1. The Yangtze River

river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages. Nostalgia at Red Cliff by Su Shi

the stars lean down from open space, Travel Night by Du Fu of and the moon comes running up the river

leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, Ascending the Mountain by Du Fu of while I watch the long river always rolling on

The lonely sails are all blue, but the Tianmen of Li Bai's Seeing Meng Haoran to Guangling in the Yangtze River is interrupted, and the clear water flows eastward back to Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain

where the mountains end and the plains begin. Li Bai's "Coming into Wine"

2. The Yellow River falls to the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. Li Bai's Fourteenth Gift to Pei

3. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci

4. mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. to ascend another storey to see a thousand miles further

Wang Zhihuan's at heron lodge

5. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. Wang Wei's

3. Guilin

Guilin's landscape is the best in the world

On the blue waves, people look at Shandong in Traveling in a pictorial world's

Han tablet looks at Xi 'an, Song tablet looks at Guilin (proverb)

4. Hangzhou

Poems describing Hangzhou are mostly around the West Lake:

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to make up lightly. "

Describe the autumn moon in Pinghu, the West Lake: Wanqing Lake is as flat as a mirror, and it is most suitable for autumn when the moon is fine at four o'clock.

Magnolia is slow (unlike two poets in West Lake)

Tender and cold urge guests to visit, carrying wine and poems home. The red leaves cover the mountains, the clear spring washes the stones, and how many hearts are there. Sanshengxi

said goodbye to the bridge, and I was disappointed with Luo and still provoked Cui Yun's clothes. Unlike this drunken dream, the emperor city is a few degrees oblique. Hongfei Smoke and water are

gentle. Looking back, only you know. I miss the memory of Wujiang heron, and I feel lonely and resentful, but I still have something. Yun Qi wakes up in a dream at the peak, which is

a time of thin singing and remembering the monarch at the bottom of the window. When will I find a later appointment? I'll send plum branches first for you.

spring outing of Qiantang Lake

Bai Juyi

Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.

several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud.

flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.

I like the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar.

Is this Jiang Nanyi who wrote Bai Causeway? Recalling Jiangnan

recalling Jiangnan (Bai Juyi)

Jiangnan is good,

I used to know the scenery.

When the sun rises, the river is more red than fire.

When the spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

can you forget Jiangnan?

Jiang Nanyi,

What I remember most is Hangzhou:

Looking for laurels in the mountain temple in the middle of the month,

Watching the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion.

when will you visit again?

Jiang Nanyi,

Next, I remember Wu Gong:

Wu Jiu drank a cup of spring bamboo leaves,

Wu Wa danced and got drunk with hibiscus.

meet again sooner or later.

Ten Poems on the West Lake (exploring the spring and Su Causeway's spring dawn)

There is a crow in the upper garden, and the heron in Zhongzhou rises, and it is only when the clock is sparse that the clouds are clear. Leng Xiang Gou, lamp dust, residual dream still sing fragrant grass.

scratch your head and look at the shutter, and you can see where Liuqiao is. Cui radial is a talented person, and he took advantage of the Lakers. Water-skimming anemone

fills the air. When I still remember the year, the flag pavilion sang wine. The faint sound of spring, Che Baole, the second Fengcheng opened. Only taking a walk in the heart, getting up early, is not too cold. Painting the diaphragm stands idle in the east wind, and whoever sweeps the old red will sweep it.

< Fujian Hangzhou > is selected from "All Poems of Tang Dynasty" Author: Mou Rong

The west wind blows cold through the mink and fur, and the rush does not stop. Sails take the sunset over the Pu,

and hearts follow the bright moon to Hangzhou. When the wind is clear, you will be surprised by the homesickness, and when you hear the song under the lamp, don't worry.

If you think of Hangzhou prospering, you should leave your worries with your words before respecting it.