1. Poems about Yuntai Mountain

1. The path of Yuntai Pavilion is connected with the dark, and there is an immortal elixir in it.

From the original poem "The Yuntai Song of Xiyue Sends Danqiuzi" by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai "The Yuntai Song of Xiyue Sends Danqiuzi" How majestic the West Mountain is! The Yellow River flows like silk from the sky. The Yellow River touches the mountains for thousands of miles, and the vortex spins around the mines of Qin.

The glory and glory are colorful, and the saint is here for a thousand years. The giant spirit roared and broke the two mountains, and the flood sprayed arrows into the East China Sea.

The three peaks stand as if they are about to be destroyed, and the green cliffs and red valleys are as high as palms. The white emperor's gold essence transports vitality, and the stone is used as a lotus flower and the clouds are used as a platform.

The Tao of Yuntai Pavilion is connected with Yao Ming, and there is an immortal elixir in it. The star lady is ready to sweep, and Magu is scratching her back with her fingers and paws.

My emperor holds the heaven and earth in his hands, and Danqiu talks about the sky and the heavens. The nine levels are born with brilliance, coming from the east to Penglai and returning to the west.

If you drink the jade syrup to benefit an old friend, you can fly to the sky on two thatched dragons. Translation Huashan is so majestic and Cui Wei is so majestic and tall! Looking from afar, the Yellow River is like a filament, winding and twisting from the horizon.

Then, it galloped thousands of miles, surged forward, and the mountains shook and the valleys shook. The whirling whirlpool is like a rolling wheel; the roar of the water is like thunder in Qin.

The sun shines, the water mist transpires, the atmosphere is peaceful and colorful. If you are clear in a thousand years, a saint will be born.

You are like a giant spirit, roaring in, breaking the mountain to clear the way, and moving forward. Huge waves and jets surged all the way into the East China Sea.

The three dangerous peaks of Huashan Mountain have to retreat and stand tall, and they are so dangerous that they are about to be destroyed. The green cliffs stand tall and the alchemy valleys are dyed red, just like the traces left by the river god who opened the mountain and opened a road.

The White Emperor’s magical power created the strange peaks and scenery of Mount Huashan. The Lotus Peak is made of hard stone and opens up to the Yuntai with misty clouds. The plank road leading to the Yuntai stretches all the way to the deep and unfathomable netherworld, where the immortal Dan Qiusheng lives.

The star lady pours jade liquid and sweeps it diligently every day; Magu Fairy's hands are like bird's claws, which can best scratch people's backs. The Queen Mother of the West holds the gate of heaven and earth with her hand, and Danqiu faces the sky and talks loudly about the mulberry fields of the universe.

He went in and out of the nine heavens, and Huashan was more glorious. He went to Penglai in the east to seek elixir, and returned to Huashan in the west. If you can drink the sweet jade liquid and nectar freely to a friend like me, we can ride two thatch dogs, transform into dragons, and fly up Mount Huashan to become immortals.

2. At the end of the banquet, the Han emperor and his ministers discussed their military exploits on the cloud platform. From the original poem "Four Poems for a Young Man" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

When we meet, our spirit will be your drink, tied to a horse by the weeping willow of a tall building. Yu Linlang was born as an official in the Han Dynasty. He first fought with the Hussar in Yuyang.

Who knows how painful it is to go to the side court? Even if you die, you can still smell the fragrance of the chivalrous bones. One body can make two sculptures, and a thousand-weight cavalry seems to be nothing.

Sitting on the golden saddle and playing with white feathers, they shot five Shanyus one after another. At the end of the banquet, the Han monarchs and ministers discussed their military exploits on the cloud platform.

The emperor Linxuan bestowed the seal of the marquis, and the general wore it from the Mingguang Palace. Translation: The fine wine produced in Xinfeng is worth tens of thousands of dollars, and most of the knights who haunt the capital Chang'an are young people.

When they met, they had the same mood and drank happily. The horse was tied to the willow tree under the restaurant. He became an officer of the Royal Guards just after leaving home, and then followed the Hussars General to participate in the Yuyang War.

