Poems about rivers in my hometown 1. Poems praising the beauty of hometown rivers

Zi Zaichuan said: The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night! Looking at the north mountain and crying, facing the running water and breathing too much, it is easy to be true. The color of water is black and the sky is dim. Water originated from the sky, and it opened in the past and rained for forty-nine days. The image of water is based on the sky. Water and the sky are the same color, which makes it shine in Qi Fei. The essence of water, the change of the sky, spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain, hail, fog and snow. The water is clear. When the water is clear, there will be no fish flow and the water will not rot. The lake is ripe and still. The tide of two palindromes, with dark waves and snow-capped mountains tilting, Pu Yuan's fishing boats catch the moonlight. The bridge is as small as the temple gate, and the sill is bright in shi bo. All the way is shaded by trees, the river is bright and the sea is bright. From a distance, clouds are connected with water, and there are thousands of green peaks. There are thousands of light peaks, and water is connected with clouds. An antique song: at six o'clock in the evening, the stars fly to the south of the sky. In autumn, the water is boundless and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Purple clay pots, such as Zhu Jin, are fresh and beautiful with cool charm. Purple smoke is like blue, and the valley is fragrant. Ziyun is like osmanthus, with a secret fragrance inside. Helin is like chamomile, which can be lived and hidden at the end. It was filled with nine bottles of Chardonnay. I visited the queen's mother's house. The world is dusty and the sky is boundless during the day. The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of mountains are yes and no, where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through the wilderness until the banks widen at low tide, and there is no wind to stir my lonely sails. Clear water is fragrant, and pine is blowing. The fairy dispersed, and the five clouds were silent. The small bridge paddles and shears lotus flowers, and the west wind on both sides is dizzy. Falling flowers sweep the ground, and a stream is lingering. As light as rain and as thin as ice. At dusk, the autumn wind rises and the maple trees are rustling. The spring breeze is not weak, and there is no wave in the river. The following answers are mostly written: water is out, spring is gone, and it is on earth. The moon is full, the Qiantang River is choppy, lions are dancing, and Ma Yue is rushing, bursting into the air. After years of anger, it was exhausted. Crazy waves kill people, thrilling, and quarrelling. The tide is full of energy. Water, light and moonlight are in harmony. People and scenery are difficult to be complete. When the scenery is pleasant, the heart is happy. The scenery should be beautiful. Let's talk to the laity. Drinking Dongpo at night will wake you up, get drunk, and be like the third night. Children will breathe in the thunder. Don't listen to the river when knocking at the door. If you hate this body, when will you forget the camp? It's calm at midnight and the hub is flat. This ship will be finished from now on, and Jianghai will take you through the rest of your life. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? I only hope that your heart will live up to your homesickness, just like mine. I will pour the rain on the river on a rainy night and wash the autumn. The frost wind is getting colder and colder, and the river is cold, and the afterglow is the building. This is a good place. Miss a few times to miss the beauty makeup, the sky is home, want to know me, lean on a dry place, I am worried! For you, it's as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by. Three points in spring; Two parts of dust, one part of running water, the moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Chushan and Qinshan are all white clouds, and white clouds are everywhere with you. Growing up with you, you went to Chushan, and the cloud also accompanied you across Xiangjiang River. On the Xiangjiang River, women can lie down and go home early. Water attracts eyes and mountains gather eyebrows. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? Eyebrows sparkle. I just take you home in spring and then take you home. If you catch up with the spring in Jiangnan, you must live with it. The sound of the waves beats the pillow, and the moonlight is small. Ruthless water flows from the east and only carries a boat to the west. Zhuxi flower garden is drunk, and the wine smells like tears. Who taught us to learn from the dust? Make a noise and send it away! Wu, the moon is clear, and the green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting? You are full of tears, my concubine is full of tears, and the knot of sympathy is not completed. The tide at the head of the river is flat. Eyes full of sorrow, endless water. Who handed down the fine print on the incense? It's raining in the early days of plum blossom, the grass is greener than Wujiang River, and the smoke is faint. The river that is gone forever, the waves washed away the romantic figures of the ages. Green hills rain with the wind, and the bright moon has been in two townships. I was at the head of the Yangtze River/You were at the tail of the Yangtze River/Folding a small white paper boat/Throwing it into the Yangtze River water/When I threw the boat, it turned black/When you picked it up, your head turned white/People hated the late arrival of the boat/hated the rapids/When you picked it up, your head turned white (Paper boat in Yu Guangzhong). You go to Jiangnan as a guest and travel alone. Wan Li smoke, looking back on the Central Plains, tears streaming down her face. They were in a hurry when it was cold in the blue mountains and peach blossoms bloomed. Pedestrians frequently swallow songs and think of the snow in front of them. In the Ming dynasty, a river was sober, and a boat hated Hengzhou. After washing and dressing, I leaned on the Wangjiang Building alone. After all, I am not in Qian Fan, and I am very sad. The wind at the head of the river is angry, and the waves turn over the house. Old hatred is a constant flow along the Chunjiang River, while new hatred is not a storm. Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? You can't hide the continuous ups and downs of the green hills of the Yangtze River. After all, it flows east The river is worried at night, and the mountain is deep! Borrow the water from Qiantang River, and I washed it for you. General Yue cried. Moonlight is like water and the sky. It is difficult for the sea to cross the evil wind, and the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen. What happened in Zhejiang in August, like a mountain of snow.

