1. Poems about Changliu
Poems about Changliu 1. Poems about mountains and rivers
Huanxisha (Huangji)
Lu Qi's empty bullet hatred has not yet been settled. It's worthy of holding hands to see people off. The green wine will be cherished and poured out with great care. I must remember you and chant Weibei, you must think of me and write the clouds. If you don’t believe in the music of mountains and flowing water, you will never know the sound of it.
Ruihexian (Lu Shengji)
The remaining plum blossoms are fluttering. Look at the spring return on the willows, and the new green is rubbed. The delicate oriole leaves the valley. Make the sound of springs and fly to trees. Time flies. Sigh the floating life, the flowing light turns the candle. Since spring, every time I travel, I will have more fun with Jiuxia. Xibei. Taking small steps for an outing, sleeping sleepily on fighting grass, on a brocade-yin flower mattress. Clusters of plum blossoms. The singing is wonderful, with silk and bamboo. The benefits of loving a river are high mountains and flowing water, no less Duqu in the south of the city. Laugh all your life, be outstanding and have no cones, and grow old and prosperous.
Golden Chrysanthemums and Hibiscus (Liu Qingfu)
The spring mountains are lightly brushed, the autumn water is flowing slowly, and the jade slender silk trees are caressing leisurely. Press the cool and heavy dew, and stand still in the sad wind. The new rhyme of the plain string Yao Zhen tune, the trembling green leaves, and the golden clusters of hibiscus. The layers are layered and locked, the pieces are picked lightly and slowly, which is very affectionate. Panshang has endless engravings. It sounds like a luan and a phoenix, and the rules correspond to male and female. Asking about mountains and flowing water, who agrees with this? Among them, only close friends are allowed to listen, and there are mausoleums, chariots and horses, and graceful appearances. The people behind the painted curtain are quiet, the piano has three folds in its heart, and golden bells are poured out every now and then.
Congratulations to the Bridegroom (Li Haogu 1)
The character is romantic. Recalling the ups and downs of Jiangdong in those days, I had a close friend named Nan Ruan. I am used to leaning on the beech bed to express my pride, but it is difficult to rest on the piano and eucalyptus. Wonderful system, silver toad full of light. No one's good deeds will be spread throughout the ages, but Maoling and Golden Bowl will be seen in the world. Blow it lightly and think infinitely. Chang'an's hairpins are in chaos. Imitation scale, red stripe dial, charming and affectionate. An acquaintance with the beauty of mountains and flowing waters, children pass on their grudges in vain. It makes Xi and Zhi Lang Xiao disperse. I heard that Sanlu was in a desperate place, and the miserable wind was shaking down the cold river bank. If the intestines are not broken, the intestines are broken.
Qijue (Liang Yusheng)
Playing the sword and singing wildly across Jizhou, throwing red beans in the air.
Where are the people in the high mountains and flowing water? The chivalrous bones and soft intestines always cause trouble.
Two Freehand Poems (Mou Rong)
The lonely and desolate hall has a closed door, and there are few traces of clogs on the moss path. The white hair and crazy dust are broken,
The green felt calms the heart of the guest. There are three pianos in the mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of wine in the bright moon.
After being drunk and lying under the forest with bent arms, there is no need to talk about honor or disgrace in this life.
Xiao Xiaohua's hair is full of hair, and he greets him tiredly at the far-reaching gate. I am happy in silence but have no external admiration.
I feel sorry for myself and know my fate but do not seek glory. Leisure and lust are given by Si Tao Ling. Who can ask Ma Qing when he is sick?
I live in poverty under the forest and live in poverty, even though the city is unknown.
The wind blows into the pines, chanting the scenery of books (Shen Xi)
Bamboo crowns, quinoa canes, and kudzu skirts. Hua hair half hairpin. There is no stumbling block in the world, no worries about ups and downs. The surname cannot be heard, and the soul of dreams lingers in the mountains and forests. Accompanying me is only a piano. The fun is the deepest. I forgot about the dangers on the wild paths across the river bridge and wandered far away in search of a close friend. A song about mountains and rivers, not caring about fame or fortune.
