Hengjiang Ci (the second of six poems) (Li Bai)
The Tide has been to Xunyang in the south, and Niuzhu came from danger.
If Hengjiang wants to ride out the storm, he will worry about Wan Li.
Looking at the tide of the sea (Qin Guan)
Meiying is sparse, the ice is dissolved, and the east wind is dark for years. Jingu Junyou, Bronze Camel Alley, New Sunny and Fine Treading on Flat Sand. Remember to follow the car by mistake, and you are dancing butterfly, and your thoughts are mixed. Liu Xia peach, spring scenery to others.
In the West Garden, drinking at night will make a sound, and Chinese lanterns will hinder the moon, while flying covers will hinder the flowers. Orchid garden is not empty, pedestrians are getting old, and it is a shame to start again. The flag of smoke and wine is inclined. But leaning against the building is extremely eye-catching, and when you see a crow. Helpless to return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world.
Xiyan Mountain (Bai Juyi)
The immortals in the ancient times are full of images, and the Tao becomes the elixir, and the day rises to the sky.
Bao Qing in front of the rock turns loose, and Lingchi at the mouth of the cave responds to the tide.
the cliff breaks flowers late in the day and late in the evening, and the crane returns to the clear night with a whimper.
When you step into Xiyi territory, you can walk across the stone bridge with your hand.
send my best regards to Master Qiu (Chu Guangxi)
Let's say goodbye to the clouds and see the flowers in the Liu Dynasty. The green hills are far away, and the bright moon is sky-long.
magpies bathe in the rain in the Xijiang River, and chickens crow in the East China Sea tide. This situation is hard to dream of, and the situation is far away.
Looking at the tide of the sea (Chao Buzhi)
Flowers grow old in the world, and the end of the world goes in spring. Yangzhou is a special scenery. There are 1, strains of red medicine, and there are thousands of good names, which are natural and fragrant. Royal yellow. I taught Xiluo before I left, and I monopolized Kao Hua. Sleeping on the east wind, who dares to fight for new makeup in Han Palace? Every year, the high meeting will maintain Yang. The housekeeping is boastful and gorgeous, and people are amazed. When the knot is on the screen, the couplet will be beautiful, and the red will cover the green and surround the Huatang. The flowers reflect each other. It's more memorable to look at it more carefully. After the wine and wind pavilion, the dream soul was frightened in Xianxiang. 2. Ancient poems about landscapes
Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!? Out of Qilu, still visible the green peak.
the Maker endowed all the mystic Nature grace here, and? a day at once into dawn and dusk comes by.. Colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye..
once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I had always heard of Lake Dongting, and now at last I have climbed to this tower.
with Wu country to the east of me and Chu to the south, I can see heaven and earth endlessly floating. There is no news from my friends and relatives. I am old and ill and drift in a boat.
north of this wall there are wars and mountains, and here by the rail how can I help crying?. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the charming warblers just crow. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate. A Boat in Spring on Ruoya Lake, thoughtful elation has no end, onward I bear it to whatever come.
and my boat and I, before the evening breeze, passing flowers, entering the lake. Turn at nightfall toward the western valley, where I watch the south star over the mountain.
and a mist that rises, hovering soft, and the low moon slanting through the trees. And I choose to put away from me every worldly matter, and only to be an old man with a fishing-pole..
Qingxi by Wang Wei, I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.
rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.
down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.
Zhongnanshan, its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?
Meng Haoran's Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu, on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers, Ping Sha Du Tou Xie.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
"from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou", and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat.
I, a stranger in this inland district, homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.
Chang Jian a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops. A secluded place with bamboo trails, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. And a thousand sounds are quieted, but the bell chimed.
Wang Zhihuan's at heron lodge, mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. to ascend another storey to see a thousand miles further
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the sad willow song to complain about the spring delay, the old Yumen pass, a spring breeze is not blowing ah!
