Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. Li Qingzhao's Summer Poems
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are two or three, and the spring water warms the duck prophet. Su Shi's Night Scene by the Hui Chong River
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. Du Fu's "Meeting Li Guinian and Going Down the River"
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
He Shizhong
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. The Book of Songs Guan Ju
Say goodbye to the Yellow River and stay in Montenegro at dusk. Mulan Ci
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.
There are endless tears, who says the world is wide? Xia Wanchun's "Other Clouds"
Shi Zhongshan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
Water in poetry
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. The Book of Songs
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Cao Cao's ocean view
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. Luo's Ode to Goose
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.
Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea and never returned to Li Bai's "drinking"?
"The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written in his arms." Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
The mountains cover the day, the sea exhausts the golden river, and the ring of the king stays in the heron lodge.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice choked the ferry. I want to climb the snowy Taihang Mountain, and Li Bai's road is very difficult.
Wan Li sand in the Yellow River, waves scouring the wind from Tianya Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty "Waves scouring the sand"
Poems about the Yangtze River
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.
The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.
Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.
The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
Yellow river poems
Climbing the Watergate Building, I saw my late friend Zhang zhen's poem about the Yellow River, which made me excited.
Cui Shu
My friend in the southeastern United States, I have heard of this building. People die with the river, but books stay in the wall.
Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.
Time and words are ancient, and the traces will be quiet. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.
Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.
Poems crossing the Yellow River
The river is swift and muddy. The soup can't be ling. It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game. The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over. Don't pat people's footprints.
But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit. Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear. The Yellow River is sinking. From the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. A little-known mound began.
Stretch. Yellowing water. The rough stone tools of our ancestors. And the sobs of China people. Buried deeply. Converging into a cry, expanding the exotic life.
Yellow carpet. The coast of Bohai Bay. Extending to the Dragon Palace. One day. The East China Sea is heading for the dragon. Bring a beautiful dragon lady. Come to the carpet. Under the old moon.
With the vigorous boatman ballad. * * * Drink a glass of cold moonlight. And wine. Yellow skin and black hair. Claiming to be related to ...