Who doesn’t know the hardships and dangers of going to the frontier to join the army, but even if you die fighting for the country, you have no regrets or complaints. A man can draw an iron bow engraved with pictures with both hands. Although there are layers of enemy cavalry surrounding him, in his eyes it feels like he is in a deserted land.

Sitting sideways on the saddle, he calmly adjusted the bow and arrow, and shot the arrow, causing many enemy leaders to fall off their horses. The emperor and his ministers had just finished the grand celebration banquet, and they were sitting on a high cloud platform talking about their military exploits.

The emperor came to the Xuan Palace in person and gave them the seal of the marquis, and asked these generals to wear them and walk out of the Mingguang Palace. 3. Invite me to the cloud platform and bow to Wei Shuqing.

From the original poem "Ancient Style·Nineteen Rains" written by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty. "Ancient Style·Nineteen Rains" goes west to Lianhua Mountain, far away to see the stars. The hibiscus is held in plain hands, and the steps are too clear.

The neon clothes are trailing the wide belt, floating up to the sky. Invite me to the cloud platform and bow to Wei Shuqing.

Go with it in a trance, driving like a dragon to Ling Ziming. Looking down at Luoyang River, you can see Hu soldiers walking in the vast distance.

The weeds are covered with blood, and the jackals are all covered with tassels. Translation: On the Lotus Peak of Huashan Mountain in Xiyue Mountain, the fairies shine like stars.

Holding the bright hibiscus in her bare hands, she wandered into space. Wearing neon clothes and wide ribbons, they float into the sky like clouds.

Invite me to go up to the Caiyun High Platform and worship Shuqing Wei with clasped hands. Panic-stricken, he followed them and rode the swan geese to the purple heaven.

Looking at the Luoyang Plain casually, An Lushan soldiers are everywhere. Rivers of blood flowed everywhere, and the rebels and ministers were all sealed.

4. If you present a Yuntai watch, you will receive a good reputation. From the original poem "The Song of Entering the Dynasty" by Xie Tiao of the Southern and Northern Dynasties "The Song of Entering the Dynasty" The beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, the imperial state of Jinling.

The meandering wind brings green water and leads to the Zhulou. The road is lined with flying deer, and the ditch is shaded by hanging poplar trees.

The wings of Ningjia are high, and the drums are stacked to send the flower basket. If you present a Yuntai watch, you will receive good fame and success.

Translation The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful and fertile, and the women are beautiful. Jinling was once used as the main capital by many emperors. The city wall surrounds a winding moat, with rippling green waves, beautiful scenery, and row upon row of high-rise buildings.

The majestic roof ridge sandwiched the road dedicated to the emperor, and the shade of willows covered the river flowing through the palace garden. The soothing sound of bamboo sticks and the light and dense sound of drums greeted me in the gorgeous vehicle.

I stand in court, my advice is accepted, and I can gain fame, fortune, and fame. 5. My traces are grateful to Yuntai Pavilion, and my heart follows Tianma Yuan.

From the original poem "Letter to Cai She Renxiong" written by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty. The dance of Chu intoxicates the blue clouds, and the song of Wu cuts off the ape.

Because of the rise of common people, we talk and laugh about An Liyuan. I also love this person, and the sky is full of hope.

When encountering a sage, he dares to advance or die. What's wrong with the white jade? The blue fly was then wronged.

Once I went to Beijing, I stayed in Liangyuan for ten years. The fierce dog barks at nine levels, killing the angry spirit.

The emperor’s sky is filled with snow, and the atmosphere is dim during the day. Kuilong was obtained from Taijie, and the Central Plains was filled with peaches and plums.

Falling over the sea to find the bright moon, Lingshan picking fragrant sun. I am ashamed of my Hengcao Gong and I am ashamed of my kindness.

My traces are grateful to Yuntai Pavilion, and my heart is following Tianma Yuan. Master Wang Zuocai, who will comment now? The layers are soaring and shaking the six feathers, and I am thinking about it every day.

I walked across the five lakes, and the smoke and waves crashed. Dreaming of fishing in the mausoleum, the heroic style still exists.

The star is hidden, and the weak plant has no support. A thousand miles back, a thousand miles a long song.

