The poem about the light show is 1. What are the good words and sentences in Dream Light Show?

1) In the cave, stalactites are dazzling. Under the illumination of colored lights, the whole abode of fairies and immortals seems to be made of precious stones, pearls, corals, ivory and silks and satins.

2) The shining lights in the harbor fall on the world like colorful fireworks.

3) The rails lie quietly in front, shining from time to time under the soft light, with unspeakable rhythm.

4) The light at dawn in early winter always gives people a kind of warmth, a kind of comfort and a kind of hope, because the light coming through every window is a signal that people wake up in this land and a prelude to brilliant sunshine!

5) In the moonlight, the Weihe River is wrapped in silver, and the bright moonlight falls on the surface of the Weihe River. The reflection of light is no longer obvious. The Weihe River, which is not very clear on weekdays, looks clear and soothing in the moonlight. The moon leaned against the water and trembled slightly, as if dressing itself up. The moon reflected on the lake seems cuter than the moon in the sky.

6) On the day when I returned from Dai Yue more than 1000 years later, light has become my indispensable support. Like a cup of warm tea, in the cold night wind, my lips are dry and my mouth is dry, so I can't wait to drink it. The whole body is warm, and the fragrance floats between your lips and teeth. I will never forget that feeling.

7) The stage lights illuminate the shining stars. Super girls, happy boys, their names shine in the light on the sacred celebrity list.

8) The bright moonlight is right here, reflecting the bright lights. It looks transparent and opaque, like a pool of quiet spring water, with a handsome face hidden in it, clear and a little hazy, like a washed rosy clouds.

9) It's late at night, and the lights in the small town are like fireflies flying far away, getting darker and darker, and the whole city is like a dream. Suzhou, an ancient city, is sleeping now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily on a silver riverbed.

10) fell in love with the faint white light, just like my father showed me the sailing light; The persistence of falling in love with light, "Spring silkworms die, and tears begin to dry in the twilight years", is just like my father has been with me for many years in countless nights ... Every little makes a mickle, water drops make an ocean, and little things make a deep feeling.

1 1) Love is silent. The truest love is the light that lights up hope in the dark, and it is the silent concern in the distance. At that moment, love was like a tide, surrounding you, so our life stood on the shoulders of love and climbed over many obstacles and difficulties.

12) Light sounds so insignificant, but this seemingly insignificant light brings people infinite courage and hope.

13) whenever I am tired and want to be lazy at night, I catch a glimpse of his black and thin face on his back under the light, as if to say something cadence ... so I lit a cigarette and continued to write some words that made Mr. deeply painful.

14) The faint light highlights the fatigue and hardship of my father's running around day and night, and the traces of years are ruthlessly attached to his forehead; Deep lights witness my growth; Witness my father's care for me bit by bit; Witness the hardships my father paid behind my strong growth. Light is like a bond, which binds my father and me tightly.

15) The old man came out of the dark room. In the dim light, she saw her face covered with blood, dripping down and looking at him with empty eyes.

16) In the night when the moon and stars are few, bright lights are emitted from the windows of every household, just like the stars in the sky falling into the world.

2. Poems about the night sky

Meng Haoran, now that the sun has set in the west, the valley behind the valley is blurred.

The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

Dreams smell broken horns and send them back, and old scars look new. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.

My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.

Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.

The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. The next morning, he found that his white arrow was not on the stone ridge.

3. Love Night Pavilion Poems

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a poem by Du Mu about the mountains, which was about loving the night pavilion.

Mountain Tour in Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Translation:

Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are people.

I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.

Love Evening Pavilion is one of the four famous pavilions in China, located in Xia Qingfeng Canyon of Yuelu Mountain, Hunan Province. The pavilion was founded by Luo Dian, then president of Yuelu Academy, during the Qianlong period. Its real name is Hongye Pavilion, also called Ai Fengting, and later it was changed to Love Night Pavilion. It is called the four famous pavilions in China together with Zuiweng Pavilion in Anhui, Huxin Pavilion in Hangzhou and Taoran Pavilion in Beijing.

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This is a seven-character quatrain that describes and praises the scenery of mountains and forests in late autumn. The first sentence: "Hanshan stone path is far away." From the bottom up, write a stone road, winding to the mountains and autumn. The word "cold" points to the late autumn season; The word "far" describes the length of the mountain road; The word "oblique" takes care of the word "far" at the beginning of the sentence and writes a high and slow mountain. Because the slope is not big, you can travel by car.