2. A poem describing the river in my hometown .. urgent ~ ~

Just a quick glance

Fish and exquisite stones at the bottom of the river

You can see every detail of them.

The fish scales sparkled.

And the texture of the stone is delicate and delicate.

There is flowing glass on the river.

perfect

Clean and transparent

People's mood is also clear.

remote

On the other side of the river.

Until the horizon

Everything is wonderful.

There is a breeze blowing from time to time.

Wrinkled Ye Ping.

Strengthen light

The warm sand in the sun gives people a kind of warmth.

Look around.

He Na Shana

In stark contrast.

The river flows by the beach.

Where is the sand?

Look quietly.

Until the river stops.

Will we be like them?

Snuggle together forever

Don't think I'm just a little boy.

I also understand.

Although they are happy.

Please write a few sentences about the rivers in your hometown.

In spring, the river is full of wild flowers and many unknown trees. The long branches fluttered in the wind, like a beautiful little girl combing her long hair. Rivers in summer are more interesting.

After school, we swim in the river every day, like little frogs, plop into the water and play in it. Sometimes we lie in shallow water, let the sun shine warmly, let the breeze blow gently, and let the river gently touch our little feet, which is really intoxicating; In autumn, the river is not inferior. There are no flowers and birds, and the leaves show their magical powers and change their skin color in order to decorate their homes.

You see, the yellow leaves and red leaves sandwiched in the green are just gorgeous flowers, some of which fall with the wind and take a boat trip in autumn! In winter, the river seems to become tasteless, and all birds and insects disappear. Don't be upset, as long as you observe carefully, you will always get something.

On a sunny morning, the river was covered with snow-white fog. When the sun rises in the morning, the fog becomes light and transparent, and grotesque and tragic stones are looming. When the fog disappears completely, the truth will really surface. Let you have a mysterious feeling of fairyland on earth. It's really "water flows by the river, and people swim in the picture world."

4. Famous sayings describing rivers in my hometown

"Tianjingsha" Ma Zhiyuan (Yuan) withered vines and old trees faint, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Long and spacious, longing for home. -This cloud, the one that floats across the sky all day, Zhang Jiuling, perhaps, is like a wanderer, never coming back.

-Du Fu, the drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lanterns are lonely at night. -Ma Daimingyue should know me and meet each other in a foreign country every year.

-When will the Yuan Mei family arrive in the dream? How many people will be on Chunsheng River? -Lu Lun Jiangnan plum blossom several times, people in the end of the world temminick spots. —— Liu Zhu berths in Yishui, Guazhou, Wang Song Anshi Jingkou, Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon be mine? Qing Nalanxing rode Mount Deshan, rode the water, and went to Guan Yu's shore, where thousands of lights were lit at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

You Ziyin (Meng Jiao) is a thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Guests make (Li Bai) tulips in lanling wine, and the jade bowl glows amber.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was. Jing Ye Si (Li Bai) The foot of my bed is so bright. Could it have been frosted? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. I miss my brothers in Shandong when I am on holiday in the mountains. Being in a foreign land, I miss my family more during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

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It is hard to understand that Luo Yin did not pour Ejiao in this direction during the Tang and Five Dynasties of the Yellow River.

Out of the Kunlun Mountains, I realized that Han Yin should be curved. Great-grandfather swears that clothes are small, and immortals are light.

Who knows after three thousand years? Why report peace! Reading history in the 20th century-Wang Guowei's two Yunling skyscrapers rose from the ground, and the Yellow River meandered around the ground. Naturally, in that nomadic era, there was once someone named Fuxi.

