The fog swims in the mountains, like a painter splashing ink, turning the original mountains into landscapes and creating pictures. I have shared with you the poem about the mist-shrouded mountains, let’s take a look together!
Zhongnan Mountain
Author: Wang Wei
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, from the mountains to the sea.
The white clouds look back. , the blue mist comes in and you can see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and clearings are different.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water
Wangyue
Era: Tang Author: Du Fu
How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dusk.
Zeng Yun is born in the chest, and the returning bird enters the canthus.
You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains.
Title: Lushan Waterfall
Li Bai
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.
The water flows down three thousand feet. , it is suspected that the Milky Way has set in the sky.
Autumn is in sight
Author: Li Shimin
The refreshing air floats in the Danque, and the autumn light shines in the Purple Palace.
The clothes are broken, the lotus leaves are sparsely shadowed, and the flowers are bright and chrysanthemums are dotted among the clusters.
The robe is light and the grass is exposed, and the cover is dancing in the pine wind.
The scattered clouds and leaves are scattered, and the mist is flying when you get lost.
Build a cold orchid withered ornaments, and build a cold orchid tree in the boudoir.
Farewell to the crane in the harp, in the gorge where the ape crows.
The flying star arrow fell into the wild, and the string of the half-moon bow was empty.
The mist rises in the evening, and the twilight fills the room.
Sentence
Author: Su Ting
The flying moths form red mist, and the floating clouds cover the sky.
The fingers are like ten sticks of ink, and the ears are like two spoons.
Although ugly has feet, it does not have armor all over. Seeing that you have no words to speak, I know that I am a young man.
One Hundred Untitled Poems on a Journey to the River
Author: Qian Jue
When I pour wine into the ripples and ride the current, I want to go away. An inch of heart is like an inch of jade, so I cast this to repay Feng Yi.
The song of the river lingers in Chu, and the flying clouds are half of Qin. Looking back at Xianshan, I felt like I was leaving my hometown.
The smoke in the lake contains the night sky, and the cold sun turns to autumn. There is a sunken monument, and the clear light does not shine on anyone.
The clouds and sky are closing over the Chu bank, and no one from Chu city will come. If anyone is good at dancing now, don’t be afraid of destroying Zhangtai.
Walking on the back of the green mountains and valleys, I chant the white dew of autumn. The romantic and unyielding Song Dynasty sings about ancient Jingzhou in the sky.
The fisherman is happy when he comes late. The net is too heavy and it is too late to collect it. I am afraid that there will be an envoy from the Yangtze River, and I am willing to redeem the turtle with money.
Going to point to Longsha Road, it’s just like hanging in the middle of the tower. The cold night has no distant dreams, and it is not an anvil that I hear occasionally.
The foggy clouds are sparse with leaves, and the rain waves are thin but without flowers. Let the boat go steadily, the river and the sky will have their own limits.
The beautiful day is in the middle of autumn, and the layers are turbulent. Having traveled thousands of miles away, who can see the beauty of autumn?
Ode to the Mist
Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty
Cangshan is silent at dusk, and the green view is about to sink.
Leopards hide in the morning in the south, and monkeys sing at night in Wu Gorge.
The weather is constantly cold and the scenery is dark and dark.
I will go to Huayin after visiting the public supermarket.
"Early ascent to the Taihang Mountains to express one's ambitions"
Author: Li Longji
"Walking across the river Yangtze River in the clear sky, and climbing up to Taihang with a glass of bamboo."
Fire dragons and bright birds walk, and iron cavalry circles the intestines of sheep.
White mist buries the ravine, and Danxia helps the dawn shine.
The springs in the streams are filled with frost, and the mountain trees are covered with residual frost.
The old thatched grass in the wild makes the house, and the woodcutter makes the clothes.
Xuanfeng asked the elders and encouraged them to cultivate mulberry trees.
Liang De is ashamed of his sages, and Hui You admires his former emperor.
If you don’t show your righteousness now, how can you risk being in the hall?
Late at night in Xunyang and looking at Lushan Mountain
(Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
I have traveled thousands of miles without encountering any famous mountains. Bozhou Xunyangguo, only to see Xianglu Peak.
After reading the biography of Yuan Gong, I will always cherish my traces. Donglin Jingshe is nearby, and you can hear the bell in the sky at dusk.
Staying in Shiyi Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Han Hong
The floating clouds are not visible in this mountain, and the mist on the mountain is green and the sky is turning into confusion.
The dawn moon temporarily flies high in the trees, and the autumn river is separated by several peaks to the west.
Zhongnan Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist priest but not met
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Amidst the sound of dogs barking and water, peach blossoms are thick with dew. Deer are seen when the trees are deep, and no bells are heard in the stream at noon.
The wild bamboos are divided into green mist, and the flying springs are hung with green peaks. No one knows where to go, and I lean on two or three pine trees in sorrow.
Tasha Xing·Chenzhou Hostel
Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the ferry. The peach garden is nowhere to be found. It is worth mentioning that the solitary pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos.
The plum blossoms are sent by mail, and the ruler is passed down by fish. There are countless ways to build up this hatred.
Fortunately, the Chenjiang River flows around Chenshan Mountain, but why does it flow down to Xiaoxiang?