The wind enters the pine (Shen Xi)
The quilling branches support the moon against the high cold. The thin shadow is fluttering*. The dew is cold and clear, the green moss is moist, and after it goes deeper, the sound of Wan Lai is dry. The dust and worries suddenly cease, and the chest is wide at this moment. It's like dressing up and dressing up. Playing the piano alone. How pure is the gold and jade? There are few close friends and I sigh in vain. Aiming at high mountains and flowing water, I am surprised to see you away from cranes and luan.
The wind blows into the pines, chanting the scenery of books (Shen Xi)
Bamboo crowns, quinoa canes, and kudzu lapels. Hua hair half hairpin. There is no stumbling block in the world, no worries about ups and downs. The surname cannot be heard, and the soul of dreams lingers in the mountains and forests. Accompanying me is only a piano. The fun is the deepest. I forget the dangers in the wild trails of the creek and bridge, and wander far away in search of a close friend. A song about mountains and rivers, not caring about fame or fortune.
The wind enters the pine (Shen Xi)
The quilling branches support the moon against the high cold. The thin shadow is fluttering*. The dew is cold and clear, the green moss is moist, and after it goes deeper, the sound of Wan Lai is dry. The dust and worries suddenly cease, and the chest is wide at this moment. It's like dressing up and dressing up. Playing the piano alone. How pure is the gold and jade? There are few close friends and I sigh in vain. Aiming at high mountains and flowing water, I am surprised to see you away from cranes and luan.
2. Ancient poems about long hair
The clouds on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent is warm in the spring night.
----Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" The green clouds are disturbing----Du Mu's "Efang Palace Fu": "The stars are shining, and the makeup mirror is opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is rising It's greasy, and it's like discarding fat and water." "The Palace Poetry of Lady Yunyanhuarui" (the following forty-one poems by Wang Gui are written by the children of Liyuan). When the little palace lady came to the inner garden, her temples were not combed, and her face was like a lotus.
Since I married my wife, I will not let anyone wander into the boat looking for flowers. The temples look like clouds. Ouyang Zhan Wei's house listens to songs. The uniforms are neon and the temples look like clouds. There are people from the Qing Dynasty in Xiao Lang's house.
Let’s drink wine and enjoy the music in a leisurely manner, and fly away the dust all night long. Cicada on the temples by Yang Juyuan, two poems about watching a prostitute enter Taoism. Bi Yufang is a champion in age, and her clear songs can be heard through the flowers.
When spring comes, I shave my hair in Furong Temple, and the cicadas on their temples fall into the green clouds in the wind. Mengjiao Linchiqu In the pond, spring cattail leaves are like ribbons, and purple water chestnuts are as large as horned lotus seeds.
The cicadas lean against the wind on their temples, and both shrike fly eastward. Cicadas are wrapped around the temples, and I look at the beauty. The cicadas are wrapped around the temples, and the white snow occupies the chest.
Love hides her charming smile with red sleeves, and often steals open water lotuses. Also known as "cicada" and Ning Gong's 100 poems. Wear a golden crown to learn how to comb cicadas, and grind jade dragonflies to decorate your temples.
The bedroom is quiet with the curtains drawn, and I stand in front of the imperial stove while trying the incense. ——Learning to comb cicadas means learning to comb hair.
Wang Ya with high temples has thirty palace poems (twenty-seven are preserved). A cluster of green clouds with high temples, the official style is light and yellow. In order to see Princess Jiutian's reputation, she strives to learn home decoration from outside.
Feng Yansi's phoenix bun is like a dream order. The dust blows on the jade mirror and the phoenix bun cannot be rearranged. The tassels of the silk tent weep, and the sadness covers the jade screen and the people are quiet.
Frequent illnesses, many diseases, naturally the movement is uncertain. The snail bun and condensation. A hundred poems from the palace. The snail bun is fragrant and dense, and the water essence is flowing in the breeze.
The gold hairpin is worn sideways in Yichun Sheng, and the hair on the temples will be red for a long time. "Yunji Bao Rong" Fan Zhenzhuan said that he was tired of serving the emperor, so he was rewarded with ten poems. "Yunji Feng" is exquisite in writing, and he sings to the young man.
It is a pity that ten thousand yuan is a reward. Wang Jian's 100 poems about the palace with green bun and green temples. Jade cicadas and golden sparrows are planted in three layers. The green bun is high and the green temples are empty.