The yellow crane will not come again, what will the breeze be worried about! The boat floats on the Xiaoxiang moon, and the mountains fall on Dongting waves. To laugh at the ancients is to pour water into the water, and to find harmony in the sky.

In the free time, in the fields, the chickens and geese scratch their backs. We should spend more time in Wuling when we part ways and visit each other.

Translation I once admired Xie An, a famous scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and took his prostitute Gao Yin to Dongshan. The light Chu dance intoxicates the clouds in the sky, and the beautiful Wu song interrupts the desolate ape sounds.

For the sake of the people, he temporarily became an official. He defeated the army of the former Qin Dynasty while talking and laughing, and made the people safe. I also want to be such a person, hopefully one day. 2. Verses about Yuntai Mountain

Verses about Yuntai Mountain: 1. "The Yuntai Song of Xiyue as a Farewell to Dan Qiuzi" (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty) How majestic is the Xiyue Mountain, and the Yellow River flows like silk from the sky.

The Yellow River touches the mountains for thousands of miles, and the vortex spins around the mines of Qin. The glory and glory are colorful, and the saint is here for a thousand years.

2. "Fifty-nine Ancient Poems" (Li Bai Tang) No. 19 Invite me to the cloud platform. Gao Yiwei Shuqing.

Let it go. Drive Hong Ling Zi Ming.

Looking down at Luoyang River. Hu soldiers are walking around in confusion.

Bleeding paints weeds. The jackal is in full glory.

3. The new rhyme of "Hongshi Gorge 1" There are rainbows hanging in Wenpan Valley, and the water is blue, the rocks are red, and the waterfall is strange. It should be the best place to visit, as Jiulong Pond meets Jiulong River.

Basic introduction: Yuntai Mountain is located in Xiuwu County, Jiaozuo City, Henan Province. The scenic area covers an area of ??240 square kilometers, including Baijia Rock, Hongshi Gorge, Zifang Lake, Quanpu Gorge, Tanpu Gorge, Macaques Valley, Diecai Cave, Zhuyu Peak, Wanshan Temple, Fenglin Gorge, Qinglong Gorge and other major attractions. The mountainous terrain is complex, and the climate varies significantly with altitude and mountain topography.

There are abundant springs and lush vegetation here. The original secondary forest covers the entire mountain, and there are more than 500 types of trees and exotic flowers and plants. 3. If you are in urgent need of original poems about nostalgia for Yuntai Mountain, you can also write original poems

Xiyue Yuntai Song to Send Dan Qiuzi (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)

How majestic the Xiyue Mountains are, and the Yellow River flows like silk from the sky.

The Yellow River touches the mountains for thousands of miles, and the vortex spins around the mines of Qin.

The glory and glory are colorful, and the saint is here for a thousand years.

The giant spirit roared and broke the two mountains, and the flood sprayed arrows into the East China Sea.

The three peaks stand as if they are about to be destroyed, and the green cliffs and red valleys are as high as palms.

The White Emperor’s golden essence transports vitality, and the stone serves as the lotus and clouds serve as the platform.

The Tao of Yuntai Pavilion is connected with Yao Ming, and there is an immortal elixir in it.

The star lady is ready to sweep, and Magu is scratching her back with her fingers and claws.

My emperor holds the heaven and earth in his hands, and Danqiu talks about the sky and the heavens.

The nine levels are born with brilliance, coming from the east to Penglai and returning to the west.

I drink the jade syrup for my old friends, and fly to the sky on two thatched dragons.

In addition to Xu Shan, a member of the Dongmei Xu Shan Department, who failed to stop the rain, he sent this poem (Du Fu Tang) to congratulate him.

Today, there are many people in Xijing except Nei Shenglang.

The general family is only the Shen family, and the emperor's visit is like that of Feng Tang.

The public of Shilu Qun asked, the old history of Confucianism.

Qingqiu is straight and bright.

There is no time for feasting and comfort, and the emotions are empty and exciting.

How can Si Cun compare? The dining department is silent and sad.

A brief account of the affairs of the poor and lowly people, after all the hardships.

