When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The mountain reflects the sunset and the sky meets the water, the grass is ruthless, and the sunset is more outside.
All the valleys are full of sounds, including the sound of dusk. The peaks are silent and the sun sets.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Pilgrims' hats carry the sunset, and green hills are in the distance.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and lonely.
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people?
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
I like to sing ode to dusk, and the green hills shine everywhere (Ye Jianying)
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west.
As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.
Only it-the old cow who worked hard for a year, fallow on the hillside, chewing grass and bathing in the golden sunset.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village.
Birds are singing in the trees in the valley, and the shadows of mountains are in the village at sunset.
After the rain, mangroves in remote villages set in the sunset.
A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset.
The waterfall drags a thousand rains, and the sunset will clear a peak first.
Orchids in spring are full of flowers, and osmanthus in autumn is bright and fresh. (Zhang Jiuling)
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. (Li Bai/Chun Si)
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. (Meng Haoran/Zhang "Qiu Lai Denglan Mountain")
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. (Meng Haoran)
On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke. (Li Bai)
In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, the jujube flowers had not withered, and the leaves of Laka had grown. (Li Wei)
2. Describe the beautiful poem 1, graceful and easy-going, light and uncontrollable. Excellent taste depends on beauty.
2. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
3. Long Shouxiong talks about his state, and the beauty has a good eye. Poems describing human beauty. Yang Gong curtains, who is still alive and can't hold her husband?
4, the clouds are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold. If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
5, heartbroken and dark night, I hate my eyes. Peng Gan is influenced by his age. How can he drink a sword like Chu Zhang?
6, handsome eyebrows and eyes, eager to fly, the essence of literary color, see it forget the customs.
7. Ying Ying Chun Chun, Hua Liu Zhenzhen. Everything is charming, exquisite and gentle,
3. Poems describing beautiful scenery The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and no one crossed the river.
(Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou) Wait until the mountain festival, and I will come back in the chrysanthemum season. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village") When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring.
(Spring in Song Zhuxi) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") Good rain knows the season when spring comes.
-Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is a pot of wine in the flowers, and I drink it alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone") Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and the flowers are low.
(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River") Flowers are getting more and more colorful, but shallow grass can have no horseshoes. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour") Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's Poems of Spring in the South of the Yangtze River There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and there are two or three points of rain in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon.
4. Poems about beauty (please provide more, the better) 1) Its ten fingers are like the souls given to trees and human beings by the sun.
Tearing up the hut can't shake the green leaves-bark, peel off desire, too violent and timid. The ugliness of human nature pollutes the earth like blood. When it blows, the dust flies.
(2) I like the snow in early winter, the fog in the suburbs, and an acquaintance with a smile and a hidden sword. There is no substance, but it really makes the emperors cry: the war continues.
The flame was blown out, a dark and angry water, and the waves washed away the land. Sick, sick, dead, day after day, are the weeds still there? Did they grow taller in the spring breeze? Heroes end, villains succeed, and the wind blows out many flames! (4) The sky where it is, a happy and silent garden is blown by it in the evening, oh, a dry night.
And how many people cling to the plot of winding flowers in the garden, predicting that it is looking forward to tomorrow, "looking at a snow in spring", taking the sword of the season on the train bound for spring, relentlessly opening the restless bud, letting the cracked little hand stretch out and hold the banner of hunting to chase a snow in spring. As long as you set foot on the equator in spring, a snow is precious. The dialogue between Chun Xue will flow freely, giving instructions to send wet messages in six directions. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden cold in spring. Hold on to everyone's love and look up at the sky. The contact between heaven and earth is fierce, and it goes down the slope of the season. Everything is waiting for you. Everything is fate, everything is smoke, everything is the beginning without ending, everything is fleeting pursuit, all joy is without smile, all suffering is without tears, all languages are repeated, and all communication is the first time. All the love is in my heart, all the past events are in my dreams, all the hopes are annotated, all the beliefs are moaning, all the explosions have a moment's silence, and all the deaths have a long echo. Farewell to Cambridge, I leave gently, just as I come gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I would like to be a water plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Holding a long Artemisia, wandering to a greener place on the grass, loading a boat with splendor and singing in the splendor.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. Homesickness was a small stamp when I was a child. When my mother grew up there, homesickness was a narrow ticket. Homesickness is a low grave when I am here and the bride is there. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. When I was in the mainland, I was there, and the glow on the water came and went. Why did everything disappear in the twilight? Light after light on the ground. Why do they all get lost at night? The stars in the sky are one after another. Why are they all in the early morning? Our lives go on day after day, why do they all belong to eternity? When I left, I was picked up. How's the weather? Is it twilight? Faint? Is it dark? Is it dawn? I'm very upset.
