What are the ancient poems praising waterfalls?

Open a green ghost and write a thousand springs.

If you cut a grain, the sky will hang in autumn.

Author: Shi Jianwu

The autumn river overflows and the sky is covered with cloth. Deep thunder hides clouds and valleys, and solitary electricity hangs rock trees.

The sky is really cold and the sky is clear. Heat can't live unless it is washed down.

Author: anonymous

Rizhao jueju

Wang Anshi

Wan Li,

Thousands of feet of water are suspended.

* * * Look at the jade girl hanging,

Reflecting the sun is also a five-color text.

Kaixian temple

Li Mengyang

The waterfall has been flying to the ground for a long time.

Mo Yan, this pool is small, shake Lushan Mountain!

Lushan Waterfall, Xu Ning

Vanity falls into the spring, and thunder rushes into the river.

In ancient times, it was as long as white, and a boundary cut off the green hills.

Bai Yuchan's "Three Dies Springs" in Song Dynasty

Yuan Xi went deep into the Taohuawu, and Xia Zi was whispering.

The nine-story cliff is bright, and the three-level spring flies and the rain falls.

The setting sun dyed the mountain shadow wet, and Leng Yun bouldering ancient cliff.

Pull back the scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream and spray them on the floating snow building at Songjian.

Chang 'e's clothes are a little wet, and there is a house of Fusang under the pool.

The arrival of the dynasty seems overwhelming, and the night is like a smell.

The cold roared into the valley and sent the Milky Way to bombard the ages.

Silver toad flies in Guanghan Temple, and jade dragon dances in Crystal Palace.

Joan's axe is not the old moon, and the waterfall is not the weaver girl.

At first, I suspected that fish and turtles fell into the dragon gate, but I was afraid that the stars would be in Niuzhu.

I want to find some jiaozi now, but I see a mouse in the sky.

Soak in a pool of frost, and drip frozen Millennium milk.

The moon shines on the beads, and the wind blows the millet into the pale tiger.

Yao turns the earth's axis, and the iron horse rolls up the sky.

Xiangyan idle Zen master

Li Chen

Thousands of rocks and valleys are tireless, and Gao Yuan can only be known from a distance.

Can the stream stay? After all, the sea is a wave.

Looking at Lushan Waterfall at Hukou

Zhang Jiuling

Red spring falls, and the atmosphere is half purple.

Running down the miscellaneous trees and heavy clouds,

The sun is like a rainbow, the sky is clear, and Wan Li is full of wind and rain.

Lingshan is full of gorgeous colors and ethereal water.