Poetry describing the Yellow River:
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. Traveling across the East China Sea, thousands of miles are written into the mind. "Li Bai's "Gift to Pei Shishi"
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river. Wang Wei's "The Envoy to the Fortress"
The sun is shining over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower"
I want to cross the Yellow River, but I am about to climb Taihang, which is covered with snow. "The Journey Is Difficult" by Li Bai in the Mountains
The Yellow River has nine twists and turns and thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds are tossing it from the end of the world. Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty, "The Waves and the Sand"
Poetry of Crossing the Yellow River
The river is fast and turbid. Tangtang cannot be buried.
It’s hard to make the list. Only the loose boat can win.
The empty courtyard is filled with old trees. There is more than one old place in Huangchou.
Don’t tell anyone’s whereabouts. But see the fox and rabbit thrive.
A message to the old man on the river. How can this water be clear?
Langtao Sha
The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand,
Langtao is blown by the wind from the end of the world.
Now we go straight to the Milky Way,
Together we go to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.
Poetry on the Yellow River
When I climbed up to the Shuimen Tower, I saw my late friend Zhang Zhenqi writing a poem on the Yellow River, and I was inspired by it
Cui Shu
I Friends from Southeast America, I have heard of climbing this building in the past. People pass away along the river, and books remain on the wall.
Yan Zi likes to live in seclusion, thank you for your time in traveling far away. The breeze sings its praises at the beginning, and worries disappear again in the free days.
Time and writing are ancient, and the mountains and rivers are secluded. Already alone, the common people can only see the Yellow River.
The year of wandering is getting late, and the sad things are already autumn. The sky is too high to ask, so I cover up my tears and go boating.
"Poem of Crossing the Yellow River"
The river is fast and turbid.
Tangtang cannot be buried.
It’s hard to make the list.
Only a loose boat can win.
The empty courtyard is filled with old trees.
There are still many old people in Huangchou.
Don’t tell anyone’s whereabouts.
But the fox and the rabbit are thriving.
A message to the old man on the river.
How can this water be clear?
The hook of the Yellow River
Starts from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Starts from a little-known small mound
Elongates
The yellowed water
buried the rough stone tools of our ancestors
and Yanhuang’s cries
deeply
into a cry to expand life Foreign land
Yellow carpet
Along the Bohai Bay
Extending to the Dragon Palace
One day
The dragon from the East China Sea will
Bringing the beautiful dragon girl
Coming on the carpet
Under the Moon
To the majestic "The Ballad of the Boatman"
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***Drink a glass of cool moonlight
Japanese wine
Get married to someone with yellow skin and black hair
About to enter the wine
You will not see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky.
Rush to the sea and never return.
Don’t you see the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired.
The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow.
To be successful in life, you must have fun.
Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful.
It will come back even after all the gold is gone.
It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle.
You will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen.
Dan Qiusheng.
The wine will be served
Don’t stop.
A song with Junge.
Please listen to me.
Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive enough.
I hope I will be drunk forever and never wake up.
All the sages in ancient times were lonely.
Only the drinker leaves his name.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet.
Wine-drinking and banter.
What does the master say about Shaoqian?
It’s up to you to sell at your own discretion.
Five-flowered horse.
Qianjinqiu.
Hu'er will exchange for fine wine.
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