Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Pahuang crane tower
Don Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Denglou
Author: Du Fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
Alas, the ruler and emperor of Shu are still enjoying sacrifices in the temple, and I will recite Liang Yinfu in the evening.
2. Ancient poems about going upstairs.
Du Fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.
Climbing Yueyang Tower
Du Fu
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
Stork tower
Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Go upstairs and go home in spring.
Kou Zhun
High-rise buildings chat with each other, and a river is flat.
No one crosses the wild water, but the sun is crossed alone.
Decadence is full of haze, and the ancient temple talks about warblers.
The past is drifting away, and meditation is suddenly surprised.
3. The ancient poem about Wang Hulou 1, on June 27th, Wang Hulou was drunk.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Release the fish and turtles one by one, and the ownerless lotus blooms everywhere. The water pillow can make the mountain pitch, the wind and the boat untie and the moon return.
No matter what money it is, Wuling white cockroaches are stuck in vegetables. Suddenly, I remembered to taste a new spiritual point of view. I stayed in the river and had a meal.
Mulan, the girl who sent flowers, was radiant, the drizzle was oblique and wet and green. Infinite Zhou Fang was born in Du Ruo, but Wu Er didn't know what Chu said.
If you don't have a chat, you can get a long time of leisure and win a temporary leisure. I feel more secure when I am homeless, and there are no such good lakes and mountains in my hometown.
Translation:
Dark clouds surge up, just like splashing ink, but a mountain is exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splash caused by heavy rain is like white beads and gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds all over the sky. The water in the West Lake was as blue as a mirror, bright and gentle.
The released fish and turtles run after people, and I don't know who is planting lotus flowers everywhere. Lying on the pillow in the boat, you can feel the mountains swaying, and the boat drifting with the wind knows that it is touching the moon.
Wuling and Bai Rong, who grew up in the lake, don't have to talk about money. The carved glutinous rice in the water is like being wrapped in a green plate. I suddenly remembered eating a new valley in Huilingguan. If you want to stay on the river, you need to eat more and take care of yourself.
Lotus pickers in Lanzhou picked the lotus on the lake and gave it to tourists. Their heads were wet in the drizzle and oblique wind. The grassy continent is full of herbs. How do these lotus pickers know each other?
If you can't live in seclusion in the mountains, you should be an idle official for the time being, so that you can get long-term leisure instead of temporary leisure. I don't have a home. Where can I go if I don't live here? In addition, even in my hometown, there are no beautiful lakes and mountains like here.
2. Night view of Wanghai Building/Wang Hu Building
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular.
When the rain ebbs and flows, the sea is blue, and when the lightning flashes and thunders, the purple snake is chosen.
Translation:
The wind blows and the rain blows, and the sea tower is tilted. Magnificent landscapes should be praised with gorgeous words. After the storm, the tide was calm and clear, and lightning flashed from time to time, forming a purple-gold dragon snake.
3. "Wang Hulou, Deng Yu, Linjiang Ji Xian, presented the prize"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Many sick people are so thin and tired that they can't bear to wear a gold belt. Looking at the faint fragrance floating from the bottom of the lake. The wind and spring make sleeves, and the moonlight smells the flute.
Wake up from a drunken dream, never forget it, and hide in bed. Beauty can't see Dong Jiaorao. I wandered around last month and spent a miserable night. Hugh is so weak that he can't even wear a gold belt around his waist. Wang Hu upstairs flowers, warm spring breeze blowing sleeves, looking at the bright moon in the sky, listening to the melodious flute.
I fell asleep drunk and woke up from my dream. I was hearing the crisp and monotonous sound of long running water dripping from the clepsydra. I leaned back on the bed and seemed to feel extremely wet. The sommelier around me has disappeared, and my inner emptiness is like the moon on a flower, wandering in the sky. I am actually having a good night.
4. "The Story of Sticking Ancient Stories to Danyang in Hangxiang"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Join hands with jiangcun. Xuemei floating skirt. What is the limit of love? It is everywhere.