The word "someone" in the second sentence will remind people of the smoke curling up in the kitchen, the cock crowing and the dog barking, making them feel that the mountains are full of vitality and there is no dead terror. The word "sit" in the third sentence "Stop in the Maple Grove and Sit Late" is interpreted as "because" because the sunset in the Maple Grove is so charming, the poet deliberately stopped to watch. The word "late" in this sentence is skillfully used.

The fourth sentence: "Frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the central sentence of the whole poem. The descriptions of the first three sentences are all paving the way for this sentence. Why do poets use "Yu Hong" instead of "Hong Ru"? Because "red as" is like spring flowers, it is nothing more than embellishing natural beauty. And "Red in" can't be compared with spring flowers. It is not only brighter in color, but also more cold-resistant and can stand the test of wind and frost.

References:

Sogou Encyclopedia _ Mountain Travel

4. Poems about flying

A poem about "soaring"

1, purple fog (Hou Yuanshan, Qinyuanchun)

2. Fog in the sky (Song Caoxun, Rui Hexian)

3. Laugh at Ge Hong's soaring outside (Gao Song Guo Guan, Rui Hexian)

4, riding a dragon to take off, the Shang Dynasty Jade Emperor rushed to the top (Yuan Niu real person "After crossing the golden lotus and offering cranes, Volume 4")

5, rapids defoaming (Bao Zhao in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, "There is a Way in Poetry")

6. Take off and make waves (Wei and Blowing Clear Tunes)

7, take off yourself and return home (in "Send Wang Secret School to give lectures in Lingnan")

8. Musfu Tengfei (Song Shiwen Jun's "A Trip to Fu Fei")

9. Everything in the mountain wants to take off (Song Chenkun's "You Wu Zuo Yi")

A poem about "Morning Peak"

1, Zigefeng Morning Tour (Tang Baijuyi, Suzigeshan North Village)

2. Climb the Sunview Peak in the morning (Song Mei Yao Chen's "Climbing Mount Taishan Sunview Peak")

3. In the morning, the Fangcheng overtook several peaks (Song and Zhang's "Miao Zhan Zen Master who stayed and sent the mountain")

4. See the international peak in the morning (a trip to the southern suburbs of Wenrenling, Zhu Ming)

5. Zen poetry

In the history of China, scholars left many poems about Zen. I personally like these poems about Zen:

1. Tiyigong Zen Room

Tang Meng Hao ran

The righteous practice Zen silence and become attached to the empty forest.

The outdoor peak is beautiful and the front steps are deep.

The setting sun is full of rain, the sky is gray and gloomy.

Look at the lotus net, and you will know that you are not stained.

2. Go through the probation temple and negotiate with Ren Shangshan Hospital.

Don

Hold a bamboo stick at dusk and wait for the tiger.

Urge guests to listen to the sound of mountains and go back to the house to chase water.

Wildflowers are blooming well, and valley birds are whispering.

Sitting in the open forest at night, the breeze is as straight as autumn.

Spend a summer in Qingliu Temple to have sex with Zen master.

Don

Longzhong to the elderly, Xu Bu visited the Zen Palace.

If you want to ask healthy qi, you can see the disease from a distance.

In the eyes of mountains and rivers, in the law of the world.

Don't blame the heat, can give birth to the wind.

4. Collection of Qinglongshan Tanbi Brothers Courtyard

Don Wang Changling

Originally a quiet place, bamboo forests led to seclusion.

There are mountains outside the eaves, and heaven and earth are born.

5. Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple

Tang changjian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand sounds have disappeared, and I only hear the bell.

6. Lindong An Baili

Tang Qiji

Tuas have a pocket rate, and the empty pool is full of white lotus.

Autumn wind and bright moon, in front of Ramadan cinema.

After the color is removed, the fragrance is very harmonious.

Who knows that there is no sex, and there is a kind heart.

7. Jiongji's occasional problems

Tangzhenggu

The past is long and sighing, how can it be disturbed by labor?

So the mountain never returns, and the tower climbs alone.

Listen to the deer in the autumn garden under the forest, sweep the leaves by the river and set the sun.

There are two peaks in the aftertaste, and I have seen the ice in Anxi Waterfall.

8. Shitan is a good place.

Minglizhi

Ten volumes are profound and eternal, and the spring breeze has a bosom friend.

In other words, watching the flowers bloom on the lake, people are self-sufficient

9. fahai temple visited Rengong.

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Trees are full of empty mountains and leaves are full of corridors, and robes are cool in the north wind.

I don't know how much autumn smells, so I rolled up the curtains and asked the sunset.