When you dance, the spring breeze blows to the ground. When you return, don’t give me a comb. Liu Yuxi, who wears a high bun and a servant girl, presented it to Li Sikong, a prostitute. She wore a high bun and a servant girl with palace-like makeup, and Du Weiniang sang in the spring breeze.
It was commonplace to see noisy things, which cut off the heart of the Suzhou governor. Meng Chi's bun with crows in lotus pond. The veins are low and her sleeves cover her face, and her face is horizontal with autumn water.
The lotus stems have thorns and cannot be broken. You can watch the flowers from the bank of the sun and the sky. Little Bun with Luo Qiu Bi Hong'er's Poems: Lightly comb the little bun and the number comes carelessly, and you don't need a matchmaker to win your heart by chance.
But Hong'er cast a drunken eye, and the Han Emperor's favor returned for a while. Yun Huan Chao Cai Eighteen Midnight Songs Nong not only cuts Yun Huan, but Lang also has his hair parted.
Looking for a place where there is no one, and forming a knot of one heart. The green servant girl, Bai Juyi, leans on the embroidered bed, motionless, her red silk belt slow and the green servant girl lowers her head.
There is no news about spring in Liaoyang, and the flowers bloomed at night and turned west the day before yesterday. The servant girl in green clouds and Yuan Zhen, two poems by Liu and Ruan's wife. The servant girl in green clouds with hibiscus and fat flesh paints the Qingdai Mountain on the tower.
Thousands of peach blossoms and thousands of years of medicine, I don’t know what happened in the world. The green servant girl Gao Chan, Huaqing Palace What's the matter, Jin Yu no longer travels, how can the green servant girl's red face be more sad?
After the heavy door is locked and the forbidden bell is locked, the moon is full and the trees in Lishan Palace are autumn. Cuiyun Huan Du Mu's Mountain Pomegranate is like a volcanic pomegranate reflecting on a hill. It can be both beautiful and leisurely in its complexity.
On a beautiful woman’s jade hairpin, it is suspected that the green cloud servant girl has been burned. Lu Guimeng, the crow servant, and the Five Wonders of Nostalgia in the Wa Palace in the Meiguan Hall. The flowers in the first palace ripple, and the crow servant girl emerges from her cocoon eyebrows.
It can be expected that the singing and dancing sleeves in the seat will be swept down and the flag will be lowered. The golden steps on the temples are swaying, and the hibiscus tent is warm in the spring night.
----Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" The green clouds are disturbing----Du Mu's "Efang Palace Fu": "The stars are shining, and the makeup mirror is opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is rising It's greasy, and it's like discarding fat and water." "The Palace Poetry of Lady Yunyanhuarui" (the following forty-one poems by Wang Gui are written by the children of Liyuan). When the little palace lady came to the inner garden, her temples were not combed, and her face was like a lotus.
Since I married my wife, I will not let anyone wander into the boat looking for flowers. The temples look like clouds. Ouyang Zhan Wei's house listens to songs. The uniforms are neon and the temples look like clouds. There are people from the Qing Dynasty in Xiao Lang's house.
Let’s drink wine and enjoy the music in a leisurely manner, and fly away the dust all night long. Cicada on the temples by Yang Juyuan, two poems about watching a prostitute enter Taoism. Bi Yufang is a champion in age, and her clear songs can be heard through the flowers.
When spring comes, I shave my hair in Furong Temple, and the cicadas on their temples fall into the green clouds in the wind. Mengjiao Linchiqu In the pond, spring cattail leaves are like ribbons, and purple water chestnuts are as large as horned lotus seeds.
The cicadas lean against the wind on their temples, and both shrike fly eastward. Cicadas are wrapped around the temples, and I look at the beauty. The cicadas are wrapped around the temples, and the white snow occupies the chest.
Love hides her charming smile with red sleeves, and often steals open water lotuses. Also known as "cicada" and Ning Gong's 100 poems. Wear a golden crown to learn how to comb cicadas, and grind jade dragonflies to decorate your temples.
The bedroom is quiet with the curtains drawn, and I stand in front of the imperial stove while trying the incense. ——Learning to comb cicadas means learning to comb hair.
Wang Ya with high temples has thirty palace poems (twenty-seven are preserved). A cluster of green clouds with high temples, the official style is light and yellow. In order to see Princess Jiutian's reputation, she strives to learn home decoration from outside.
