling one after another like light rain.

14. The waterfall flows down like the Milky Way, shining with rays of brilliance.

15. A surging waterfall roared down the mountain, making an astonishing roar, like thousands of horses galloping.

16. The waterfall discharges vertically. It falls on the protruding rocks of the stone wall. The nectar flies in, the jasper is shattered, and the splashed water forms a large spray, like a thin cloud of milky white smoke.

5. Sentences praising waterfalls. Sentences praising the waterfalls in Jiuzhaigou. Paragraphs, poems, whatever you like.

Baishuiyan Waterfall - [Qing Dynasty] Yan Suicheng, thousands of miles of water gather into one big water. The voice can be heard ten miles away.

The force at the entrance of the rock becomes even more fierce, and a white dragon rushes out of the door. The dragon's whiskers are bathed in rain and the sun is red, and the golden light and jade color are rugged.

The snow-clear shark crocodile falls off the knife and ruler, and the big and small beads float in the wind. The wind folds the painting in disguise, and the stone does not give way three times it falls and three times it rises.

It's like hitting the flying immortal with a long pole backwards, and leaping back up with the help rope. Fu Xi buried his head and dared not come out, sleeping with treasure in his arms to cover his steps.

I want to cut off this water and put it in my sleeve, saying that it is like a book with a Qian seal. Knock on the door and the bottle will drip horse hair, and make seedlings and green pomegranates on the ground.

Wouldn’t it be wise to live in Guquanzhi at Xianglu Peak and enjoy great fame without merit? "The waterfall of Xitan hangs over the cliff in the shadow" - [Qing Dynasty] Huang Peijie The waterfall in Xitan hangs over the cliff, and the snow waves are high and the water turns hundreds of times.

I never tire of watching him from the railing. I love him innocently and can be united with my heart. "The Rhinoceros Sinks in the White Water" - Zhou Mingxian The rainbow spring flies thousands of feet, and there are green rhinoceros rows below.

The waterfall is like a painting, but the suspended flow is uneven. Snowflakes are splashing in the clear sky, and grass grows on the shore.

This alliance can filter out stagnation. "Couple of Pavilions for Watching the Waterfall at Huangguoshu Waterfall" - Anonymous The water is as white as cotton, and the flowers will scatter without a bow; the red clouds are like brocade, so there is no need to weave them into nature.

"Untitled" - "Jiangnan Poetry Demon" A half-curtain is hung on the gauze bead screen, and a thin line of purple smoke curls up. Where the water and clouds are born, dragons are tumbling, and thunder and drums are noisy, shaking the world.

"Huangguoshu Waterfall" - Zhai Peiji In the vast mountains, the white water suddenly stops at the cliff and falls nine levels. The sound is like rolling thunder shaking the heaven and earth, and the force is like the churning of a dragon in the river.

Thousands of miles of clear sky throws green gauze, and flying snow sprays pearls to shine like a rainbow. Watch the sunset inside the Water Curtain Cave, and the steaming clouds and glow bathe the people.

"Huangguoshu Waterfall" - the vast autumn water always wets clothes with drizzle and thick pearls splashing down among the flowers. Wukong disappears and the yellow fruit falls into the water curtain hole. Praise to Duke Wu "Huangguoshu Waterfall" - the years are like songs with overwhelming momentum. The horses are galloping in formation, and the sound is like the thunder of thousands of mountains collapsing. The Milky Way in the sky is trampled by white tigers, and the Zhenning Lake is filled with giant dragons.

In the Water Curtain Cave, a deity transforms, and it rains and the streets are filled with mist. Who hangs the silver screen in the Nine Han Dynasty and lets the water paintings fill the sky?

"Taking a nap on the water creates a short song" - [Ming Dynasty] Xie Sanxiu The crowd rushes to the ravine as fast as a shuttle, forming thousands of feet of waves on the beach. The plain shadows float in the air, and the cold sound falls from the sky to the Milky Way.

