Poems praising Parisian style:

(First poem)

The parasol trees are bleak and the frozen clouds are low, and the tall towers and the Forbidden City are mesmerizing.

After reading all the prosperous and endless things, the Qingjiang River still winds around the long embankment. 11

Impressions of Paris

(Second song)

It is the season when spring is full of flowers,

You and your daughter travel and relax

Walking in Paris,

It is because of the romantic beauty that you have longed for in your heart.

,

It is due to the feeling of elegance.

The rich romance of Paris,

the romantic beauty of the West,

is inadvertently

is in that moment

You hold your breath,

You realize it in a moment of deep contemplation,

She is like a silent late autumn night

The vast and boundless The stars in space twinkle,

as if they came from the Milky Way to build a bridge,

the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl’s once-in-a-lifetime

cherished moment of embrace,

just like a summer night,

A ray of cool breeze passes around,

It makes people wake up from spring dreams

The charming and lingering,

The love of Yaochi,

Love is sleeping,

Lingering.

Romance is in France,

The French are romantic.

Yes,

God gave France the most nourishing and fertile land in the world

The land is fertile,

the climate is pleasant,

the tall and tall people,

the white, beautiful and unrestrained people

good origin Ecological resources

Profound national cultural heritage,

Inheritance of ancient social civilization

and modern fashion version of romance,

and elegance The French country

creates the romantic, social atmosphere and life complex

of the French.

The romance of Paris,

is not just a stroll along the Seine River

is not just a stroll along the Seine River,

the Eiffel Tower Magnificent and majestic,

the splendor of the Palace of Versailles,

the low under the plane trees on the Champs Elysées,

the priceless three treasures of the Louvre:

Venus, the goddess of love,

The statue of the goddess of victory

and the smile of the "Mona Lisa",

Balzac, Hugo,

The hometown of the great writer Mérimée

Slow drinks in the bar,

Whispering in the cafe...

For reference.