Phoenix Bun Feng Yansi is like a dream order. The dust is blowing on the jade platform and the Luan Mirror, and the phoenix bun cannot be rearranged. The tassels of the silk tent weep, and the sadness covers the jade screen and the people are quiet.
Frequent illnesses, many diseases, naturally the movement is uncertain. The snail bun and condensation. A hundred poems from the palace. The snail bun is fragrant and dense, and the water essence flows through the breeze.
The gold hairpin is worn sideways in Yichun Sheng, and the hair will be red around the temples for a long time. "Yunji Bao Rong" Fan Zhenzhuan said that he was tired of serving the emperor, so he was rewarded with ten poems. "Yunji Feng" is exquisite in writing, and he sings to the young man.
It is a pity that ten thousand yuan is a reward. Wang Jian's 100 poems about the palace with green bun and green temples. Jade cicadas and golden sparrows are planted in three layers. The green bun is high and the green temples are empty.
The spring breeze blows to the ground when you dance, and you will be given a comb when you return. Liu Yuxi, who wore a high bun and a servant girl, presented it to Li Sikong, a prostitute. She wore a high bun and a servant girl with palace-style makeup, and Du Weiniang sang in the spring breeze.
It is commonplace to see noisy things, which will break the heart of the Suzhou governor. Meng Chi's bun with crows in lotus pond. The veins are low and covered by Yin's sleeves, and the face is horizontal with autumn water.
The lotus stems have thorns and cannot be broken. You can watch the flowers from the bank of the sun and the sky. Little Bun with Luo Qiu Bi Hong'er's Poems: Lightly comb the little bun and the number comes carelessly, and you don't need a matchmaker to win your heart by chance.
But Hong'er cast a drunken eye, and the Han Emperor's favor returned for a while. Yun Huan Chao Cai Eighteen Midnight Songs Nong not only cuts Yun Huan, but Lang also has his hair parted.
Looking for a place where there is no one, and forming a knot of one heart. The green servant girl, Bai Juyi, leans on the embroidered bed, motionless. The red silk belt is slow and the green servant girl is low.
There is no news about spring in Liaoyang, and the flowers bloomed at night and turned west the day before yesterday. The servant girl in green clouds and Yuan Zhen, two poems by Liu and Ruan's wife. The servant girl in green clouds with hibiscus and fat flesh paints the Qingdai Mountain on the tower.
Thousands of peach blossoms and thousands of years of medicine, I don’t know what happened in the world. The green servant girl Gao Chan, Huaqing Palace What's the matter, Jin Yu no longer travels, how can the green servant girl's red face be more sad?
After the heavy door is locked and the forbidden bell is locked, the moon is full and the trees in Lishan Palace are autumn. Cuiyun Huan Du Mu's Mountain Pomegranate is like a volcanic pomegranate reflecting on a hill. It can be both beautiful and leisurely in its complexity.
On a beautiful woman’s jade hairpin, it is suspected that the green cloud servant girl has been burned. Lu Guimeng, the crow servant, and the Five Wonders of Nostalgic Reminiscence in the Wa Palace in the Beauty Hall. The flowers in the first palace ripple, and the crow servant girl emerges from her cocooned eyebrows.
It can be expected that the singing and dancing sleeves in the seat will be swept down and the flag will be lowered.
3. A poem describing the passage of time
When you are old, gray-headed, and sleepy,
take a nap by the fire, please pick it up Download this poem,
Read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,
recall their heavy shadows in the past;
How many people love you for your youthful joy hour,
Admiring your beauty, pretense or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Loves your aging face Wrinkles of pain;
Hanging his head, beside the glowing red stove,
Telling the story of the passing of love in a sad voice,
Above his head It paced slowly on the mountain,
its face hidden among a group of stars.