Wuwu sat in a lonely pavilion in Qingyue. When Zhengfu came here, he suddenly thought about it. Across the river, my clothes were wet with splashing water, and my hair stood up on the other side of the stormy waves.

If you don’t see me, the Yellow River will be full of worries about Luliang. But if you don’t see me, Kuimen will quit Qutang in the fifth month. The reason is that the overflowing water is too bad, and the rocky rapids are fortunately not accessible to boats.

Ning'er'er is awe-inspiring when he groans, and people in this world are in danger of water.

"Baishui River Sings" - [Qing Dynasty] Tian Wen's Kuanglu Waterfall is one of the most amazing in the world, just like the Baishui River filling the Rhinoceros Pond; the Yinhan tilts three folds and then descends, and the Yuhong drinking stream is a hundred feet long and can be explored; the sound is like a strong and powerful wind. Broken, the waves are like the mouth of Tiansun's brocade.

Longmen Gorge is the first scenery at the beginning of mountain climbing. The waterfall comes from the top of the mountain. The terrain slows down here, but the water is not small. It is clear and pure. It rushes over the rocks and splashes. Countless jade-like waves arose. There are lush green trees on both sides of the mountain stream. As you climb up the steps, you can see water droplets dripping from the leaf tips, rendering the water moist and crystal clear after the rain.

A section of the way up Longmen Gorge is particularly quiet, because it is a little further away from the waterfall attractions in front and behind, and there are less noisy people. Occasionally, the chirping of birds comes from the distant mountains and forests, and the sound of running water from the mountain stream coming through the woods on the side of the mountain road serves as an accompaniment, and any main melody can come from your heart.

There is another kind of scenery starting from about 90% off the ancient road. This is halfway up the Daming Mountain, filled with mist, and a rope bridge spans the mountain stream. Looking down from here, or looking into the open space in the distance, the hazy feeling gradually becomes stronger.

The ancient road rises in a zigzag shape, which is said to be about 90% off, which shows how high the drop is. Standing at the turning point of the ancient road, the waterfall was rushing down from above, and the splashing rain and mist almost surrounded the whole body.

But these are just a prelude. The real beauty of Daming Mountain is the source of the waterfall at the top of the mountain and the Longmen Flying Crossing across the cliffs on both sides. The source of the waterfall is a slow stream coming from the mountain col on the other side of the Qianmu Meadow. It falls suddenly to the edge of the cliff, forming a curtain of white beads.

There are many sentences praising waterfalls, so I won’t say more. Moreover, the waterfalls in Daming Mountain may not be absolutely majestic, but the four big characters next to the waterfalls "Qianlong Yinde" describe it appropriately. It is unique, and "Dragon Gate Flying Crossing" is also a metaphor for this. There was no fog in the standard photos of Longmen Flying Crossing that I had seen before. In my opinion, the Longmen Flying Crossing without fog was just a rope bridge with cliffs on both sides crossing a waterfall.

I can imagine being on the rope bridge, in mid-air, leisurely watching the waterfall falling, or overlooking the mountains in the distance, but the beauty is beautiful, but it may not be intoxicating. The foggy scene on this day is indeed rare to see.

Stormy clouds are usually the emotion people feel when looking up at the sky, but here they are very close at hand. The terrain on the top of the mountain is empty, and the mist rises from the valley and stops going up here.

The wind blows from the thousand acres of meadow, rising and falling. When the wind rises, the fog is blown away in pieces, and when there is no wind, the fog slowly accumulates. , the entire cable bridge is submerged in the white mist, and there is only a slight color difference between the pale brown cliffs and the trees on the mountain on the other side. Walking on the cable bridge, you can indulge your feelings, as if you are traveling back and forth in a heavenly palace. and the mortal world. The place is full of tourists, strolling or stopping. The ethereal and ethereal wonderland makes people happy and forget to leave.

Only at this time, you will feel that the journey just now is still a little too long, even though there are green trees, waterfalls and mountains along the way. Rather, it is a myth that one day in the mountains means a thousand years in the world. But looking back now, I still feel that we should have stayed longer, even though we had already fallen behind for a long time.