belong to poems and songs, and are well documented as follows:
Kou Zhun's Book of Zhai Qiu in Badong County:
The court is quiet in autumn, and the piano crane is idle for a long time.
In the evening, trees grow cool, and Qiu Si is in the distant mountains.
The water passes through the Yin Pavilion, and the moss surrounds the Yin Chuang spot.
Fortunately, Jiang Yun watched, and He Sibu returned.
(Kou Zhun was written in Badong, Enshi at the age of 19)
Lu You's Qiufeng Pavilion
Kou Gong Zhuang was a poor man at the age of 19, and he was proud of his secluded room.
I always look at the water by the music bar, but I am afraid of covering the mountains when I am uneasy.
although the adherents can still talk, the old commander loves leisure when he first comes.
It's making the official poor to the bone, and it's not preventing the guests from listening to the gurgling.
(Qiufeng Pavilion, Badong, Enshi)
Du Fu's "Xiqiao Creek":
A long snake ran away from the water and embraced Jiangcun's wild teeth.
YiYe Lan Zhou Long Dong Fu, several huts and wild people.
pure green pine and fir trees come in winter, and hearts and plums come in spring.
the site of violet left behind at the foot of the mountain is often covered by white clouds.
(visiting Shennongxi in Badong)
Bai Juyi's Zhuzhi Ci:
Who does the bamboo branch complain about? It is quiet and quiet at night.
Barbarians sing in chorus, worrying about the illness in Jianglou makes you king.
("Barbarians" means Enshi people) 2. A poem describing Hubei
Yellow Crane Tower Cui Hao, where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. Listening to the flute on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Langzhongqin Li Baiyi went to Changsha for moving guests and looked at Chang 'an in the west.
Yu Di blows in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in Jiangcheng in May. Li Bai, a great poet in Suizhou in the Tang Dynasty, once praised Suizhou with his immortal poem "The United States and the East China, the bright moon in Sichuan and Tibet".
Original text: "Jiangxia sends Qian Gong to Handong" Author: Li Bai Age: Tang Bimei Handong Kingdom, Sichuan, Tibet and Mingyuehui. I'd rather know that after the chaos, there will be a pearl to return.
Lu Yu, a Cha Sheng in Tianmen, praised his hometown, Tianmen's Six Envy Songs. [Tang] Lu Yu. He doesn't envy gold and white jade cups. Don't envy entering the province, don't envy entering Taiwan at dusk; I admire the West River and once came down to Jingling City. Pi Rixiu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, praised his hometown Tianmen's "Send from Brother Pi Chong to Fu Zhou", admiring that you are a young man, and the moon is like Wu Tian.
it's no harm to take the chela near the shore, and it's not necessary to pull it with the wind. There are thousands of hectares of rice along the road everywhere, and there is a lotus outside the home.
don't laugh when you live in Xiangyang, because you love Nanxi. Pi Rixiu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, praised his hometown Tianmen, "The Evening Photo of Tianmen", and sat opposite Tianmen to get down.
The Hanbi in Shili Gufeng layer, and the residual photos of several villages are half river red. In a deserted city, people return to pasture, while in a distant place, there are clear waters and beautiful rivers.
Looking back on Chang 'an, it is in the five clouds of Cui 'e Palace Que. According to the Records of Tianmen County, the literary spring was dug by Zhi Dun monks in the Jin Dynasty, and it was highly praised by tea people in past dynasties because of its excellent water quality.
in the song dynasty, Yu Wang made a special trip to Tianmen to taste Jing Quan, and endowed him with seven unique poems, saying, "The moss on a stone seal is 1 feet deep, but when you try tea, you know little about it. "Only in the middle of the night, in the middle of the spring, I took a photo of Mr. all of my heart.
that poem not only express the memory of Lu Yu; At the same time, Lu Yu's contribution to the study of tea affairs is fully affirmed. However, behind Lu Yu, Xita Temple and Wenxue Spring were lost for a long time. It was not until the thirty-third year of Qing Qianlong (1768) that the well site and the broken tablet with "literature" were discovered due to drought, and the well site was confirmed, and the scenic spot was restored.
Near Jing Quan, Luyu Pavilion was also built. Unfortunately, by 1935, the flood rushed ahead and was destroyed by the Japanese war.
after reconstruction in 1957, it was destroyed by the Cultural Revolution. It was rebuilt again in 1981.
In the rebuilt Luyu Pavilion, there is a stone tablet with the words "literary fountain" engraved on the front and the words "authentic tea tasting" inscribed on the back. Stay in the world forever.