Famous sayings or poems about beauty are all shaped according to the laws of beauty.
(Marx) Man should not live like an animal, but should pursue knowledge and virtue. (Dante) Beauty is generally pleasure without concept.
(Kant) Everything about man should be beautiful. Including appearance, clothing, mind and thought.
(Chekhov) Beauty is everywhere, and only those who are sincere and affectionate can find it. (Rodin) Only beautiful communication can unite the society, because it is related to what everyone agrees with.
(Schiller) The image of beauty is rich and colorful, and beauty is everywhere. There is a universal demand for beauty in human nature.
(Hegel) The beauty and purity of a person's appearance should be the expression of his inner beauty and purity. (belinsky) Youth is a common name. It is happy and beautiful, but it is also full of hardships.
Give me a beautiful soul, and my appearance will be beautiful together. The ideals that inspire me and make me full of joy in life forever are truth, goodness and beauty.
My ambition and ideal for my career is based on "truth", with "goodness" as the process and "beauty" as the ultimate goal. Everything worth calling ideal; It must have the essence of goodness and beauty.
Shyness is the secret of nature, used to suppress the desire to indulge; It follows the call of nature, but it is always integrated with goodness and virtue. Beauty is charming at first, but who will watch it after three days at home? (Bernard Shaw) ● Vitality is beauty (william blake) ● Dignity is beauty, and seriousness is bliss (william watson) ● If you don't maintain a certain degree of strangeness, there will be no outstanding beauty (Bacon) ● You can't say that everything that is reasonable is beautiful, but what is beautiful is indeed reasonable (German) ● Sailing boats, armed men and pregnant women with bellies. It is the three most beautiful landscapes in the world (Jane Howell) ● All beautiful things have their profound connotations (Joseph Lu) ● Beautiful words are the brilliance of thoughts (Ron Girnus) ● Only what we don't worry about is beautiful (Wilde) ● Beauty, what is beauty? There is a lot of beauty in every interesting aspect of life.
However, beauty can neither satisfy hunger nor support the family (Ma Eliot) ● Beauty has three elements: first, it is complete or perfect, and anything that is incomplete is ugly; Secondly, proper proportion or harmony; The third is bright colors, so bright colors are recognized as beauty (Tuo Aquinas) ● Beauty itself must be true (Germany) ● If you lose truth, you will lose beauty (Soviet Union) ● The truth in beauty is nobler and deeper than the truth itself (France) ● Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty (Keats) ● Beauty and truth are the same thing. That is to say, beauty itself must be true (Hegel) ● Beauty has the function and power to attract people to do good (Plato) ● Only the best can be beauty (Latin) ● Beauty is a part of the standard vocabulary of good (Eliot) ● Beauty is another form of good (Pion) ● I always think that only by putting good into action can it be called beauty (Rousseau) ● Good is more valuable than beauty (Rousseau). What causes pleasure is precisely because it is good (Aristotle) ● All good things on earth come from the sun, and all good things come from people (Prishwin) ● Do you think that beauty and goodness are completely different things? Don't you know that what is beautiful from a certain angle is good from the same angle? (Socrates) ● Beauty is God's smile, and music is God's voice (Roan Johnson) ● Beauty is the most complete thing we know, which contains mysterious goals that nature cannot achieve (Luo bridges) ● Beauty is a gift from God (Aristotle) ● Beauty is a natural advantage (Plato) ● Beauty is not artificially created. But intrinsic (Dickinson) ● This is something that can only be seen with the eyes of the soul (Joubert) ● Beautiful people cannot be recognized in any nature, which just shows that their hearts are flawed (Germany) ● Beauty will be in the eyes of the gazer (Liu Wallace) ● If the eyes are born to stare, Beauty is the reason for her existence (Emerson) ● Everyone loves beauty ● Everything about people should be beautiful: face, clothes, heart and thoughts (Chekhov) ● Taking away the love of beauty from our hearts takes away all the charm of life (Rousseau) ● Flowers