Tang Dynasty: YEATION

The river is heavy, the sails are shaded and the fish swim in the cold wave at night. At the ferry, Bai Niao flies, smoke billows, and fishing songs are hidden in the depths of reed flowers.

The boat is short to Lanpu, and people go, and the bamboo path is rustling through the green sand. There is no wind and rain in the middle of the night, the moonlight is cool, and the dew meets the beads and becomes a round lotus.

Mishin Yin Yin

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

The rocking of a gondola. Temporarily moored on the south bank of the Chu River. Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment. The water is wide, the geese are flat, and the dance is scattered. Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition. The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow.

Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here. It's too late to feel tired. Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes. Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion. The grass is wide and the afterglow is full. There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away.

Zhu Yingtai is nearby.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Hang a sail, fly an oar and cross Diaoyutai Road. Wine sickness is boring, and you can listen to singing with a pillow. Heartbroken clouds and heavy smoke trees, looking back, where is the lonely city.

Doing nothing. Who cares about the king and never dreams about sex? I used to hate the old and have fun, but there was no evidence in my mind. You know, there is no reason to want to see you. You are infatuated with yourself, and you are a thousand people.

Yellow Crane Tower —— Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wan

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered 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.

Lotte in Yangzhou met for the first time.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.

People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.

Wangtianmen mountain

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.