A poem describing aesthetics

1. Aesthetic Poetry

Poetry about aesthetics 1. Beautiful poems are beautiful.

The years are quiet and the night is gentle.

How dare I grow old before you come? The past is dark, the color is clear and bright. After years of sorrow and joy, it is as clean as a mirror and as quiet as washing.

If I am white-haired and my face is withered, will you still hold my hand and be gentle? I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm passionate about it. what can I do? I am as beautiful as flowers and jade, and finally I get lost, like water passing by.

When I hold your sleeve and your hand, my life will be given to you. I will live and die. If you can be happy and stable in this life, who wants to be displaced? A plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, for whom?

Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, once a year. A bridge is called helplessness; A river, called Forgetting River.

On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets; Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity; Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it.

Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup.

She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, the beautiful city has no other shore, and the soul is still in Sichuan. I don't know the smoke and waves when I am drunk, and I don't know the cold lights in my dreams.

Flowers and leaves don't meet for a thousand years, and the fate is touching, and the flowers are endless, and the Buddha sighs at my heart. -Manzhu Shahuazeng, hold your hand and tell Zicheng that it's just smoke; Once, life and death were rich, and I grew old with my son, but it was fruitless; Deep in the world of mortals, I was robbed and taken away, but my heart was already scarred; Within the three realms, who did you cross, who shed tears, and mistakenly believed in the upper edge of Sansheng Stone.

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to understand, but to find a trace of your breath. That January, I turned all the chakras not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to stick to your gentleness. At that time, I traveled all over the mountains, not for the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.

"That Me" Cangyang Jiacuo who took my hand and gathered my half-life madness; Who, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life displacement; Who touches my face and soothes my half-life sorrow? Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost; Who, holding my shoulder, drives me to be silent all my life. Who, call my heart, cover up my life.

Who abandoned me and left me alone? Who can understand me and let me have no regrets in this life? Who can help my arm, unparalleled through the ages; Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is empty; Who can bury me and laugh at the emptiness of heaven and earth? My heart is crazy. Yi, cover my lips and dispel my past life; Yi, hold my arms, except for my frivolous past life.

Hold your hand and accompany you crazy; Kiss your eyes deeply and stay with you forever. Holding your hand, * * * you have weathered all your life; Kiss your eyes and give you a lifetime of affection.

I, holding your hand, take away all your life; I, caressing my neck, will protect you from the storms of your life. Here, hold the child's hair and hold the child for a lifetime; Here, hold your hand and go to a world of love; Once, in the name of the holy father, you were saved from sorrow all your life; Zeng, with my love, I wish you peace in your life! You say that spring is just right, youth is flourishing, and you only admire Yuanyang, but you can't keep spring. The yard is locked, and you are close to the painting hall.

You said that the jade emperor was flying, you were eager, and you tried your best to speak your mind. Later, Baoding was idle, the tea was still green, and the trace of Sri Lankans was slim. You said there was a beautiful man, Wan Ru, who was very young and met very well. Later, the ten-mile pavilion was long, so you were in a hurry to see it. You said that summer is blue, spring is getting old, and a exhausted love is slowly returning. Later, it was dark in Taicheng, and the smoke cage grew long, and amazing photos were taken. Song vicissitudes, a misty rain. You said that the years were quiet, the lotus flowers became one, and the clear sky and Wan Lifeng were calm. Later, Yun Zheyue was treated lightly, and the Millennium was frost. I don't know where the Iraqis are. You said that under the screen window, chess and tea are idle, and the jade fragrance is overflowing. Later, it was stormy and the hills were lonely. You said that the bride was a little angry when she first put on makeup. I took up all the amorous feelings in the small garden, and then the shadows were sparse and the moonlight shone on the window, which made it difficult to turn into mud. You said it was a beautiful scene, a kind of enjoyment, and the bright moon knocked at the door one night. Later, the world of mortals was lonely, the snow was full of Taihang, and people did not return. You said that the king had a dream, the goddess had feelings, and Sansheng Stone made an oath. Later, you lived in Ziyou, and my home was in Heyang. Often accompanied by ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, you said mountains and rivers, moonlight on the river, harmonies and soulmates. Later, Zhang Taiyou heard that it was Ma Chuiyang. At the end of that night, you said that the golden harp was shining, like running water, and the lights were fading away. It was destroyed later, and the heart has been built. You said that heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is boundless, and the moon is boundless. Later, on the river, there were clouds. Later, I forgot the rivers and lakes and was heartbroken. The ancient road is like a thin horse. You said that the valley was listening to the stream and looking for incense. In Qinggang, Yuen Long was full of flawless jade. Later, the jade belt hung in the forest and the water dried up. Where did the fragrant soul go? You say the Millennium is frost, and Iraqis are on the water side. Later, the Iraqis disappeared, the trace was hard to find, and they hugged their knees. Water heating by the river, playing ducks in pairs, then it snowed in Qianshan, and everyone disappeared. You said that Lou Lanmei was fishing in the Hanjiang River with an old man-snow, nine days of fairy shadow. Later, at the top of the Five Mountains, the magpie climbed to the top. You said you were lonely for ten years, and then you dreamed of going home, which only hurt people.

