1. Sichuan has a poem praising the beauty of hometown, saying: The deceased is like a husband, never 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 nature of water, the transformation of heaven, 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. On the night of the full moon, the Qiantang River is choppy, dancing with lions, and the Ma Yue surges and bursts open. 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. The water in front of the door still flows west, and no white-haired orioles are sung. 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 washed away the rainy night rain on the river, and the frost and wind became tight in the clear autumn, and the river was cold, and the afterglow was the building. 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 faint 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.

3. The famous sentence "Tianjingsha" describes the rivers in my hometown. In Ma Zhiyuan (Yuan), the vines are old and the trees are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the old roads are thin and the horses are thin.

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 on 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.