Just like a person drinking water, he knows whether it is warm or cold.
Crossing the Xiang River at night
Meng Haoran
The passenger boat was greedy for profit and crossed the Xiang River secretly.
The dew smell smells the fragrant flowers, and the singing sounds makes me pick the lotuses.
People throw themselves into the fire on the shore, and fishermen stay in the smoke of the pond.
The couple asked each other where Xunyang was.
Ask about the Huai River
Bai Juyi
I complain that fame and wealth disturb the world.
Why does the Huai River flow eastward without any leisure?
Lushui Song
Li Bai
Lushui is bright in autumn.
Picking white apples in Nanhu Lake.
The lotus flowers are so delicate that they want to speak.
Worry about killing boaters.
Spring Water
Du Fu
The waves of peach blossoms in March make the river flow again. When the morning comes, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door.
Connect strands of hanging fragrant bait, and connect the canister to irrigate the small garden. Countless birds have been added, and they are noisy as they compete for bathing.
Water in Poetry
1. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. ("Ode to the Goose" by King Luo Bin)
2. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. (Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
3. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village")
4. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun")
5. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River")
6. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water (Yang Wanli's "Little Pond")
7. Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo , Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet. (Su Shi's "Inscribed on Huichong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River")
8. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. ("The Book of Songs·Jianjia")
9. How can the water be sluggish, but the mountains and islands are standing tall? (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea")
10. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poetry")
Poetry of Water
Author: Zhou Ying
On the water of the Yellow River, the sky comes up
The general goes east to the waves Searching for all the romantic figures of the ages
In the torrent
I don’t know a ditch of hopeless backwater
The eternal absurdity of fish swimming in contentment
< p>Li Bai's Yellow RiverSu Shi's Yangtze River
Wen Yiduo's Standing Water
The logic of teasing
Because it is water Don’t be afraid of flooding!
Modern times do not involve the Dongting wave of female heroes
The rain clouds of Yaoji Wushan
But it has returned to the vastness of the Han Dynasty
The incredible wideness of water
and the so-called beautiful person
The distance of water on the other side of the water
And the leisure of water
The distance of water Huan
The life water of "Poetry"!
The charm of the Six Dynasties flows
Chengjiang River is as quiet as practice
The remaining clouds disperse into Qi< /p>
The delicacy of the water that passed through the Tang Dynasty
Peach Blossoms and Flowing Water with Mandarin Fish Fertilizer
Blue waves, emerald green...
Thousands of years have flown away Mrs. Xiangjun's wild singing and dancing
Buried Qu Zi's chest as sinking as the sunset
Can only
The white clouds and yellow cranes in Chutian and the spring water of the river go eastward flow!
The Poetry of Water
Did not follow Western philosophers to return to Socratic philosophy
Did not create the pre-Homeric mythology
There are ripples!
Water has no source, no flow, no outlet;
Poetry has form and rhyme!
Even if it is like a ditch of stagnant water, it is still there
When stagnant water dies, it will be regenerated abundantly:
A surging stream,
A vast outlet to the sea!