Li Bai of Yingcheng once lived in seclusion in Tang Chi when he traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, and he was given the poem "An Zhou Ying Cheng Yu Nv Tang Zuo" to stay forever, leaving a beautiful poem saying "The Goddess lives in seclusion, and Tang Chi flows into a great river". Li Bai in Jiangling: "Early Sending of Baidi City" pays homage to Baidi's colorful clouds. A thousand miles away in Jiangling, the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man.
Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty in Jingmen, once wrote "Autumn Under Jingmen", "Frost falls on the trees in Jingmen River, and canvas hangs in the autumn wind without any harm. This trip is not a poem of "perch, love famous mountains and dive in".
Wang Wei, a famous poet in Xiangyang in the Tang Dynasty, boated on the Han River, and with deep feelings for Xiangyang, wrote an infectious poem "The Han River is Overflowing". With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border, and its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing.
this river runs beyond heaven and earth, where the colour of mountains both is and is not. The dwellings of men seem floating along, on ripples of the distant sky.
these beautiful days here in Xiangyang, make drunken my old mountain heart!. Li Bai is an admirer of Meng Haoran. He once wrote: "master, I hail you from my heart, and your fame arisen to the skies."
Li Bai has been to Xiangyang many times, and joined hands with Meng Haoran to visit Xiangyang landscape. He left more than a dozen poems in Xiangyang: Xiangyang's pleasure place, singing and dancing "White brass cymbals".
the river turns into green water, and the flowers and the moon are fascinating. "Four Songs of Xiangyang" Xian Mountain faces the Hanshui River, and the water is green and sand is like snow.
"Four Songs of Xiangyang" visited Gu Deng's head, and looked down on Xiang Zhong. The sky is clear and the peak is out, and the water is cold and empty.
Du Shenyan, Du Fu's grandfather, was from Xiangyang. In the poem "Climbing Xiangyang City", he wrote: When a passenger arrives in Sanqiu, he looks around the city. Chushan stretched across the ground, and the surface of the river, the Han river water potential, as if connected to the sky, twists and turns to go.
Meng Haoran is a landscape poet and a native of Xiangyang. There are about 15 poems written by him in Xiangyang. Now, I will extract a few poems to see if the landscapes he wrote in Xiangyang are more charming. Things in the world have changed, and the time is often the time to form ancient and modern.
rivers and mountains are changeless in their glory, and still to be witnessed from this trail. The balcony of "on climbing yan mountain with friends" reflects Qingshan Guo and Luo Qiqing's charming green water continent in the distance.
Shake the moon to the evening wave, and you are even more suspicious of the goddess playing with pearls. "Deng 'an raises the tower." The landscape view wins, and Xiangyang is beautiful.
the highest hope is Chu, and I have climbed it. "Climbing to the Top of Chushan Mountain" Su Dongpo, a famous poet in Huangzhou, wrote an immortal masterpiece Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" in Chibi, Huangzhou, and he was a romantic figure through the ages.
to the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow.
the landscape is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time! Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, strong Lu ashes.
I wander in my old country, and I am passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, so I was born early. Life is like a dream, and sprinkle a cup of wine to pay tribute to the moon on the river. 3. Wang Wei's poem of homesickness
Send Yuan Er's envoy Anxi
Weicheng faces the rain and the city is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.
Lu Chai
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss.
Bamboo House
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Farewell
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door.
grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you??
Acacia
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches?
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong
Being a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever during festivals.
I know from a distance where my brother climbs, and there is one less person in the dogwood.
if you are stuck in traffic
if you want to ask for directions, it is a country that has lived too long.
collect the wild goose from Hansai and return it to Hu Tian.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Xiao Guan is always riding in Yanran. 4. The poem about Wang Wei is urgent
farewell
I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine and and I ask you where you are going and why.
and you answer: "I am discontent", and would rest at the foot of the southern mountain..
but don't ask questions, white clouds pass there without end.
Send Zhang Wu back to the mountain
Send the monarch to the end of his melancholy, and who will be sent back.
hand in hand for several days, and brush your clothes first once.
there is a hut in Dongshan, so it's lucky to sweep the jingfei.
when you thank the official, you won't be upset.
Lu Chai
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss.
Mulan Chai
Autumn mountains gather more sunlight, and birds chase their predecessors.
when the color is green, there is no place for the evening haze.
cornus Pan
is firm, red and green, and it blooms like a flower.
if you stay in the mountains, buy this hibiscus (a cornus) cup.
Palace Huai Mo
The path is shaded by Palace Huai, and the shade is covered with green moss.
I answered the door but greeted the sweeper, fearing that a monk from the mountain would come.