The courtesy is the same as that of all fathers and elders. How can I forget my kindness?

The heavenly road guides the Qiji, and the cloud platform guides the pillars.

The Duke of Tuhuai Gong is happy, his hair is rustling and his hair is green.

Nineteen of the fifty-nine ancient poems (Li Bai Tang)

West Mountain Lotus Mountain. Meet the stars from afar.

Hibiscus in plain hands. The empty steps are too clear.

The colorful clothes drag the wide belt. Flying to heaven.

Invite me to the cloud platform. Gao Yiwei Shuqing.

Let it go. Drive Hong Ling Zi Ming.

Looking down at Luoyang River. Hu soldiers are walking around in confusion.

Bleeding paints weeds. The jackal is in full glory.

Sent to Yuezhou Jia Sima Liuzhang and Bazhou Yan Bashijun Liangge Lao Fifty Rhymes (Du Fu·Tang)

In the Hengyue ape crows, by the Bazhou bird path .

The old friends are all unfavorable, and the banished eunuchs are both at ease.

Create the world in a righteous way, and the prosperity and decline will be uneven.

The talented people in Changsha are far away, and the stars are hanging over the fishing boats.

I recall that yesterday I went to the palace and was worried about holding the imperial banquet.

Li Guang asked Hu Chou and was envoyed to treat Zhang Qian.

There is no more cloud platform battles, only water warships are repaired.

Seventy in Cangmang City, three thousand swords in exile.

The painted horn blows the Qin and Jin Dynasties, and the bow head is bent over the stream.

The young Confucian looks down upon Dong Zhuo, but the wise laughs at Fu Jian.

The waves fill the sea like birds, and the blood will shoot into the sky.

Thousands of people are trying to help us, and we can never move forward.

The clouds dispersed to the north of Chencang, while the clear clouds spread over Taibai Peak.

The messy corpses accumulate in the guards, and the bamboos are broken and the power approaches the swallows.

Fajiao returned to Shuangque, and Wang Shi went to Bachuan.

At this time, the good spirits are flowing around.

The brave tiger wears the golden armor, and the unicorn receives the jade whip.

The courtiers are familiar with people's battles, and the stable horses are able to ascend to immortality.

The flowers are moving in the snow, and the city is covered with green trees and smoke.

My clothes and my heart are miserable, so I shed tears.

The crying temple is sad and the wind is rushing, and the scenery is beautiful in the morning.

The moon is divided into beams and rice, and the spring is divided into water and money.

The inner pistil is more numerous than Valerian, and the palace sha is softer than cotton.

We worship each other with grace and honor, and we follow our shoulders when we go in and out.

I get drunk in the beautiful hall at night, and fall asleep with heavy embroidered quilt in the cold.

The bridle is neat and the candle is held, and the book is full of notes.

Every time he is promoted to Yuanfu, he will be among the great sages in the future.

Bingjun is just a short distance away, and we can chat with each other again.

If friends are banned and changed, the life of the micro class will be safe.

Qing Bagan was slaughtered, but who would pity his gray hair?

My disciple is Qian Yuanxian, and all the old people are pious.

If the teachers are modest, how can the township party respect them first?

The old good heart is broken, and the new sorrow is about to penetrate the eyes.

Green stems and dangerous stacks of bamboos, red and greasy small lake lotus.

Jia's essays on loneliness and anger, and several poems by Yan.

You must know the deep meaning and suffering, and don’t let others spread it.

The silk brocade is constantly weaving, and the silk thread has broken strings.

Pu Ou can't break his head, Frost Falcon can't punch empty.

The land is remote and smoky, and the mountains are thick and narrow with stone springs.

And the days are spent playing chess, and the years are spent using wine.

Dian County finally faded away. Govern in real terms and give up donations.

Arrangements should be made for arrogant officials to return to their fields.

It is rare to go and go, and the wisdom is mysterious.

The ancients said it was passing away, but I will predict the end.

Long turns outwards and casts his trace, and Yuyang regains control of the string.

Laughing because my wife is tired, I am willing to change with the passing years.

Family visits are rare, and wars are frequent.

Rao Mengmeng in a foreign country, lost his wife? 邅.