4. Poems about the Yangtze River
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. ——Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal·The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East"
I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River every day. ——Li Zhiyi's "Businessman·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
As the river goes eastward, the waves are exhausted, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. ——Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
The boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. ——Du Fu's "Ascend the High"
The white emperor's speech is among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day. ——Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City/Baidi's Departure to Jiangling"
The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges across the river. ——Du Fu's "Walking at Night"
The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. ——Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at Jingmen"
The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. ——Zhang Ji's "Spring Farewell Song"
I don't know who the river moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water. ——Zhang Ruoxu, "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. ——Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"
The Yangtze River has sadly stagnated, and it will return thousands of miles away. ——Wang Bo's "In the Mountains"
At dusk on the Yangtze River, I invite you to return to the ferry. ——Chu Guangxi's "Four Songs of Jiangnan"
As the Yangtze River goes to Zhanzhan, the drizzle comes. ——Du Fu's "Meiyu"
I am melancholy about the events in the Southern Dynasties, and the Yangtze River has remained alone until now. ——Liu Changqing "A View from the Wugongtai Temple in Autumn"
In August, the Yangtze River was sunny and thousands of sails carried a gentle breeze. ——Cui Jiqing's "Autumn View on the Qingjiang River"
The Yangtze River is thousands of miles away, and the mist and fresh water are vast. ——Li Gang's "Liu Mo Ling·Ci Yun and He Fang returned to Jinling to nostalgic Poyang banquet"
The pictures of rolling mountains and rivers respond to the mournful roar of dragons and fishes, and have no time to worry about poetry. ——Yang Yanzheng's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Deng Duo Jing Lou"
The Yangtze River is thousands of miles east, and the waves are rolling at dawn. ——Wu Qian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Jiao Shan"
The waves are turbulent and the wind and clouds are opening and closing. ——Su Che's "Huangzhou Kuai Zai Pavilion"
Floating clouds obscure the moon, who can pull the Yangtze River to wash away the sky? ——Dong Shixi's "Poppy · Shaohua strives to be willing to live with others"
The Yangtze River is far away, and the setting sun is spring across the five lakes. ——Liu Changqing's "Farewell to the King's Eleventh Journey to the South"
The huge waves in the Yangtze River make people cry, and the westerly wind blows the head all night long. ——Song Wan's "Blocking the Wind on the River"
5. Poems about the Yangtze River
The lone sail is far away in the blue sky, but only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky - Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) - "Yellow Crane" Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
? The great river goes eastward, and the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages - Su Shi (Song Dynasty) - "Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgic"
? The mountains follow the plains, The river flows into the great wilderness - Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) - "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
? The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges into the great river - Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) - "Walking at Night"
? Melancholy about the events in the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today - Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty) - "Wang Gongtai Temple in Autumn and Looking into the Distance"
? I miss you every day and don't see you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River - Li Zhiyi (Song Dynasty) ) - "Bu Shuanzi"
? In August, the Yangtze River is thousands of miles clear, and thousands of sails carry the breeze - Cui Jiqing (Tang Dynasty) - "Autumn View of the Qingjiang River"
? The boundless falling trees are rustling endlessly. The Yangtze River is rolling in - Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) - "Climbing High"
? The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring in all the lakes - Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty) - "Farewell to the King on the Eleventh Day South Tour"
6. Poems about the Yangtze River
The endless falling trees rustle under the endless Yangtze River.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
The great river east has been swept away, and there are all the romantic figures of the ages.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and never see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. I hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
The Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastwards and returned. The great river comes from thousands of mountains, and all the mountains flow east of the river.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
The long waves are rushing like waves, and the mountains are like being cut. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful.
Yong Huai by Ruan Ji in the Wei and Jin Dynasties The water of Zhan Zhan Yangtze River is covered with maple trees. Gaolan was passed by, and the green horse passed away.
Looking from afar makes me sad, but the spring breeze touches my heart. There are many talented people in the Three Chu Dynasties, and they go to the clouds to engage in debauchery.
Zhu Huazhen is fragrant, and Gao Cai is pursuing it. One mourns for the oriole, who can stop the tears.
I got the letter and heard that I wanted to go down to the gorge. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When I came to the court, I got the letter from Dongchuan. I wanted to take it and send it to Zizhou in the early spring. I am temporarily happy to hear about Jiujiang, but I want to return to sadness when passing by the Three Gorges.
The miasma of Xiaoxiang and the rice are enough to stabilize the boat. I want to send you two lines of tears to welcome you, but the Yangtze River refuses to flow westward.
Qiu Wang on the Qingjiang River by Cui Jiqing of the Tang Dynasty In August, the Yangtze River was sunny, and thousands of sails carried a gentle breeze. Regardless of the color of the sky or the water, Yueyang City lies to the south of Dongting.
