Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Langtaosha Liu Yuxi
In August the waves roared to the ground, and the head was several feet high and touched the mountain.
After a while, he entered the sea gate, rolling up piles of sand like snowdrifts.
The tide of the Qiantang River is rising
The roar of anger is so strong that the land on the bank of the Luosha River is about to float.
Keeping great faith as you travel along the road, you also know that it will flow advection over and over again.
There is no bottom to the huge immersion, and there is only the head when it crosses Xiling.
Who is in charge of the morning and evening? How can I ride on the carp and ask the Marquis of Yang?
The Qiantang River flows through Qiantang River in autumn.
It floods the eastern extreme, and the mountains swallow up the vast plains.
Because I know Wu hates each other, I can’t stop hearing the sound of the waves.
The black steam fills the dragon cave, and the autumn clouds enter the war city.
Thousands of tourists have passed by this white mustache.
Waiting for the Tide in the Qiantang River A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Hu Zhonggong
When the tide comes, a thousand ships are moving, and the waves are noisy and thousands of drums are beating.
The river is clear and the snow is rolling, and the sea is rising and the stone pond is flat.
The shadow of the sail can be seen in the forest, and the light is bright on the shining house.
The green mountains come from Wu and Yue, and they are in love with each other.
Watching the Tide in Qiantang A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty - Liu Fu
This is a southeast-shaped resort, next to Zixu Temple.
I don’t know how many heroic tears turned into a thousand-year-old angry wave.
Thunder drums are far away, startling strange insects in the river, and snow chariots are driving across the sea gate.
Wu Er regards life as lightly as a leaf, and dances with great spirit.
Recalling the Qiantang River Poems of the Song Dynasty - Li Gou
In the past, when I was drunk, I was sailing back, and I was half a day away from the mountains.
Fortunately, the river is full of flowers, and the daffodils are all wearing light red shirts.
Qiantang River Tide A Complete Song Poetry - Shi Wenjue
When I first heard the sound of thousands of horses, I gradually felt like the Great Wall.
It rises far from Sanshan, and the two sides of Gaolian are flat.
Lingfeng adds to the anger, reflecting the sun as a false light.
If it were Wu Xupo, how would he survive the Yue soldiers?
A Complete Poetry of the Song Dynasty on the Qiantang River - Yang Pan
The colors of the river are connected in one breath, but only a few are eternally clear.
The guest's heart also surges, current events and tides arise.
The road turns to green mountains and the sand is blank with birds flying.
After a few years of dreams, I can only sing with emotion.
Qiantang River Poems of the Song Dynasty - Zhu Jifang
There are no tall trees in Jipu, only the sky is vast.
When the tide comes, the water of the river is black, and when the sun rises, the sea gate is red.
On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, east and west, thousands of sails come and go.
Beyond the mountains of the Central Plains, the lingering dreams are chasing home.
Jiuquanzi (10 out of 10) Pan Lang
I remember watching the tide for a long time, and the Manguo people competed to watch it on the river. The vast sea of ??doubts has become empty. Amidst the sound of thousands of drums.
Nong Taoer stands facing Tao. Keep the red flag in hand without getting wet. Don't come here and look into your dreams. Mengjue is still heartbroken.
Looking at the tide (watching the tide in Qiantang on August 15th) Zhao Ding
The twin peaks are rushing forward, echoing, splashing with rain and flying sand. The frost is cold, the swords are shining, the wind is blowing, the horses are in formation, and it is like hearing thousands of drums coming together. The husband laughs at children's jokes. The water rhinoceros and the powerful crossbow fight against fish and shrimp. There are still a group of dragons, furiously rolling the silver man down to the end of the world.
Thunder drives lightning and shines brightly. Like clouds hanging down the back of a peng, snow blowing out whale teeth. It will disappear in a moment, the sky will be the color of water, and the Qiongtian will be flawless. The ordinary eyes are surprised. It seems that the three islands are hazy. The old hermit remains, when will I return to Pan Lingcha?
A poem by Zhang Tian in the Ming Dynasty
The tide goes out and comes spring and autumn, and the Qiantang River flows to the head of the lake.
Yuanlang is like the tide of the river, flowing continuously in the evening and in the morning.
Dengzixu Temple is famous for watching the tide of the Qiantang River.
The middle of Wuyue is divided into two banks, and the roaring waves have thundered through the ages.
