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Ancient poems about the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River
1, Upper Three Gorges, Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Original: Wushan is blue and the water is flowing. The water suddenly runs out, and the sky is gone. It's too late to go to scalper three times. Three times, I don't feel my temples become silk.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Bashui crosses Wushan, and Wushan is sandwiched with blue sky. The water suddenly seems to be at the end, and the sky is still trapped inside. Three mornings in Huangniuxia and three nights in Huangniuxia. You can't walk out of Huangniuxia for three days and nights like this. How can people not worry about their temples?

2,' Emei Mountain Moon Song' Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Original: In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflects. ? In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.

Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: In front of the towering Mount Emei, there is a half-moon shape hanging. The flowing Pingqiang River reflects the moon. Set out by boat at night, leave Qingxi and go straight to the Three Gorges. Miss you, hard to meet, reluctant to part with Yuzhou.

3. Wushan Qu Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao.

Original: The valleys in the upper reaches of Bajiang River are repeated, with steep balconies and twelve peaks. When Jing Wong was shooting at Wuyiyun, she dreamed that Wushan Goddess was lying high in Yan Luowang at night. Clouds, rainbows and rain wet the goddess' face, and the thin goddess of the moon star became a gap in the clouds. Looking around, there is no longer the shadow of the goddess. I heard the voice of the monkey in the gap, and unconsciously tears wet my clothes.

Interpretation of the vernacular: the mountains of the Three Gorges in Badong are heavy and heavy, and the twelve peaks next to Mount Yang are green and steep. When King Jing was hunting, it happened that it was raining heavily in Wushan. He slept on the mountain at night and dreamed of the goddess of Wushan. Clouds, rainbows and light rain wet the beautiful face of the goddess, and the moon star turned into a cloud and flew in the gorge. As far as I can see, I will never see the shadow of the goddess again. When I heard the voice of the ape in the canyon, I felt my clothes wet with tears.

4, "Early Baidi City" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Original: The emperor bid farewell to Baiyun and returned to Jiangling thousands of miles a day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In the morning, the morning glow is all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are constantly echoing. When the ape's crow was still ringing in his ears, the brisk boat had crossed the endless mountains.

5. Wanghailou Song Dynasty: Mi Fei.

Original: The iron urn between the clouds is close to the sky, and the ethereal flying floor is hundreds of feet. The sound of the Three Gorges River flows at the bottom of the pen, before the sails of the Six Dynasties fall into the bottle. Several times to draw a corner to remind the red sun, nothing happened in Cangzhou. Where is the sudden happiness? Spring breeze and autumn moon are empty.

Interpretation of the vernacular: the towering Tieweng City is close at hand, and the high-rise buildings of Lingyun seem to be connected with the sky. The sound of the Three Gorges seems to flow into the bottom of my pen, and the sails of the Six Dynasties seem to fall in front of my cup. A few whimpering corners urged the red sun to set, and white smoke curled up in the quiet Cangzhou in the distance. It suddenly occurred to me where the beautiful scenery is. The past is like smoke, and the spring breeze and the autumn moon are at a loss.