The next stop on Beibao Mountain is an ancient poem with mountains written by Wang Wan.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Wang Wei's In the Mountains
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Li Bai sees Tianmen Mountain.
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc Mountaineering Journey"
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Du Mu's "Walking"
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Wang Bo's In the Mountains
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Zhang, The Fisherman's Song Egret flies in front of Mount Cisse.
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Li Bai's Summer Mountain
Lazily shaking a white feather fan to get rid of the heat, naked in the forest. Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.
Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Wen's "Doing Good and Walking Early"
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
High-profile "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond. The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard were fragrant.
Wu Jun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.
Liu Changqing's Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Wang Wei's Farewell/Farewell in the Mountains/Farewell to Friends
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?
Mei's Journey to Lushan Mountain
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain.
"My retreat in Zhongnanshan/Entering the Mountain for the First Time/Entering the Mountain to Send My Old Friends to the City" by Wang Wei
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Li Bai's Night Mountain Temple
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.
"Xiao Mei Yuan Yi in the Mountain" by Lin Bu
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues.
Du Mu's "Nine Days Climbing the Mountain"
On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
Li Bai's question and answer in the mountains
I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.
Liu Yuxi's Old Times of Xibao Mountain
When Wang Jun's ships set out from Yizhou, the position of the prince of Wu disappeared. The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall.
How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold. Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base.
Early with the master to see the mountains and rivers to send relatives and friends to Beijing, written by Liu Zongyuan.
Ying Chao on the sea is like a sword, cutting people's sadness in autumn everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Zheng Xie's After Snow in the Mountain
Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
Meng Haoran's Climbing Yanshan with Friends
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.
"Yu Chang 'an's Return to Yangzhou on September 9th, Weishan Pavilion/Poem of Chang 'an on September 9th" was written by General Manager Jiang.
My heart went south, but my body came back from north to south in autumn. How many more chrysanthemums have been planted under the fence in my hometown today?
Zhang Xu's Stay in the Mountains
The state of mountain light makes spring glow, not for lightness. Even if there was no rain in Mystery, the clothes were dyed deep in the clouds.
Lovers in the Mountains by Li Bai
The two of us drank cup after cup in the blooming flowers on the mountain. I want to sleep when I am drunk. You can leave yourself. If not, take the violin in the morning.
Cen Can's "Two Poems of Mountain Living in Spring"
It's sunny and spring is blooming, and butterflies and bees are wandering in the room. There are several wickers and low hangers, and a mountain flower pen bed.
There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the order. I don't know how many people will go, but the old flowers will come in spring.
Lu, Mount Xuanwu on September 9th/Tour on September 9th.
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, returning to the heart and looking at the wind and smoke. In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
Huang Tingjian's Climbing Yueyang Tower and Seeing Junshan in the Rain
Pass on the desolation of the edge through the death of the temple, and now live outside Qutang Gorge in Yan Guan. Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan.
The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies. It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile.
Meng Haoran's Wan Shan Tan Zuo
I sit on the edge of a stone and fish. The water is clear and transparent, so leisurely. Fish swam around in the shade of trees, and apes hung on the branches to fight.
The story of the goddess Yu Pei is said to have happened on this mountain. Because I don't have such a chance to take risks, I will come back and sing oars in the moonlight.
Pei Di's "Cui Jiu wants to go to Nanshan immediately, slogan and farewell/farewell to Wang Wei/farewell to Cui Jiu".
If you want to go back to the mountain, whether it is deep or shallow, go and have a look; These mountains and gullies are pure and beautiful, which are worth appreciating. Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain.
On Returning to Zhongnanshan/Hometown/Zhong Nanshan at the End of the Year by Meng Haoran.
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.