wither, where human beings can't live (France) ● Beauty is created in areas that have been set foot in and have not yet been set foot in (Sai Daniel) -3 Reply: Famous sayings and poems with beautiful words ● Although they can't be perfect, they are worth pursuing (Robert Buchanan) ● Beauty is strange. It is cast by artists from the noise of the world and the hardships of their own souls (Mao Mu) ● To create real beauty, you must have the skills of a master (J Dryden) ● It is much happier to die for beauty than to live for bread (Emerson) ● Only people with good talents can recognize and enthusiastically pursue beautiful things (democritus) ● Pursue beauty without blaspheming it. This kind of love is just (democritus) virtue ● Virtue never grows old (UK) ● Everything is not as high as virtue (UK) ● Virtue is priceless (UK) ● The beauty of the soul is better than a gold belt ● Only the soul can make people noble (France) ● Life, happiness is not an end, virtue is the norm (USA) ● Life is short, and only virtue can spread to distant descendants (UK). Virtue is immortal (Hungary) ● A childlike person's life is full of happiness and joy (Russia) ● Acting according to virtue can alleviate anxiety even if it does not increase happiness (France) ● Losing virtue means losing everything (Europe) ● Even virtue is in rags, it should be respected (Germany) ● Virtue, as its name suggests, is ruined (Bacon) ● Virtue is praised as well as praised. In this world, you have to keep a little warm after all (Diderot) ● Extreme evil and extreme virtue, like absolute evil, must kill people (Britain) ● Virtue is an act against the will and may be done.
6. About beautiful poems, you are April on earth.
-Compliments of love
Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams,
You are love and warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
Shian played a song.
Xu zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it is too shy to enjoy the cool.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
7. A beautiful poem "Wild Hope" describing the natural landscape:
One day is cool and sunny in autumn, and countless peaks are far and near.
Idle up the mountain to see wild water, suddenly see underwater green hills.
Chai Lu:
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
In the mountains:
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Stay in the mountains:
The state of mountain light makes spring glow, not for lightness.
Even if it doesn't rain on a sunny and cloudy day, it's too deep in clothes.
Night parking on Jiande River;
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Passing through the village of the old man
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. We look at the green trees around your village.
And pale blue in remote mountainous areas. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
A night berth near Fengqiao.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Mountain travel
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu's "Wang Yue")
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. (Li Bai)
The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come from the sun alone —— On Tianmen Mountain by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. (Li Bai: "Early Making Baidicheng")
8. Praise beautiful homeland's poem 1, countless beautiful homes Author: modern weeping willows and rippling reeds in Xiao Feng set off different lotus leaves, pink and pure lotus flowers, enchanting coconuts in the south of the Yangtze River, crisp maple leaves, tangled bamboo forests, intertwined rattan lovers, gorgeous and charming sun flowers, plum blossom piles in Wulin, bright smiling faces, countless beautiful scenery, endless beauty everywhere, and poetry everywhere. That is my beautiful and lovely century lakeside home. 2. Beautiful home-Sansha Author: Gao Shiming, a modern motherland, has a beautiful city in the South China Sea, and its name is Sansha.
Fishermen have been farming at sea for generations and catching shrimp year after year. Changsha Wanli Shitang is a lovely home for Sansha fishermen.
A more detailed investigation of Sansha City, the Pearl of Hainan, in the road book, Chinese sons and daughters took the lead in discovering management and set sail to fight the ends of the earth. The South China Sea is the sea of ancestors, and the iron fact proves this.