The old friend disappeared and the old song was heard again. Xiangwang Lake, Gushan Temple and Jinyongmen.
In the usual place, there are thousands of poems, embroidered shirts and red dust.
Don't remember each other, know who it is. There is a moon in the lake, willows by the river, and clouds at the faucet.
Translation:
I went out for a spring outing with my old friends when plum blossoms floated on the skirt like snow. Recalling the old place, I feel sad everywhere, infinitely sad. Last year's fellow travelers have disappeared. Whenever I recite old songs, I think of places where there are poems and wine, such as Wang Hu Tower, Gushan Temple and Yongjin Gate.
At that time, wherever the amusement went, there were more than a thousand poems; These poems are covered with dust until now, and they can only be read clearly if they are brushed off with embroidered shirts. Since I left Hangzhou, who is missing me? Old friends, of course. There are also the bright moon in the West Lake, the willows by the Qiantang River and the scenic spots in the mountains in the southwest of the city!
Extended data:
On June 27th, The Drunk Book of Wang Hulou was written by Hangzhou people in the fifth year of Xining in the Northern Song Dynasty (1072). On June 27th this year, I visited the West Lake, saw the wonderful lakes and mountains on the boat, and then went to Wanghulou to drink and wrote five quatrains.
In the sixth year of Xining in Song Shenzong, Su Shi was appointed as the general of Hangzhou. This year 1 1 month, Su Shi went to Changzhou and Runzhou on business to relieve hunger, and her in-laws Liu Jin went with her. On New Year's Day the following year, I passed by Danyang and went to Jingkou to say goodbye to Liu Jin.
The title of this word is "The Story of the Ancient People in Danyang". According to the Chronicle of Dongpo written by Fu Zao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, it was Su Shi who "returned from Jingkou to write an ancient work" and returned to Danyang on the way from Jingkou to Yixing (now Jiangsu) in February, which was regarded as this time.
There are five night scenes of Wanghailou, and this is the second one. Some people think that the two sentences of "cross wind" and "spectacular" in Su Shi's poems are not well written. He said, "You should praise it well", but he didn't say a word. As soon as I turn, I turn to "The rain has passed." That's a big talk, there is no following.
"Jiang Lin Ji Xian Deng Yu Wang Hulou presented to the Chief Executive's" Five Years of Spring in Yuan You "(1090). Su Shi was ill for a month. After he recovered, he and his colleagues boarded Wanghulou to enjoy the scenery and sent a message to the Chief Executive.
4. Su Shi wrote at least five poems about Hangzhou Wang Hu Tower. Drunk Book of Wang Hulou on June 27th is a set of seven-character quatrains written by Su Shi, a famous writer and calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty, when he lived in Hangzhou. There are five poems, the first of which is the most famous.
June 27th ① Wang Hu Mansion ② Drunk Books ③
First of all:
Dark clouds (4) do not cover the mountains, while white rain (5) jumps into the boat (6). The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it.
Second:
Release the fish and turtles one by one, and the ownerless lotus blooms everywhere. Water pillows can make mountains pitch, and wind and ships drift around the moon.
Third:
No matter what money it is, Wuling white cockroaches are stuck in vegetables. Suddenly, I remembered to taste a new spiritual point of view. I stayed in the river and had a meal.
Fourth:
Mulan, the girl who sent flowers, was radiant, the drizzle was oblique and wet and green. Infinite Zhou Fang was born in Du Ruo, but Wu Er didn't know what Chu said.
Fifth:
If you don't have a chat, you can get a long time of leisure and win a temporary leisure. I feel more secure when I am homeless, and there are no such good lakes and mountains in my hometown. ① June 27th: the fifth year of Song Xizong (AD 1072). ② Wang Hu Mansion: Located on the West Lake outside Qiantang Gate in Hangzhou. 3 drunken book: a poem written in a situation that seems drunk but not drunk. 4 Dark clouds turn to ink: Dark clouds are like spilled ink. ⑤ White rain: white raindrops. ⑥ Jumping beads: describe raindrops jumping into the water like pearls. ⑦ Wind: The wind blows across the ground. Wang Hu Building: It's near the West Lake in Hangzhou. Place name 9 is like water: from a distance, water and sky are the same color and connected together.
