Four poems on pavilions and pavilions
Tengwang Pavilion [Tang Dynasty] Wang Bo
Tengwang’s high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows in Xianyuntan Lake are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved?
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. Wanghai Tower [Song Dynasty] Mi Fu
The iron urn among the clouds is close to the blue sky, and the misty flying towers are connected hundreds of feet.
The sound of the Three Gorges River flows at the bottom of the pen, and the shadow of the sails of the Six Dynasties falls in front of the bottle.
Several times I draw a corner to remind me of the red sun, and white smoke rises from Cangzhou without incident.
Where is the sudden recollection of admiring the scenery? The spring breeze and autumn moon are at a loss. Lu You climbed to the Xiangxian Terrace [Song Dynasty]
The misty terraces press the city wall, leaning on the stick to watch the mighty spring.
Let go of the thousand-mile sight before the bottle, wash away the empty clothes and collect the dust for ten years.
The lingering water embraces the peaceful spirit, and the distant mountains seem to contain people.
I am even more happy that my wits are gone, and the gulls and herons are also making love on the beach. Hengbo Pavilion [Gold] Yuan Haowen
The solitary pavilion is abruptly inserted into the flying current, and the air pressure Yuanlong Baichi Tower.
Thousands of miles of wind and waves meet the Yinghai Sea, and thousands of years of heroes build the hills.
The sparse stars are shining in the moonlight at night with fish and dragons, and the old trees are clear with frost and wild geese are flying in autumn.
Leaning on the sword and singing a cup of wine, China is in the northwest of the floating clouds