Freeing Fish by Tang Dougong Money can be redeemed without knife marks, and birds and fish are also grateful when they hear the saying. You can travel thousands of miles to the Yangtze River without having to go to Longmen.
Baisha Ferry by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty I was afraid of the road and followed the Yangtze River, and the ferry reached the end of the bank. When I got on the boat in the lake, I wandered into Yunhan.
Outside the cold wilderness, the sun is halfway through. My horse neighs to the north, and the mountain ape drinks and calls to me.
The water is clear, the rocks are clear, and the sandy beach is white. Distinctly wash away the sorrow and pain, and disperse the many illnesses.
As the high wall reaches Xinyin, the waves become more chaotic. Facing the wind, I looked back alone, holding the bridle and sighing three times.
Climbing High by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River flows.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
Meiyu by Tang Dufu Xipu Road, Nanjing, ripe yellow plums in April. Zhan Zhan goes to the Yangtze River, and the drizzle comes.
Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. On the unexpected day, the dragon was happy, circling in the vortex and returning to the shore.
Crossing the Yangtze River by Tang Huangtao once searched for a scene that might lead to the gods, and there should be an owner underground. If the Yangtze River is compared with Xiangpu, Li Sao is not in harmony with Ling Jun.
Sending Liu Ba Yuan to Jiangxi by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty. The roads are endless and the Yangtze River is divided into nine factions. Pedestrians follow traveling geese, and Chu trees enter Xiangyun.
He has been fighting in the south for a long time, so Ji Beixun is so special. You can't ask for separation, and there are many snows at the end of the year.
Inscribed on the Yangtze River, Tang Jia Island, both words and heart are quiet, and the office is in the sky. The returned official sealed the key to the night, and the snake entered the ancient paulownia.
After frequent rains in the Yangtze River, the moon shines brightly among the stars. If people are allowed to move there, Xixi will be connected to Yan.
Farewell by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The five streams in Xunyang flow straight into Wushan. The beautiful scenery is passed down from person to person, and you go to Nanzhong and claim to be beautiful.
Farewell to you in August and autumn, with the rustling reed flowers and sorrow again. The clouds and sails cannot be seen in the distance, and the Yangtze River flows freely at dusk.
Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The solitary sail casts a distant shadow over the green mountains, and only the Yangtze River flows across the sky.
Fu De sent Jia Dao to be banished to the Yangtze River. Tang Lidong knocked on the donkey and sang about the snowy moon, and was banished to the west gate of the country. Walking next to the shadow of the Yangtze River, I feel sad about the soul of the deep water.
Qiong and Qin passed through the Bamboo Temple, and Qin Dian was in Huacun. When I was hungry and picked up pine nuts from the mountains, who knew Jia Fusun.
The prostitute's mat was secretly sent to Wuchang by Dugu Yun in the same year. Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. If there are rocks on the mountains in Wuchang, they can be used to brush the moss and detect the traces of tears.
Farewell to the King on his Eleventh Journey to the South by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty. Looking at you, the smoke and water are wide, and I wave my hands and shed tears on my towel. The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty towards people.
The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes. Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow.
Farewell to Yuan Ji at Baling Mountain Residence in the Rain Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty In Lianjun's cave, his white hair hung down towards him. The accumulated rain is sad and lonely, and the Yangtze River is facing separation.
The cattle and sheep return to their old ways, and the apes and birds gather on the cold branches. Looking at each other from a distance, the clouds and mountains are unknown.
Occasionally written by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. Tens of thousands of books are piled on the bed, and scholars know the authenticity. The water of the Yangtze River is thousands of miles long, and it is necessary to conquer the important points.
Maintaining health is not just about medicine, and enlightenment does not depend on people. There is no need to distinguish between Yanshi and Yanshi. They are precious at the right time.
Spring Farewell Song by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. The orange tree at the head of the river is planted by yourself, but it will not be tied to the magnolia boat.
The river travels early by Tang Qiji. The boatmen are shouting to each other, but the Yangtze River has not yet updated its fifth watch. Every time I see the stars and the moon, I still walk with my dream soul.