The sea and sky in Sansha City are like a dream. The corals on the seabed are colorful and dazzling, and clusters are like blooming flowers. The strange and steep coral reef forest is lifelike and everyone praises it.
In the lush Sansha City, fishermen planted a century-old coconut tree. Green home sandbars become oases, and big trees shade fruit trees in rows.
Pittosporum sand-fixing revetment, four-season hedge flowers. In Sansha City, a paradise for birds, thousands of seabirds hover in the air to catch flying fish passing by the water.
Red-footed boobies fight in the wind and waves, and fishermen call them "navigation birds", which have the ability of accurate positioning. Sansha City on the blue waves has precious seafood under the waves.
In the sea of turtles and sea urchins, Longevity Star, the king of shellfish, tastes delicious. Hippocampus is a precious Chinese patent medicine and one of the eight treasures of sea cucumber in the world.
Sansha City is a vibrant city, experiencing rapid infrastructure construction. Solar street lamps illuminate the island and residential buildings are moving in.
After the completion of seawater desalination sewage treatment in power stations, hospitals, schools, banks and supermarkets have mushroomed. The rich and beautiful Sansha sea area has attracted the envy of countries inside and outside the region.
Sansha swordsmen, demonstrating their determination to defend sovereignty, built the Great Wall of Wan Li on the vast ancestor South Island Reef. Every Monday morning, the sun shines on the sea area of 200 square kilometers. Sansha people gather under the flagpole and sing the national anthem. The five-star red flag flies high in the sea of ancestors.
3, beautiful homeland, Xinyang Author: I am a modern old Yan. I was born in the north of Jiangnan. I grew up in the south of the north. Looking at the vast plains and beautiful mountains and rivers, that is my beautiful home. I am Lao Yan. I grew up on both sides of the Huaihe River. Fly over rice fields and wheat fields every day and drink the water from South Bay. I will taste the sweetness of Jigongshan cherry again. I am Lao Yan. I live on both sides of the Huaihe River. There are fragrant lotus roots and green tea gardens. All the boys here are hardworking and talented. The girls here are as beautiful as the flowers in spring. I am Lao Yan. I was born in the north of Jiangnan. I grew up in the dark clouds in the south of the Yangtze River. Please don't cover up the poet's keen heart and rain. Please don't wet the artist's clear eyes. How much I need them to render this beauty with that vivid poem and that charming picture scroll. 4. Beautiful green home Author: Wang Ping said that in modern autumn, the sun is setting, the white clouds are long, the mountains are green under the blue sky, and the water is quiet. Surging in my heart, I sincerely hope to see a beautiful green home. How many warm dreams are in front of us, how many warm heartstrings stir the autumn sky, and the golden childhood footprint flows quietly in the depths of a vibrant and dense coconut grove. In the distance, groups of white geese danced and returned in groups, crossing the southern green fields and country roads in autumn, and scarlet cars carried lingering homesickness. Busy on the road, following the happy and satisfied passers-by, full of the rustic voice of the scenery that has been polished for years, full of the ancient legend of fathers' cigarettes, the lonely and lively hometown of Daoxiang is far away from the noise of the city, looking for peace here. 5. Talk: My Hometown Author: Chen Jue Hyundai dispelled the quiet and thin smoke of the years with the green hills as the background, and quietly led the tortuous and deep stone road to my home, living in Shan Ye, deep in the mountains. My ancestors and villages are breathing happily. White cranes fly in the mountains and perch in the river bend. The distance of a bird song is enough for me to walk in the mud all my life. The black sludge that came out between my bare feet felt cold and warm. This is out of love for my family, and I am really moved by the earth. Sunshine and rain often make crops grow quietly. They are like a potbellied ignorant daughter. Say to the village: I have a seasonal cycle, a rain and a few rays of sunshine, which is enough to make rice and corn drunk. They fainted in my home, pursuing the fragrance of the earth and the light of the ideal life. From ravines to ravines, from cottages to cottages, every trace of green is the most beautiful scenery. Although the family is not rich, it is full of happiness and hope.