Bai Juyi
When there is no wind at sea, the waves are calm
The scale interface is neither small nor big, so there are ups and downs.
Abrupt seabed aojiang, the first crown of the Three Gods Mountain.
If you can't make a hook, you won't come in autumn.
Or bite off more than one can chew.
If you can't move, you'll never sink the hook.
When one jaw is closed, all the jaws will turn around.
Bai Tao gasped around his throat with black waves.
The wind blows Fei Lian, while the drum waves anger the marquis of Yang.
Whales and salamanders are ready to swallow the boat with their mouths open.
There is no live scale in Wan Li, and many rivers flow backwards.
Then make Jianghan water, and the ancestral meaning will also rest.
On the pale screen, this painting has a good reason.
Shitoutan building
towering
When I was disappointed with the autumn wind, I was near Ishise.
I did this in the state because of my high vision.
Feather hill is a little green, and the coast is scattered and broken.
Less from trees, more waves.
The sun sets, thousands of miles sail and fly south to the sky.
After a while, it was already night, and the Chu color was slightly hazy.
It's a great honor to find the trace of poverty.
I'm still ignorant. I'm in peacetime.
And the tide is common in the morning and evening, and the clothes are attached to the belt.
Eighteen-day tide (1)
chen shidao
One year is spectacular, and the water is late.
The waves are willing to pitch with the mountains and the sails are long.
Mount Tai
Ming: Li Mengyang.
Bowing without Qilu, looking east at the sea like a cup.
Fighting on a mountain peak, I don't believe that all mountains are open.
The sun is holding hibiscus, and the sky is falling.
After seeing Qin Shihuang, you still have the terrace of Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty.
Tidal bore watching
Jin: Folding Yuan Gift
Work on a military ship
The land is public, the river is yue, and the boundary is divided into Han and Jin.
Tongguan high pressure ooze head.
The mountain leans against the sunset, and the river swallows the cliff.
Wild smoke haunts Cangzhou.
Tigers are very arrogant.
Look at the clouds covering the shore, first frost.
Thousands of pheasants are in Yancheng, and even the moon is like a hook.
The west wind blew into the mink coat,
I hate Confucianism for mistaking me, but I envy it.
Six county teenagers, Sanming veterans,
New harvest of Helan bonfire.
Tianwai Lian Yue Building.
If you want to break the cloud, who knows to return to the ship?
Leave gold for wine, make friends and get drunk in Liangzhou.
Autumn night will dawn, and the feeling of going out of the hedge door to meet the cold.
Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
The east of Wan Li River flows into the sea, and there are no towering mountains on skyscrapers.
The adherents shed tears and dust, looking south at Julian Waghann for another year!
See the boundless ocean
Cao Cao
Jieshi is in the east to see the sea. Here, the flowing water is flowing, the mountains and islands are towering, the trees are lush, the autumn wind is bleak, the waves are rough, and the trip to the sun and the moon is unexpected; Xinghan is brilliant. If you take it by surprise, you are lucky and have ambition in singing. Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Zhang Jiuling
The moon, now round at sea,
At this time of the end of the world * * *.
Bring a separated heart,
A long night of thinking.
Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark.
Although I put on my coat, the weather is still not warm.
So I left my message to the moon,
Only in dreams do lovers meet again.
Wang Zhihuan, at the Heron Hotel.
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.
Full Moon and Memories of Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Autumn night will break at the hedge door to meet the cold.
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Wang Wan, the next berth of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Chang ge hang John fu
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.