5. A message from Dongting Lake, an ancient poem about Dongting Lake.
meng haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
This is a dry poem. In the 21st year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (733), Meng Haoran traveled to Chang 'an and wrote this poem as a gift to Zhang Jiuling at that time. The purpose is to gain Zhang's appreciation and appointment, but only to maintain his own identity, writing so euphemistically, trying to annihilate the traces of the dry bow.
Autumn water is rising, and Dongting Lake is full in August, almost flush with the shore. Looking from a distance, water and sky are one color, and Dongting Lake is connected with the sky. In the first two sentences, Dongting Lake is very cheerful and muddy. Wang Yang is vast, connected with the sky, with lush flowers and trees, which can accommodate large and small rivers.
Wangdongting
Yuxi Liu Tang
The lake and the moon blend together,
There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished.
Looking at Dongting,
Green snail in a silver plate.
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The water and light in Dongting Lake are in harmony with the autumn moon.
The water is as calm as a bronze mirror.
Seen from a distance, the Dongting Lake landscape is green.
Like a silver plate with green snails.
Accompanied by Ye, assistant minister of the Department of Criminal Justice at home, and calligrapher, I visited Dongting.
Lipper
The moon shines on the west of Dongting Lake. Xiaoxiang Jiangbei flies early.
Drunk passengers are full of boat songs. I wonder if first frost is in the autumn clothes.
Yueyang Tower
Li shangyin
I want to worry for a lifetime, and I will go to Yueyang Tower in Dongting Lake.
Pity Wan Li, it's a pity that the dragon capsized.
6. Poems about Dongting Lake There are many poems about Dongting Lake.
The author of Wang Dongting is Liu Yuxi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: the lake is full of moonlight, and there is no wind on the pool surface.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate. The moonlight and water color of Dongting Lake blend together, and the lake is as calm as an unpolished bronze mirror.
Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, the landscape is as green as ink, like a green snail in a silver plate. The author of Rain in Xianyang is a writer in Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air. Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day.
It is raining in Mao Mao in xian yangqiao, hanging in the sky like a huge curtain, and fishing boats on the river can be seen through the confused rain curtain. This is like the water color of Dongting Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, and even the clouds after the rain will float to the sky in Yueyang City.
Zhang Yue, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, is the author of "Seeing the Beam in Dongting Mountain". Its full-text poem is as follows: Baling looks at the cave and autumn, and the water in the lonely peak rises day by day.
I heard that immortals can't meet, and their hearts are lingering with the lake. Looking at Dongting in Baling, autumn scenery can see Junshan floating alone on the water every day.
After I left you, it was like meeting a fairy, and my thoughts were as long as this vast lake. Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Traveling to Dongting with Uncle and Assistant after Drunk".
Its full-text poem is as follows: Good to see Junshan, good to disperse Hunan water. Baling didn't drink enough wine and got drunk together in the autumn of Dongting Lake.
Shovel off the standing Junshan Mountain in Dongting Lake and let the Hunan water flow freely. This endless lake is like endless wine, let's enjoy it and indulge in the autumn scenery in Dongting.
The author of To a Boy is Wen, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: rivers and seas meet and hate many things, and autumn leaves have waves.
Wine night farewell Huaiyin city, the moon shines on tall buildings. Wandering in rivers and lakes, I regret meeting you late, but I hate too much. Yellow leaves are fluttering, the wind is blowing in Dongting, and my heart is surging.
A bosom friend is not drunk, so don't go to Huaiyin at night. I wish you success like Han Xin. The moon shines on tall buildings, and you are in a cheerful mood. Sing a life song "Song of the Wind". Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote "Traveling in Dongting with Ye Lang, assistant minister of the punishments department of my uncle, and Jia Sheren, a Chinese calligrapher".
