Tang Bai Juyi
The pavilion ridge is too high to be demolished, and the owner keeps it as a western hill. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Jiang
Tang Bai Juyi
Thinking about Youyou with great foresight, Jiang Ting didn't come back at night. The sun is going away, red waves are boiling, and white smoke is opening at the beginning of the month. Say goodbye to snow, spring will come and go, and tweezers will send the old year away. I dare to make a three-year plan, but I know better than Jia.
Bai Juyi in Qujiang Pavilion at the end of Tang Dynasty
The north of Qujiang bank is dry, and the water is muddy and the feet are disabled. There are many green robes on the dusty road, and the wind pavilion stands for a long time with white beard and cold. Poetry darkens and leisurely, and mountains are far away from disease. Who believes in Lang Guan unless he is rescued by a horse?
Xinjian pavilion
Tang Bai Juyi
How many times did Luo Yan go to Xiting at the beginning of Xinhe River? An old illness never returns to the mountain, but a spring stone comes.
Tang Xiong, a native of Xiting, held a spring banquet.
Cold food is not enough to find incense, and the pavilion is still drunk. Whose flowers fell on the flowing trees, and a few pieces of residual red came to the threshold.
Suxiting
Don Dai Shulun
The grass grows on the Suxi Pavilion. Who will stop on the east wind for twelve days? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
Du Fu in Tang Dynasty in Zhang Zizhou Water Pavilion
The night market is foggy and the pavilion is as deep as the lotus. There are few officials outside the bridge, and there are many seats in autumn water. Close to the king, the tall door thistle crosses. Jingzhou loves Shan Jian, and I am also addicted to long songs.
Baling pavilion
Tang gaochan
A dream is straight, a centrifugal white feather is light. Tomorrow, it will be revived in Fuling, and the horse's head will meet the smoke trees.
Nanting
Tang hanhe
Every day in Nanting, Nanting is like a monastery. People talk quietly, smell first, but birds cry deeply. Loose and thin stone edges, mountains and streams and lakes. Vines are long and hairy, and island flowers are small. Go to the hermit's crown and lie down and read the biography of the sage. When you are more interested, play the piano again.
Yingting
Don
Yingshang new pavilion overlooks a river, and several old sites are open and quiet. The cold sound in the north is the mysterious water, and the western cuiying comes to the mountain. With the lonely crane in the distance, the white clouds are often idle. Knowing your husband for a long time will make you forget loneliness sooner or later.
Jinting
Tanghusu
Jinting wants to resign from the Tang ship, and five or two winds will not stay. The northwest floating clouds connect Wei Que, and the southeast is full of the first day of Qin Lou. There are many people in the city, the grass is flourishing and the tourists are weaving. Pingle's old love was unacceptable, but he also went to Yingzhou in a dream.
Beiting
Don Li Qunyu
Oblique rain flies, silk weaves the sky, and the curtain is half-rolled. The lotus flowers in Qiu Guang bloom late and are scattered in the red and green swamps.
Li Bai in Tang Dynasty in Jinling New Pavilion
Jinling has outstanding people, beautiful scenery and powerful people gathered in the new pavilion today. Looking at the Central Plains, it is devastated, the country is no longer prosperous, and Zhou Yi is seriously injured. Everyone is sitting here as a prisoner of Chu, who is really thinking about the fate of the country. How generous he is, how generous he is, for generations to come, and to leave a good reputation for future generations.
Xiting
Don
This night, the Xiting is full moon, and the curtain is accompanied by wind and smoke. The phoenix tree is clearer, and the lonely crane never sleeps.
Linshui pavilion
Tang Jianwu
I only blame Su Ting for insisting on dark colors, and Xiyan dyed strawberry moss for me. If you want to know the spring breeze from the source, go to see peach blossoms and chase running water.
Dengxian pavilion
Don sikongshu
Looking back at Qin Guan, Fairy Mountain went south to Jingzhou for several days. Today I only have tears, but I don't know that the scenery is in He Shan.
Mei Ting
Tang Tang Yan Qian
Poor poet in the East China Sea, West Wind Ancient Post Pavilion. From old age to old age, mountains enter their hometown. There are only three caves in the world, once Cao Cao is here. Ding Ning hurriedly bought wine on credit, boiled chestnuts and tried sand bottles.
Yannange
Don Wang Changling
The cold river reflects the village forest, and the pavilions are fresh and clean. Chuke * * * drinks casually and sits quietly in the golden tube. I went into the mountains in the sun, and I came to the clouds and returned to the cave. The tower is hazy, and the apes and birds are waiting to be cut. Things like silk are determined by the heart. Visiting Jundongxi will come to a dead end sooner or later.