Linhu Pavilion
Light Ge greets guests, and you come up from the lake.
when the porch is facing the wine, hibiscus blooms all around. 5. Wang Wei's Complete Poems
I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds. -my retreat at mount zhongnan by Wang Wei
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's
I advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and there is no reason for people to go out to Yangguan. -Wei Cheng Qu by Wang Wei
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. -Wang Wei's Acacia
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. -Wang Wei's an autumn evening in the mountains
Knowing from a distance where my brother climbed high, there was one less person in the dogwood. -Wang Wei's on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong
People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing in the Stream"
Birds are startled in the mountains when the moon rises, and they are singing in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's
Bird's Singing Stream
From a distance, the mountains are colored, but when you listen to the water, you are silent. -Wang Wei's Paintingwas the plum, when you passed my silken window, opening its first cold blossom?. -Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. -Wang Wei's Bamboo House
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. -Wang Wei's Bamboo House
"Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored." -Wang Wei's Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. -an autumn evening in the mountains by Wang Wei 6. Poems describing landscapes Wang Wei
1. an autumn evening in the mountains
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.
2. Luchai
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss.
3.
It's raining in Weicheng, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.
4. Bamboo House
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
5. Over xiangji temple
not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance, under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered.
through ancient woods without a human track, but now on the height I hear a bell.
a rillet sings over winding rocks, the sun is tempered by green pines.
and at twilight, close to an emptying pool, thought can conquer the Passion-Dragon.
6.
In the mountains, there are clear stones in the stream, and the red leaves are sparse in cold weather.
there is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet.
7.
Loneliness covers Chai Fei, and the boundless glow falls.
There are many pine trees in the crane nest, but few people visit the gate.
the green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus falls off its old clothes.
fireworks started at the ferry, and ling was collected everywhere.
8. a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di
the mountains are cold and blue now, and the autumn waters have run all day.
by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset sets over the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.
9, "Zhongnanshan"
its massive height near the City of Heaven, from mountains to sea corners.
clouds, when I look back, close behind me, mists, when I enter them, are gone.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys.
needing a place to spend the night, I call to a wood-cutter over the river.
1. a Farm-house on the Wei River
The setting sun shines on the market, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane.
and a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
there are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
Hojo, Fu Tian, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.
11. Book Matters
It's light and rainy in the pavilion, and the deep courtyard opens carelessly in the daytime.
sit and watch the color of moss, and want to put on your clothes.
12.
Spring grass in the eastern suburbs, driving horses to leisurely.
Outside the mountain of the township, the ape cries for water.
the island is exposed, and the Jiangguan is waiting for you.
Hui Fu is the official, and Zhu Guan worships the state.
Lonely warblers sing in distant villas, while wild apricots send mountain mail.
it's only in the morning and evening that you can play, and autumn is avoided in the south and middle schools.
13.
The grass is getting better and the people in Taoyuan are getting thinner.
Hold hands flat and watch Lao Lai's clothes.
every time the cherry blossoms bloom, they return with Haiyan.
I should go back to Chai Fei for a cold drink this year.
14. Peach Blossom Row
a fisherman is drifting, enjoying the spring mountains, and the peach-trees on both banks lead him to an ancient source.
watching the fresh-coloured trees, he never thinks of distance, who does his best in Qingxi, suddenly pays attention to people.
it's a cave-with a mouth so narrow that he has to crawl through, but then it opens wide again on a broad and level path.
and far beyond he faces clouds crowning a reach of trees, and thousands of houses shadowed round with flowers and bamboos.
woodsmen tell him their names in the ancient speech of Han, and clothes of the Qin Dynasty are worn by all these people.
Juren * * lives in Wulingyuan, on farms and in gardens that are like a world apart.
In their dwellings at peace under pines in the clear moon, chickens and dogs are noisy at sunrise.
...At news of a stranger the people all assemble, and each of them invites him home and asks him where he was born.
alleys and paths are cleared for him of petals in the morning, and fishermen and farmers bring him their loads at dusk.
they had left the world long ago, they had come here seeking refuge, they have lived like angels ever since, blessedly far away.
no one in the cave knowing anything outside, outsiders viewing only empty mountains and thick clouds.
the fisherman, unaware of his great good fortune, begins to think of country, of home, of worldly ties.
The caves are separated by mountains and rivers, intending some time to return, when he has told his kin.
he studies every step he takes, fixes it well in mind, and forgets that cliffs and peaks may vary their appearance.
it is certain that to enter through the deepness of the mountain, how many times did Qingxi go to Yunlin?
but now, with spring-floods everywhere and floating peachpetals, which is the way to go, to find that hidden source?.
15. Acacia
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.