1. Poems describing Xiangshan
In the 16th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Hongli set up a plaque at a fixed point in the north of the pavilion on the hillside of Xiangshan, and inscribed the four words "Qingxue on the West Mountain".
Imperial poem:
The silver screen overlaps with the bright sky, and the bright peak faces the imperial capital.
The crystal light of thousands of valleys welcomes the dawn sun, and the debris of thousands of forests reflects the morning sunshine.
The spring at the mouth of Hanning Jianjian is still frozen, and the birds on the branches are silent.
Only the mountain monk is quite at ease, with a bamboo stove and tea bowl accompanied by high definition.
Xiangshan
Jin Zhou Ang
The mountains and forests are facing the city, and the red leaves and yellow flowers come from a river.
Ye Shui takes advantage of people's appointments, and Changsong reads the world without knowing the year.
Thousands of poems are left unfinished to repay the debt of poetry, and a chat over a meal will purify the relationship.
I’d like to ask An Xin’s heart, but who knows the handwriting is from before he was alive.
Traveling to Xiangshan
Zhang Yanghao of the Yuan Dynasty
I am often afraid of the dust in my heart, and I will climb the mountain again and again.
The long wind brings the moon out of the sea, and the old cypress and cloud hide the lunar moon.
Thousands of buildings in the temple are poor, and the remaining monuments are lost to the Liao and Jin Dynasties.
There is no need to inscribe Danya’s name and surname, as he admires the world of ancient and modern people.
Climbing Xiangshan
Ming · Wen Zhengming
He wanted to be fascinated by pointing out the wind and smoke, but he heard that Zhong Fan was recruited.
Green pines surround the house, and the clouds hide the house, and the green walls are made of thousands of stone stairs.
The ground is covered with fallen flowers and the chirping birds are silent. The sun is slanting against the railing and the mountains are low.
There is no need to leave poems behind when you come and go, and there is no old title in the moss. 2. Poems describing the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain
Poems describing the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain include 1. "Drunk to the Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring. 2. "Mountain Travel" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. 3. "Autumn Mountain" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty Wujiu was an old dyer who mistakenly made iron soap scarlet red.
Xiaofeng drank a lot of wine all night long, but his face was hidden by a lonely pine tree. 4. Song Dynasty Qiangzhi's "Hechunfu Red Leaves" There are no bright colors in the autumn garden, and the west wind blows specially.
Sometimes the forest is green with smoke, and sometimes it is red with frost flakes. The rays of light are set against the blue sky, and the lanterns and torches are green with sarongs.
I don’t know how to follow the pines and cypresses, and dyeing and cutting are annoying to chemical industry. 5. Water Dragon Song - The red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow dyes the maple forest drunkenly.
The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green. The shadows are traced by the flowing light, the charming figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn.
Suddenly the cold wind blows the wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying. The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting into darkness, and the nights are long and sleepless.
The deserted ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away. Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other.
Let’s leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms. 6. The mountains and forests are in a state of confusion, and the red leaves and yellow flowers come from the same river.
The wild water takes advantage of people's appointments, and the long pine trees read the world without knowing the year. Thousands of poems are left unfinished to repay the debt of poetry; a chat over a meal forges a lasting relationship.
I’d like to ask An Xin’s heart, who knows the handwriting is from before he was alive. 7. Red leaves in Xiangshan The red leaves in Xiangshan dance in the cool autumn. The wind blows through the branches like streams of fire. The bells of the ancient temple sound in the mist. Birds fly in fright to disturb the morning tranquility. 3. Poems related to Xiangshan
The fragrance comes from the secluded mountain
Trying to move the picture is in vain
People who return in autumn will not return
Staying alone in the mountains to get drunk
Chen Richao of the Song Dynasty
Shizhai Mu Xiangshan’s High Xudazai’s Journey Collection of Xiangshan Poems
Undressing and Drinking by the River, No Leisure That is, drunken sleep.
Generally speaking, glory is nothing, and physiology has never been self-sufficient.
The imperial court treats me as an idler, as if I have two or three thousand coins.
It has been five years since the emperor's official position was cold.
In the five years of Yanliang, everything has changed. Who can afford to spend money on drinks when you are old?
The world’s web of dust is heavily bound, and there are seventy-eight or hundreds of illnesses.
Among the millions of people, there is not one person who is happy that God has taught me little luck.
The sixty-three-year-old man has a white head, and the poor family is strong and blessed by God.
Every time I am ashamed of my love for the book, I will be drunk and intoxicated with you.
The breaths are similar, just like before the illness and coma.
Walking slowly on the stone bridge on a moonlit night, numerous buildings are connected to each other.
There is more than an hectare of thin field planted every year, and the thin yields are dealt with first.
There is no vulgar thing for human eyes, no fish, no fish, no lotus fields.
It’s okay to sing short songs while drinking wine for you.
Water Dragon Song ------ Red Leaves in Fragrant Mountain
Broken clouds fly down thousands of mountains, and the afterglow dyes the maple forest drunkenly.
The sunny branches are still warm, while the shady branches are cold, with red, yellow and vermilion green.
The shadows are trailing by the flowing light, the delicate figure is standing in the frost, and there is a sense of autumn.
Suddenly the north wind blows the wild geese, gently holding the red sleeves, throwing them in the air, and crying.
The sweet dreams are crushed by ice wheels, drifting darkly, and the nights are long and sleepless.
The deserted ditch is silent, the Milky Way is dim, and the big city is far away.
Only the clear stream holds up the waves to support the wine, and pours the cup to comfort each other.
Let’s leave the dark valley together, rush to catch up with the spring floods, and meet the plum blossoms.