Wang Bo's Poems of Teng Wangge Teng Wanggao Pavilion is in Linjiang Zhu, and Pei Yu sings and dances. Draw a building facing Nanpu cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
the shadows of the clouds and pools are lingering, and things change for the stars to move for several years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes by Li Bai, phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river. Wu gong flowers are laid in the desolate path, and the number of royal royalty in the Jin dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, and Bailuzhou is divided into one water. Because clouds can break the sun, to hide his city from my melancholy heart.
"Early Release of Baidicheng" pays homage to Baidicheng, and it takes a thousand miles to return to Jiangling in one day. Cross - strait ululation of apes, also in the ear ceaselessly crowing unconsciously, the canoe has passed the heavy castle peak.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward. The castle peak confrontation between the two sides is difficult to compete, meet a leaf boat leisurely comes from the horizon.
The Yellow Crane Tower in a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou was written by an old friend, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the friend's sail faded away, and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the first line of the Yangtze river, running to the distant horizon.
The Yellow Crane Tower by Cui Hao, where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.
Bai Juyi's Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake, Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles competed to fly to the warm trees of the sun, whose new swallows carry mud in their nest.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. I love the beauty of the east side of the west lake most, and I don't see enough, especially the white sand levee under the green yang liuyin.
In "Ode to the Mujiang River", a setting sun is spread in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red. Poor September third night, dew like a pearl moon like a bow.
Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing for fire to sleep. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi's "Zhuzhi Ci", the willows are green and Jiang Shuiping, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and sunny.
Du Mu's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" is a thousand miles long, and the flowers are green and red, and the water village is full of wine flags. The southern dynasties left behind more than 48 old temples, countless towers shrouded in the wind and cloud in the rain.
"A Journey to the Mountain" is far away from the cold mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Hu's "at nanjing ferry" Jin Ling Jin Du Shui Shan Lou, pedestrians can worry about themselves for one night. In the ebb of the tide and the slanting moon, two or three fires are Guazhou.
home page management photo album label teaching materials (25) student exercises (6) information technology (14) educational essays (9) network abstracts (6) teaching courseware () practical software (1) ancient poems describing landscapes (finishing) [27-3-5 11::32 | By: Suiyuan] Please choose your favorite poems, read them several times more, experience the poet's feelings, and see who remembers the most.
Zhu Li Guan Wang Wei leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
The poet sat alone in the deep bamboo forest, playing the piano and whistling. No one knew his existence, only the bright moon accompanied him. Nature knows his inner loneliness best, and the brightness of the bright moon brings him a quiet happiness.
Things and I are one, but things and I forget each other. Zen and poetry are in perfect harmony. Lu Chai Wang Wei there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss. Wang Wei is also good at capturing the touching moments intertwined with sound, color, picture and feeling, unifying them in the artistic conception that can best convey emotion and expressing them in appropriate language.
Wang Wei-ren in Bird's-singing River is idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty in spring. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.
in the mountains, Wang Wei's Jingxi white stone emerges, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather. There was no rain on the winding mountain road, but the smoke was misty in the thick green pines, and the water vapor was heavy, as if to flow, then the clothes of the passers - by.
an autumn evening in the mountains, Wang Wei, after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
a night-mooring on the jiande river Meng Haoran while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.
Tianjingsha, Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si, withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road is westerly and thin.
when the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away. A night-mooring near maple bridge Tang Zhang Ji frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing for fire to sleep.
It's midnight at Hanshan Temple outside Gusu. 3. Poems about Water Poems
1. "Little Pond" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be fine and soft.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp horns, and dragonflies stood on it long ago. 2, "Zhuzhi Ci" Tang Liu Yuxi's peach blossoms are full of flowers, and the spring water of the Lijiang River beats the mountain stream.
bonus is easy to decline like lang yi, and infinite water is like sorrow. 3, "Recalling Jiangnan" Tang Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old.