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Nanhu Lake is smokeless at autumn night and rides straight into the sky. Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily.
The autumn water in the South Lake is cold at night without water mist, as if it can ride the water waves to the blue sky in the Milky Way. We went to the Moon Palace to buy Dongting Lake on credit, and then went to Bai Yunbian by boat to buy osmanthus wine.
The author of Smelling the Flute on a Spring Night is Li Yi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the flute on a cold mountain calls for spring return, and the guests are moved to look at each other with tears.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the touched people can't help crying at each other.
The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn. Zhang Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote "Wandering with the King".
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Dongting in autumn and August, Xiaoxiang water flows north. The dream of returning to Wan Li is even more worrying.
You don't need to open a book, you should go to a restaurant. An old friend, Jing Luoman, will travel with you.
Dongting Lake in August is a school of autumn colors, and small water and ringing water slowly flow into the Dongting Lake in the north. I can't go home, I can only dream about my home thousands of miles away.
Travelling guests wake up from their dreams, feeling more lonely and sad. Don't open the cover of the book, just want to board the restaurant.
My friends are in Chang 'an and Luoyang. When can I swim with them? The author of My Unique Zong Yi is Liu Zongyuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: when the residual red is gone, the time is gloomy and tears flow across the river. The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life.
Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky. Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real.
Translation of "Where Are You Going?" Human affairs, ghosts and lonely shadows are doubly hurtful; There are tears on the bank of Liujiang River, and the brothers are crying. The traitor left Beijing to seize power, temporarily avoiding six thousand miles away; I was abandoned for a hundred years, and I was haggard and poor for the rest of my life.
Guiling is full of miasma in the mountains, and the dark clouds hang down a hundred epidemics; I'm glad to hear that Dongting is good and the water is bright and promising. The party only depends on Conan's dream, and acacia is willing to sleep; Fugue vaguely Jingmen, misty.
The author of Rain in Xianyang is a writer in Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air.
Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day. It is raining in Mao Mao in xian yangqiao, hanging in the sky like a huge curtain, and fishing boats on the river can be seen through the confused rain curtain.
This is like the water color of Dongting Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, and even the clouds after the rain will float to the sky in Yueyang City. Zhang Bao of Dongting Lake was written by Meng Haoran, a writer in Tang Dynasty.
The full text of his poem is as follows: The lake here in August is in harmony with the sky. Another cloud passed through Yungu and Menggu, regretting Yueyang City.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
In August, Dongting Lake rose almost as high as the shore, and the water and sky were the same. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City.
I want to cross the lake, but I can't find the boat. I'm ashamed of the wise king in Ming Sheng's time. Sitting and watching how carefree the fishermen are, it's a pity that they can only have empty thoughts.
The author of "The Story of Climbing Yueyang Tower" is Chen, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Dongting is east of Jiangxi, and the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late.
Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk. Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.
In the ancient wind and frost, the old wooden waves are infinitely sad. The magnificent Yueyang Tower stands east of Dongting Lake and west of the Yangtze River. At sunset, there is no night breeze. The signboard on the pavilion remains the same, boarding the border of Wu and Shu (Jingzhou) and wandering in the dusk of lakes and mountains.
To avoid war, I traveled for three years and Wan Li. What's my mood today? Going upstairs to pay homage to the ancients, my temples are like frost. Looking at the ancient trees in the distant mountains, there is infinite sadness. Twelve Summers of Climbing Yueyang Tower was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.
Its full-text poem is as follows: Yueyang is full of buildings, and the river is wide and wide. It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month.
On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky. The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return.
The translator climbed the Yueyang Tower, overlooking Shannan, Tian Yue, and got a panoramic view. The river flows into the vast distance, and Dongting Lake is endless.
Goose flies high, taking away the sad and depressed heart; The moon comes out of the mountain pass, and it seems that Junshan brings the happiness of reunion.