If Zixu does not die as a loyal minister, Gou Jian will not be the hegemon after all.
The years wear away people and they grow old, but I will come back to the magnificent country.
The iron arrows of the barbarians and barbarians are all safe, and their eyes are clear of the flood waves that will return thousands of miles away.
After watching the moon, go to Haining Prefecture to watch the tide on the seawall Ruan Yuan of the Qing Dynasty
The tide of Qiantang River is the biggest in autumn, and it does not reach Yanguan 50%. I came to Yanguantang to stand up, and I was late at noon on the first day of the lunar month. The water in the river suddenly condensed and did not dare to go eastward, while Haikou trembled and vomited westward. If the tide does not move, it will fly straight up; if the water does not flow horizontally, it will stand upright. If the sea is angry again by the mausoleum, thousands of thunder drums will vibrate in the earth. The horse is sitting high on the horse's head and dancing with dragons, and the arrows are drawn and the King Qian's crossbow is fired. In a moment, it shakes the roots of the pond and shakes thousands of people. Like black clouds, whirlwind and rain, like galloping horses fighting brave tigers. Like yin and yang charcoal boiling on the bottom of the sea, like a gourd that cannot be controlled. Three thousand waters moved into Cangming, and twelve cities fell to the sky pillar. The anger is swallowed up in the sky, and it is about to wash away the earth in Yuhang. Alas, it is hard for Emperor Wa to make up for the lack of land, and God Yu feels sad that his great work has not been completed. This is the shortcoming of Southeast, how can it be a mere literary and military work. The vicissitudes of life are separated by a dike, and fish and dragons are adjacent to each other. My emperor's merits and deeds have extended to the surrounding area, and I have personally built a long defense to provide security. All the money is used to build ponds, so that the common people cannot bathe in salty salt water. Recently, the ocher in the niche has risen and crossed the sand, but Zhijian Mountain serves as the gateway. There are 100,000 rows of wild goose tooth piles and three layers of fish scale boulders. There are ancient relics before Wang Chong's theory, but there are no strange words after Mei Cheng's speech. Alas, this pond and this tide have lasted for eternity. The poet's people are happy and the emperor's heart is miserable.
Walking across the Qiantang River in the evening by Wang Yinhuai of the Qing Dynasty
The sound of the Rakshasa River is like thunder, and the boat is rocking against the roaring waves. The lone gull floats from the earth, and the tide carries the mountains and thousands of horses. When crossing to the south, the autumn grass is silent, while the drums and horns in Xiling are mournful at sunset. I am really not lazy when I am in prison in ancient times. I call for a glass of wine from Yuhang.
Watching the tide in Qiantang, Qingtang Jinzhao
The first sound of thunder at Haimen turned, and thousands of stacks were really like piles of snow. The arrogance has swallowed up Wenzhong's tomb, and the aftermath is still on Zilingtai. The whole army of Jin and Kou was sent to the bottom, and the king of archers came together to borrow money. I want to write something magnificent, but I worry about my weak pen. I can only look back at the Yinshan Mountain in vain.
Watching the Tide in Qiantang, Qing Dynasty by Lin Yining
The air is calmed by the three autumns, and the river is famous for its ninety percent decline. The Haimen is surrounded by the Phoenix Tower, and half the sun shines over the divine capital. In the three cities of Zhouji, fish and salt department stores are in full supply. The cool wind blows with the rudder, and the new moon sails beside the boat. *** refers to the tidal period, which means you can see the mist. The pole master waited with bated breath, and the fishermen released their boats to welcome him. Thousands of mountains overseas are united, and thousands of valleys are singing along the riverside. The mirage suddenly changed, and the shark room suddenly became crystal clear. The fish foam is turned into beads, and the fishy saliva is sprayed with water essence. Jade Mountain is high as a fortress, and the snow waves are like a city. It seems that there is Feng Yi drum, which drives away the tail whale. The front team is from Red Carp, and the back team is from Qingjing. Since you can swallow Mingbo, why bother to wash the armor soldiers? The Jiao Palace is so vast that the ant colony dares to compete. I have long wanted to find Tianhan, and I have often thought about visiting Yuqing. Riding on a chariot often fails to reach the destination, and floating on the sea leads to no success. Only when you see the danger of three rivers at close range can you know that the six heavens are flat. The book of wonders has a short rhyme, and the scale is full of waves.