At sunrise, the river is more red than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue, so you can't forget Jiangnan. 4, "Looking at the Tide of the Sea" Song and Qin Guanxing are divided into bullfights, and the border is connected with Huaihai and Yangzhou Wanjing is sealed.
the flowers are fragrant, the warblers are singing, and the bead curtain is ten miles east. The heroic spirit is like a rainbow, dragging the spring, gold and purple, and flying with the cover.
the lane goes into weeping willows, and the bridge is covered with green smoke in the north and south. Remembering the motherland's numerous heroes.
there is a mystery hanging on the floor, and the moon looks across the sky. The brocade sails, the pearls splash with rain, and it is better to talk about the horses and fish dragons.
The past is lonely and glorious, but it's turbulent and lingering. It's best to spend thousands of words in one drink.
5. Song Su Shi embroidered curtains at sunset, and the pavilion was even empty. In order for me to come, you specially paint the window with the red lacquer, fresh in color.
In the Pingshan Hall, I remember the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Today we see the scene in front of us, we experience what Ouyang old drunkard described in the words, the scenery of the mountain is hidden.
a thousand hectares, all the mirrors are clean, and the peaks are blue. Suddenly the river is rough, a fisherman driving a boat in the wind and waves.
Kan Xiao Lan Tai 32313133353236313431332363533E59B9e7ad943133431353864, the son, who has not yet solved the problem, has just become a man and a woman. In fact, a person as long as he has the noble spirit of zhidazhigang, can be in any situation in the poised, enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of Li.
6, "Playing with Water Stop" Tang Baiju's easy-to-move people enjoy running water, while those who are quiet enjoy stopping water. It is better to benefit things than to flow, and it is better to judge the shape.
It's chilly and early in first frost, with a light breeze. The middle leaves are open, and the four corners are green.
it's eight or nine feet wide, and the bay is bounded. The depth is three or four feet, and the hole has no surface.
it is clear that the crane sticks up its feet, and it is clear that the fish falls off its tail. Wash your eyes and dust, and swing your heart across your chest.
I will definitely say goodbye to Zen, and Ming and Cheng are similar. Being able to be honest and greedy, being able to make friends with a gentleman.
don't just play around, but also take the same picture. If you want to know the heart of a quiet person, that's all.
7. "Like Fish and Water" Song Liuyong floats lightly, with a chaotic peak reflection and a silver pond of ten miles. Weeping willows around the shore.
The Red Chamber and the Zhuge face each other. Rosewood.
playing mandarin ducks. At first glance, after the rain, Lanzhi Tingzhou looks like Xiaoxiang.
the wind is faint and the water is boundless. Move a sunny light.
a master of painting is a master of painting. Ying ying hong fen Qing Shang
Ziweilang. Drink and enjoy the fairy land.
I'll never forget going back and traversing Luanpo Fengman. 8. "Butterfly Lovers" Song Zhang Xian's green waters are full of flowers.
take a look at the shadow and make up, and turn to the shore. After parting, deep affection will be broken.
Meeting makes people want to stay. Flocculated soft silk is light and has no ties.
smoke provokes the wind to welcome, and merges into the chaos of spring. And tears, and her voice trembled again.
walk as far as you can. 9, "Jiangchengzi" Song Wu Wenying west wind leaves a boat.
stay late. Peng Tingzhou.
the new bath is red, and the green water is fragrant. It should be the night outside the palace, people standing, small curtain hook.
focus on the new, and don't worry about it. Black eyebrows.
half a trace of autumn. Heaven and earth, the slanting moon embroidered the needle building.
Xiang Langmo is fascinated by Hua Die's dream, making a promise on the river and neglecting gulls. 1. "A Journey to the South of the Yangtze River" Tang Luo Yinjiang is wet and rainy, and the hills are shallow and shallow.
the water country is full of sorrow and affection, and the night trough is full of wine and silver. The thin thread shakes the willow and condenses the sky, in the spring dream of Wu Wang's terrace.
mandarin duck? I can't afford to wake up, and the green water sleeps in the east wind. On the roadside of Xiling, the moon is quiet, and the oil is green and Su Xiaoxiao is good.