Frequent illnesses are accompanied by drowning, and long chanting prevents quiet defecation.

If a man is as handsome as he is, he will surely rise to the top if he aspires to do so.

The Twelve Rhymes of the Founding of the Capital (Du Fu·Tang)

The common people have not yet rested, and Hu Ma is half the world.

When discussing on the cloud platform, who will support Huang Wuzun?

The capital was divided into Wei Que and Jingmen at Shao.

I am afraid that I will lose the hope of the people in the East, and I will be like the people in the West.

Times are critical and it is time to avenge shame. How can we take it lightly if the plan is too big?

Although you rely on the third level of righteousness, you will eventually worry about the collapse of the world.

It’s a shame to hold the train to death, but it’s a blessing to slip through the net.

I will always cry in the court of Han Dynasty, and pity the soul of Xiangshui from afar.

Jiang Jian, a poor winter visitor, has a pastoral life wherever he goes.

The wind breaks the green cattail branches, and the frost buries the green bamboo roots.

The clothes and hats are empty and crowded, and Guan Fu has been in a coma for a long time.

May the day of Chang'an be in vain and the light shine on Beiyuan. 4. Poems describing the sea

The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. ——Wang Zhihuan, "Climbing the Stork and Magpie Tower"

When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west? ——Yuefu's "Long Song Xing"

There will be times when we ride the wind and waves, and hang our sails directly across the sea. ——Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult"

The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. ——Zhang Ruoxu, "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

Facing the Jieshi to the east, you can view the sea. Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall. ——Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"

The floating sky and the vast sea are far away, but the method of death is light. ——Qian Qi's "Sending the Monk Back to Japan"

He bows his head without Qilu, and looks eastward to the sea like a cup. ——Li Mengyang's "Mount Tai"

There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world.

——Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

Hai Ri was born in the remaining night, and Jiang Chun entered the old year. ——Wang Wan "Under Cibeigu Mountain"

The bright moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Reminiscing about the Past"

When there is no wind in the sea, the waves are calm. ——Bai Juyi's "Screen with Sea Pictures"

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. ——Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital"

If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. ——Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"

If you don't see me, I'm walking along the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is turning yellow into the sky. ——Cen Shen's "Traveling to the River to Send Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition"

The mountains and rocks are fine in the mouth, and the sea waves are flat in the heart. ——Han Yu's "Jingwei Reclamation"

The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the Zhejiang tide. ——Song Zhiwen, "Lingyin Temple"

The vast East China Sea is full of waves, and the big moonlight reunites on the horizon. ——Huang Zunxian "Watching the Moon in a Boat on the Pacific Ocean and Composing a Song on the Night of August 15th"

Thirty thousand miles of river east enters the sea, and five thousand mountains reach the sky. ——Lu You "Feelings of Coming Out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness at Dawn on an Autumn Night"

The mountains and rivers surrounding the city rise in spring, and the river waves enter the sea and become tidal at night. ——Chen Zilan's "Enbo Bridge Poems"

The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life. ——Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal"

A rain spreads across two continents, flowing across the world into the east. However, it is hard to find all the remaining characters, and they travel far away with wind and thunder. ——Liang Qichao, "Rain in the Pacific"

Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and clouds form sea towers. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Li Si"

Where can the people who cook the sea camp? The women have no silkworms and the weavers have no plows. The source of food and clothing is too sparse, and you will be forced to cook in a pot. Liu Yong's "Song of Cooking the Sea" 5. Classical poems from Yuntai Mountain

"Evening Tour to Busan Taoist Temple to Visit Xuanyuan Temple" Tang Qianqi

After searching the list of things, The cave is next to the second stream. We have entered Yingzhou far away, who said the road to immortality is long.

A solitary smoke rises from the deep bamboo, and a Taoist monk is burning incense. I love the quietness of the mountains when I sing the chime, and I love the cool night when I walk empty.

Still the same as the Xiangdi Temple, and go up to Zixia Gang. The bright moon hangs over the beautiful tree, and the star reflects in Bitang.

I contemplate the art of alchemy and am willing to pick jade and fragrant flowers. I hold the floating hills together and ride on the clouds to say goodbye to my hometown.