Heron Hostel Age: Tang Author: Wang Zhihuan Style: Five Unique Categories: Mountains and rivers cover the day, and oceans drain the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Liangzhou Ci Year: Tang Author: Wang Zhihuan Style: Yuefu Category: There is a lonely city and a mountain in the distance of the Yellow River. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Khan looked at the clouds in the north and killed the altar of Madden several times. The son of the Han family is now in SHEN WOO, and he refuses to go home with his relatives.

Langtaosha Times: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu Category: Wan Li Yellow River sand with nine songs, Langtaofeng Piao from the horizon. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.

Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: genre: part of speech: I made a thousand wishes in front of the boudoir pillow: I will rest and wait for the green hills to rot, and the scales will float on the water until the Yellow River dries up completely, and Beidou will return to the south in the daytime. You can't rest without rest, and you will see the sun in the middle of the night.

Autumn age: Ming Author: Style: Category: Yellow River water around the Han wall, autumn wind geese across the river a few lines. The guest chased wild horses over the city, and the general shot Sirius with an arrow.

Huang Chen's Gudu is a flying arm. In the cold war, people often said that Shuo Fang was brave and resourceful, but who is Guo Fenyang now? The age of two Yellow River songs: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Four Unique Categories: Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, drums and gongs resounding all over the world.

There are countless iron horses, and the conference semifinals are crowded with high noses. The west bank of the Yellow River is my country, Shu, and I have to support my family without millet.

I would like to wear a man to the king, mix a car full of books and abandon gold and jade. Northern pop age: Tang Author: Li Bai style: Yuefu category: cold and bright.

Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.

You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh. Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.

Don't mention the sword to save the border pass, leave this tiger-patterned gold shovel. There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.

The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back. I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.

The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow. Crossing Hebei Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Wang Bao Style: Category: Autumn leaves, also like Dongting waves.

Changshan is adjacent to Dai Jun, and pavilions surround the Yellow River. My heart is sad and happy, and my heart is broken.

At dusk, I recruited horses and lost my way to Beishan. The year of the last tune: Tang Author: Li Bai genre: Yuefu category: the great man didn't get the right idea, and the Huns made a mistake.

Wuyuan is green in autumn and huma is proud. Life must go to the West Pole and cross the Yinshan Mountain.

Yan Zhi fell to the Han family, and women lost their colors. It's fun to cross the Yellow River without fighting or making trouble.

The depression is sunny in Wan Li, and there is no wave in the vast sea. Biesi Ji: Song Author: True Sect: Category: Ode to Beautiful Hezhou, Germany Tour.

The emblem sounds like this, and the pen repairs things. Shrink the hair and wake up.

Spirit comes to care for Xin and Fu. Jiuquan Zi Nian: Tang Author: Literary genre: Part of speech: Chu girl does not return, building pillow creek spring water.

The moonlight is lonely, the wind rises again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse. Hosta oblique, heavy, there is a golden phoenix on the skirt.

Eight-line script, a thousand miles dream, flying south. Grateful emperor era: Song Author: Mao Gu genre: parts of speech: Qinghe Pavilion, Zhu Lanbi Gui.

Jiang Yuejuan went to Liu Gao. The painted building is ethereal, and the curtains are embroidered.

The moon knows what I want, and it's okay when it comes. Silver word blowing sheng, gold mink takes wine.

The breeze wrinkled the sleeves. Treasure is thick and fragrant, and everyone is rich and thin.

Dew cold swallows are cold and deeper. Grateful emperor era: Song Author: Mao Gu genre: parts of speech: Qinghe Pavilion, Zhu Lanbi Gui.

Jiang Yuejuan went to Liu Gao. The painted building is ethereal, and the curtains are embroidered.

The moon knows what I want, and it's okay when it comes. Silver word blowing sheng, gold mink takes wine.

The breeze wrinkled the sleeves. Treasure is thick and fragrant, and everyone is rich and thin.

Dew cold swallows are cold and deeper. 1. White "Wei Jun Biefu North Tour" meets, and the beauty praises Furong.

Ice water, like jasper, is busy day and night. Brothels were built on both sides of the strait, and thousands of families sang and laughed.

The world calls this a proud capital, and tourists often meet heroes. Du Fu's "Washing the Soldiers and Horses (After Beijing)" Tian Jia looks forward to the rain, and the cuckoo urges the spring to plant everywhere.

The athletes on Qi are lazy, and the women in the south of the city are worried about their dreams. Andrew's brave men have defended the Tianhe River, so the armor washer is not needed.

I can't see how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea in Li Bai's Into the Wine in the Tang Dynasty and never came back. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.

One of Wang Zhihuan's two Liangzhou Ci poems is that the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and the lonely city is Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!