Birds are in chaos in the village and forest, and people are noisy and the water fence is horizontal. In the vast plains, we gradually recognize the names of distant peaks.
Late Mooring in Songjiang by Tang Wurong Wutai Yueqiao is divided into two parts, and there are thousands of black clouds in the night. The entire Yangtze River has been chanted to the moon, and there is no one like General Xie.
Two Poems on a Journey to the River, Yao Fan of the Tang Dynasty. The dark color of Cangzhou is vast, the sound of autumn sounds and the long Jade Gorge. Just because the moon rises above the river, I don’t realize it’s passing Xunyang.
Mooring at the mouth of the Yangtze River at night, the cold sand is as white as frost. Time flows endlessly, and the sound of water flows eastwards for a long time.
Spring Look at Jianglou, Tang Dynasty in Wuling. On the Yangtze River Road downstairs, boats and cars are busy day and night. The sound of birds is not my hometown, but the spring scenery is other mountains.
Looking at the clouds and water, there are several rivers and passes. The sorrowful heart follows the setting sun, and returns to the west after thousands of miles.
Moonlight Night on the Spring River by Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but where is the spring river without the moonlight? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen. The river and the sky are all colorless, and there is a lone moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be shining away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back after pounding the clothes anvil and brushing it. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other, I hope the moonlight will shine on you.
The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive and leap into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has infinite roads.
I wonder how many people will return by the moon? Falling flowers are shaking the trees in the river.
7. Poems about the Yangtze River
1. The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky; 2. Among the colorful clouds of the White Emperor, thousands of miles away, Jiangling will return in one day; 3. The boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in; 4. The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away, and the romantic figures of the ages; 5. I want to send two lines of tears to welcome you, but the Yangtze River refuses to flow westward; 6. The Badong Three Gorges Witch The gorge is long, and the apes cry three times and the clothes are stained with tears; 7. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point; 8. The stars hang down on the plains and the vast fields, and the moon surges into the river; 9. If I want to cross the Yellow River and the river is blocked by ice, I will climb up to the snow in Taihang. The mountains are full; 10. The great river goes eastward and the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages; 11. The gate of heaven interrupts the opening of the Chujiang River, and the clear water flows eastward and then returns; 12. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness; 13. A setting sun spreads over the water, Half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red; 14. The long waves are rushing like waves, and the mountains are like being cut; 15. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the colors of the mountains are mixed.
8. Poems about Yumen Pass
1. The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
-- "Joining the Army" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
2. If you wish to serve your country with this life, there is no need to be born in Yumen Pass.
-- "Song on the Fortress" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
3. The wind blows across Yumen Pass with a long wind of tens of thousands of miles.
-- "Moon over Guanshan" Tang Dynasty. Li Bai
4. The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
-- "Seven Poems on the Military March" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
5. Yumenguan City is far away and lonely, with thousands of miles of yellow sand and white grass drying up.
-- "Song of General Gai at Yumen Pass" Tang Dynasty. Cen Shen
6. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows, for the spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
——"Liangzhou Ci" Tang Dynasty. Wang Zhihuan
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty pass, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But if the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won’t let Hu Ma travel to the Yin Mountains!
Tang Dynasty's "Lonely but Not Seeing": Yuguan had its own atmosphere, but he joined the army when he was young and never returned.
Tang Dynasty's "Epic Ode·Yumen Pass": Xirong did not dare to cross the Tianshan Mountains, but Dingyuan succeeded in white horse leisure. In the middle of the night, I stopped to sit with candles in the tent, and Wei Sisheng entered Yumen Pass. "Zhengren's Resent": Every year, the golden river returns to Yuguan, and the horses and swords are ringed. In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.
"Moon over Guanshan": The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
"Double Tune: Intoxicated by the East Wind": Ban Ding is far away in Yuguan, and Chu Lingjun is haggard on the river bank. Li Si was saddened by the yellow dog, and Lu Ji sighed by Huating. Zhang Jianzhi suffered a lot in his old age. I had to watch Su Zizhan for four or five times. Therefore, the name "Gong Gong" means laziness.
"Frontier Fortress Ci": The general's expedition to the west has not yet returned, and the descendants of Hunan and Hunan are all over the Tianshan Mountains. Three thousand miles of newly planted willows attract the spring breeze to Yuguan.