Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.
However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.
Julian embroidered the column around the yellow crane, and the brocade cable was marked with Bai Ou.
Old dreams have not fallen this autumn, like new dreams, drifting to the old yellow Heshan.
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The original poem is as follows:
1.
Yellow Crane Tower
Year: Tang author:
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
2.
The road to Shu, so steep, steeper than Heaven.
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Hey, hey, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!
Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age!
Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai.
And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.
Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked.
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. It turns pale when you smell it!
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys.
You've come a long way at all risks! (If this is also true)
Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.
What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are scary hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night; With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp.
Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice! ?
3,
Manjianghong looks at the Central Plains from afar.
Year: Song Author: Yue Fei
Looking at the Central Plains from a distance, there are many battlements.
Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting.
Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs.
Today, the fighters are full of suburbs and the dust is evil.
Bing An is here? Ointment cake. Min' an is here? Fill the ravine.
Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse.
When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip.
However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane. ?
4.
Eight Poems of Qiu Xing
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.
Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
The ancient city of Kuifu has an oblique sunset, and every time it travels south to Wangjing.
Listen to the ape shed three tears and check with you in August.
Draw an incense burner and lean on a pillow, and the mountain floor hides sorrow.
Look at the vines on the stone, which have reflected the flowers in front of the continent.
Qian Shan is full of water in Zhao Hui. One day, the buildings by the river are green.
The fisherman in the lodge is still ordinary, and the swallow flies in the clear autumn.
Kuang Heng's resistance to fame and fortune is weak, and Liu Xiangchuan's heart has been violated.
Students and teenagers are not cheap, and the five tombs are light and fat.
It is said that if Chang 'an plays chess, the world will be sad for a hundred years.
The houses of princes have all changed their owners, and the clothes of civil servants and military commanders are not the same as in the past.
The golden drum in Beiguan Mountain is vibrating, and the signing of Ma Yu's book in the west is late.
The fish and dragons are lonely, and the autumn is cold, so the country is peaceful and thoughtful.
Penglai Palace Que faces Nanshan, with dewdrops between golden stems and Korean smiles.
Looking at Yaochi in the west and the Empress Dowager in the east, there are many kinds of customs.
Clouds move to Gongshan, and the sun goes around Longlin to know the holy face.
When I was lying in Cangjiang, I was surprised at my late age and looked at the class several times.
Qu Tang Xia Kou Qujiang Tou, Wan Lifeng smoke meets Su Qiu.
Calyx clamped the city to control the air, and Furong Xiao Yuan entered the customs.
Julian embroidered the column around the yellow crane, and the brocade cable was marked with Bai Ou.
Looking back at the difference between song and dance venues, Qin Zhong has been a country of emperors since ancient times.
5.
Water tune: decades
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
Ten years of ups and downs in officialdom, people spent ten Mid-Autumn Festival. Old dreams have not fallen this autumn, like new dreams, drifting to the old yellow Heshan. Lao Tzu is not shallow tonight, and suddenly I think of Shouzhou, the reunion in history, and the party where I lived in the South Building. The Milky Way is dark and the moon is floating in the sky.
Jiangbei smoke powder, Jiangnan fog set, Jiang Shuiping like white practice flowing east. The mountains and rivers are broken, the north and the south are divided, and the moonlight still shines with sadness. The moon in the middle of the month, when I laugh at my white hair, mink hair empty, unwilling to pay. I raised my glass and asked Mingyue, would you like to go to Cangzhou with me? ?