11, "Bashui" Tang Bai Juyi city chin river, spring comes like dust. Soft sand is like a meander, and the sloping shore recalls Tianjin.
the shadow is dipped in the new yellow willow, and the fragrant white apple floats. Scratching my head in the stream, why are you disappointed? 12. "Looking at the residual water at the Huting at night" Tang Baijuyi Lake is sparse in autumn, and the lake is bleak at night.
climb the pavilion to look at the lake, and the water will shrink at the bottom of the lake. Clear the early frost, clear the floating residual day.
the flow depends on the topography, and there is no stability in the depression. The white dragon lies down, and the green snake bends.
broken mirrors and broken swords are not the same. I have been a tourist for a long time, and I have seen all the strange things.
it's hard to talk about it when you visit the lake pavilion. It is known that between heaven and earth, the victory is never finished.
13. "Clear Water as a Mirror" The sage of Tang Cui Hao will set up a metaphor, which is good and deep. Whiteness depends on the whole virtue, and clarification has a heart.
if you pour and float, you will never scratch; if you pour and float, it will be hard to invade. You have a high opinion, and your career is entrusted to Lu Chen.
self-discipline to the spring is like a mirror. Honesty and prudence preach housekeeping, and the fragrance is ancient and modern.
14. "Spring Water" Tang Du Fu's peach blossom waves in March, and the rivers are revived. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves Chai Men.
after receiving the bait, irrigate the small garden in a tube. Countless birds have been added, and the bath is so noisy.
15, "Water Diversion" Tang Dufu Yuexia Qutang Cloud is the top, and the rocks are magnificent and there is no well. The slaves in Yun 'an are sad, and the fish move to the heart again.
the west wanzhupan in Baidicheng is not connected with the diversion pipe. It is physically difficult to stay in life, so it is difficult to fight for water.
16, "Climbing the Building and Looking at the Water" Don Gu Kuang's birds sing and flowers bloom with smoke, but the scenery is forgotten. Looking at the river from a higher building, where will the hometown return to the boat?
17, "Water" Tang Han irrigated Fiona Fang's uncertainty to seek empty space, and the east injection Cang Ming stopped sooner or later. High-cut bitang is long and bitter, and flying far away is more leisurely.
Xiaoxiang Moon is immersed in a thousand years' color, and dream smoke contains eternal worries. There is no place where Lingtou whimpers, which is divided into heartbroken flow for you.
18. "Dashui" Tang Bai Juyi was in Guojian, a suburb of Xunyang, and Dashui was one year old. Lu Yan drifted half-way, and the city fell more.
the sea is boundless, and it is boundless and even empty. The wind blows over Bai Bo, and the red waves boil every day.
industry and commerce go through the house, while cattle and horses climb mountains to avoid it. When the tax rate is high, it is quite harmful to agriculture and mulberry.
It's unique to be a servant, which encourages business. I don't know ten thousand people's disasters, but I'm looking for a sharp knife.
there is nothing I can do, and I will not succeed for a long time. After first frost in September, the water dried up to the ground. 4. Poems about the Tide
On August 15th, Su Shi knew that the Jade Exemption was very round, and it had been frosty and cold in September.
The message is that the key should be closed after the door is closed, and the night tide will stay to see the moon. Ten thousand people clamored for Wu Nong, still like an old boy floating in the river.
if you want to know how high the tide is, you can climb the mountains and drown in the waves. The riverside has a long history, and has been with Cang Bo for a long time.
creation also knows that people are easy to get old, so it teaches the river to flow westward. Wu er grew up in a lofty garden, taking advantage of his own life and not feeling sorry for himself; If the East China Sea has a clear idea,