You said that tears are in the sky and good feelings are hard to pass. Later, taking Qi Mei as an example, you preferred bamboo and pine. You say that Mei Lian smells fragrant, and then your eyes are full of brilliance.

You said that the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, and today's picture will praise the scenery. Later, things changed, only sighing about the impermanence of the old days. You said that prosperity is like a dream, and wine cooks the moon. Later, the wine was too sad and the night was cold.

You said the morning breeze was fading and you were lonely. Later, in a love that consumed everything, the other shore was in ruins.

You said that things are impermanent, spring blossoms and autumn fruits, and then the wind blows in the snow. You say beauty is dying, who can appreciate beauty in the mirror? Later, I was fascinated and cried.

2. What poems are used to describe beautiful scenery?

"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. He Biyu in Tang Dynasty is composed of ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging from a tree.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu knows when it will rain and when spring will come.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" Tang Bai Juyi's world was beautiful in April, and peach blossoms in Shanxi began to bloom.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. "Qiantang Spring Tour" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low water level at first.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. "Early Spring in the East of the City" is a poet in Juyuan Yang in the Tang Dynasty. His view of spring is clear, green and yellow.

If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out. Hui Chong Riverside Scenery is Su Shi's first song, and it is the prophet of Riverside Warm Duck.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. "It's not worth going to the park." Ye Songshao Weng should pity his teeth and seal his fur, but Xiao Kouchai Fei won't open for a long time.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. "Spring Day" Song Zhuxi wins the day to find the waterfront, and the boundless scene is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. "Remember jiangnan? Jiangnan is good. Tang Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery is familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.

Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later? "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu never dies, but it steams my intestines.

Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.

Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.

Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.

Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly.

When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Bai Juyi was full of things and planted them for a while.

Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.

Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.

Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.

Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.

Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. In summer, the mountain light in the west of Nan Ting Si Tang Xin Meng Haoran suddenly goes out, and the moon in the lake in the east rises slowly.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

"Xia Meng" Tang lost in the summer of Jiangnan, and kind bamboo shoots were edited. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.

In the midsummer, the mountain pavilion is tall in the Tang Dynasty, the trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

"Miscellaneous Summer Pastoral" (I) Song Fan Chengda, Li Zijin apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

"Little Pool" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

"Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Song Sushi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

"Summer drought and heat" Wang Song makes the breeze kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain with wings. People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up? The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.

I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone? In Unknown Miscellaneous Poems, the sun in Shi Naian is scorching, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt. The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

"What I See" In the Qing Dynasty, a shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rode a yellow ox, and his song inspired Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

In the middle of the night, a bright moon enveloped the capital in the Tang Dynasty. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Jiangcheng was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and clear skies in Wan Li.

The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.

Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie? The Nightingale on an Autumn Night The ghost woman of Tang Dynasty was born with autumn dew, but she was too thin to change her clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin painted a cold screen with a candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. Climbing the mountain, Tang Du Fu sobbed in a sharp wind from the wide sky, and the birds were flying home to the clear lakes and white beaches.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. "Mountain Festival Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. "Mountain Walking" Tang Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. An autumn night in a deep mountain, Tang, stands empty after the rain.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. "Ode to Mujiang" Tang Bai Juyi's sunset is full of water, half river rustling and half river red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. "Autumn Ci" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi's mountain was frosty at night, and several trees were dark red and light yellow.

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring. Zhang Tang, "Qiu Si", was born in Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind, which made him want to write a meaningful book.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. "To Liu Jingwen" Song Sushi's lotus is not covered by rain, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum.

Good years must be remembered, it is orange. Jiang Xue Liu Tang General Hospital Qianshan.

3. What poems are used to describe beautiful scenery? Tonight.