"Inscription on Sun Yiren's Stone Wall in Tianmen Valley" by Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty

Where the cliffs and rocks are turbulent, the deep bamboo shines obliquely. The master is lying on a stone, his heart and ears are filled with clear light.

The spring thunder has recently been solved, and the empty valley is half full of fragrance. There are rainbows in the clouds and butterflies flying in the medicine garden.

The evil clamor and Mu Jia escape, and they look at Shaowei for several nights. What can we say when we meet? We forget our feelings and share our interest. 6. Famous quotes about Yuntai Mountain

Dr. Ide (Director of the Earth Science Department of UNESCO and an authoritative international geoscience expert): “I have to admit that Yuntai Mountain is a unique and incomparable geological park. . It gives me the impression of a movement, a Beethoven symphony, the most beautiful landscape symphony.

"Visiting the Taoist Temple in Busan at Night" by Qian Qi of the Tang Dynasty.

After searching the surface, I found that the cave was far away from Yingzhou.

The lonely smoke came out of the deep bamboo, and the Taoist monks were burning incense. Love the quietness of the mountains, and enjoy the cool night while walking.

Still the same as the Xiangdi Temple, and go up to the Zixia Hill. I am willing to collect jade and fragrant flowers. I will take advantage of the clouds to bid farewell to my hometown.

"Tianmen Valley Inscribed on Sun Yiren's Stone Wall" Tang Qianqi

Where the cliffs and rocks flow. The bamboo is shining slantingly. The owner is lying on the stone, and his heart and ears are clear.

The spring thunder is coming, the valley is half fragrant, and the medicine garden is full of butterflies.

Mu Jia escapes, how can I tell when we meet each other? 7. I can also use original poems about nostalgia for Yuntai Mountain

Song of Yuntai Mountain in Xiyue as a gift to Dan Qiuzi (Li Bai). ·Tang Dynasty) How majestic the mountains are, and the Yellow River flows like silk from the sky.

The Yellow River touches the mountains and swirls around the land of Qin. The glorious glory is colorful, and the saint is here for a thousand years.

The giant spirit roars and smashes the two mountains, and the torrential waves shoot arrows into the East China Sea. However, the three peaks stand as if they are about to be destroyed, and the green cliffs and valleys are high.

The white emperor's golden essence transports vitality, and the stones are made of lotus and clouds. Terrace. In the Yuntai Pavilion, there is an immortal Danqiu.

The star lady is preparing to sweep, and Magu is scratching her back with her fingers and claws. The Danqiu is chatting with the sky.

The nine levels are brilliant, come to Penglai in the east and return to the west. Drink the jade juice to benefit the old friend, ride on the two thatched dragons and fly up to the sky.

Congratulations on the failure of the rain, I send you this poem (Du Fu Tang). Today, except for the internal minister, the Shen family is the only one who visits the emperor like Feng Tang. The old history is long. In the Qing Dynasty, the whole house is full of glory.

There is no time for feasting and comfort. The feeling is empty and the food is sad.

The affairs of the poor and lowly people have passed through the rain. How can I forget the kindness of my parents?

Fifty-nine ancient poems (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty) Nineteen of them are Xiyue Lotus Mountain.

Meet the stars from afar. Hibiscus in hand.

The empty step is too clear. Neon clothes trailing wide belt.

Flying to heaven. Invite me to the cloud platform.

Gao Yiwei Shuqing. Go with it.

Jia Hong Ling Zi Ming. Looking down at Luoyang River.

Hu soldiers are walking around in vast numbers. Bleeding painted weeds.

The jackal is in full glory. Send it to Jia Sima Liuzhang of Yuezhou and Yan Bashijun of Bazhou Liangge Lao Fifty Rhymes (Du Fu·Tang Dynasty) The ape crows in Hengyue, beside the bird road in Bazhou.

The old friends are all unfavorable, and the banished eunuchs are both at ease. Open up the world to be righteous, and the prosperity and decline will be skewed.

The talented people in Changsha are far away, and the stars are hanging over the fishing boats. I recall that yesterday I walked to the palace and was worried about holding the imperial banquet.

Li Guang asked Hu Chou and was envoyed to treat Zhang Qian. There is no cloud platform battle anymore, only water warships are repaired.

Seventy in Cangmang City, three thousand swords in exile. The painting horn blows the Qin and Jin Dynasties, and the head bows down to the stream.

The young Confucian looks down upon Dong Zhuo, but the wise laughs at Fu Jian. The waves fill the sea like birds, and the blood will shoot into the sky.

Thousands of people are trying to help us, and we can never move forward. The clouds dispersed to the north of Chencang, and the clouds cleared to the top of Taibai.

The messy corpses accumulate in the guards, and the bamboos are broken and the power approaches the swallows. Fa Jia returned to Shuangque, and Wang Shi went down to Bachuan.

At this time, the good spirits are flowing around. The brave tiger opens the golden armor, and the unicorn receives the jade whip.

The courtiers are familiar with people's battles, and the stable horses are able to ascend to immortality. The flowers are moving in the snow, and the city is covered with green trees and smoke.

My clothes and my heart are miserable, so I shed tears. The crying temple is sad and the wind is rushing, and the scenery is beautiful in the morning.

The moon is divided into beams and rice, and the spring is divided into water and money. The inner pistil is more complex than Valerian, and the palace sha is softer than cotton.

We worship each other with grace and honor, and we follow our shoulders when we go in and out. In the evening, I was drunk in the beautiful hall, and fell asleep with heavy embroidered quilt in the cold.

The bridle is neat and the candle is held, and the book is full of notes. Every time he was promoted to Yuan Fu, he was listed among the great sages.

Bingjun is just a short distance away, and we can chat with each other again. It is forbidden to encourage friends to change, and the lives of micro-classes are safe.

Qing Bagan was slaughtered, but who would pity his gray hair? My disciple is Qian Yuanxian, and all the old people are pious. If the teachers are modest and unqualified, how can the township party respect them first? The old good heart is broken, and the new sorrow is about to penetrate the eyes.

Green stems and dangerous stacks of bamboos, red and greasy small lake lotus. Jia's essays on loneliness and anger, and several poems by Yan.

You must know the deep meaning and suffering, and don’t let others spread it. The silk brocade is constantly weaving, and the silk thread has broken strings.

Pu Ou can't break his head, Frost Falcon can't punch empty. The land is remote, dim and scorched with inflammation, and the mountains are thick and narrow with stone springs.

And the days are spent playing chess, and the years are spent using wine. Dianjun finally fainted.

Government is the most effective way of giving up donations. Arrangements are made for arrogant officials to return to their fields.

It is rare to go and go, and the wisdom is mysterious. The ancients called it death, but my way of predicting the end will come to an end.

Long turns outwards and casts his trace, and Yuyang regains control of the string. I laugh because my wife is tired, and I am happy to move with the years.

Family visits are rare, and wars are frequent. Rao Mengmeng in a foreign country, lost his wife? 邅.

Frequent illnesses are accompanied by drowning, and long chanting prevents quiet defecation. If the public is as majestic as he is, he will surely rise to the top if he aspires to do so.

The Twelve Rhymes of the Founding of the Capital (Du Fu·Tang) The common people have not yet rested, and Hu Ma is half the world. When the discussion is on the cloud platform, who will support Huang Wuzun? The capital was divided into Wei Que and Jingmen at Xia Shao.

I am afraid that I will lose the hope of the people in the East, and I will be like the people in the West. When times are dangerous, it is time to avenge shame. How can we take it lightly if we have a big plan? Although you rely on the third level of righteousness, you will eventually worry about the collapse of the world.

It’s a shame to hold the train to death, but it’s a blessing to slip through the net. I will always cry in the court of Han Dynasty, and pity the soul of Xiangshui in the distance.

Jiang Jian, a poor winter visitor, has a pastoral life wherever he goes. The wind breaks the green cattail branches, and the frost buries the green bamboo roots.

The clothes and hats are empty and crowded, and Guan Fu has been in a coma for a long time. May the day of Chang'an be in vain and its light shine on the Northern Plains.