What are the poems about Xilou?

1. "West Tower"

Zeng Gong in the Song Dynasty?

The waves went away like clouds but came back, and the north wind blew several thunders.

The Zhu Tower is surrounded by sparse hooks and foils. I lie down and watch the raging rain coming from thousands of mountains.

2. "Singing under the Moon on the West Tower of Jinling City"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty?

The night in Jinling is quiet and the cool breeze blows. He goes up to the tall building alone to look at Wu and Yue.

The white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops drop the autumn moon.

Under the moon, I have been brooding for a long time and have not returned, and my eyes have become blurry since ancient times.

Jie Dao Chengjiang is as pure as practice, making people remember Xie Xuanhui for a long time.

3. "He Shijun Wulang looks far away from the west tower and longs for his return"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty?

Looking at the tall building, my eyes are full of emotions. .

Thousands of miles can be seen from the pillow, and thousands of rooms can be seen from the window.

It’s a long, warm day in the suburbs.

The melancholy is extremely melancholy outside the Pupu, and the solitary smoke is passing out.

Able to be gifted with superior talents, and think of the same as those with lower rank.

My hometown is invisible, the clouds and water are empty.

4. "Reminiscences of Travel Slips on the West Tower"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty?

Every time I look southwest from the upstairs, I feel that the road in the world is long.

The mountains are covered with green bushes at sunset, and the autumn water is white all over the sky.

We haven’t seen each other for three years, and it is difficult for letters to travel thousands of miles.

Return eastward and go down the gorge in the morning and evening, and take a boat safely across Qutang.

5. "Enter the West Tower of An'an"

Zhao Gu in the Tang Dynasty?

Upstairs, there are banquets every day, and the people in front of me can only be sad.

Zheng Chao has entered the world of mortals, and has come from far away through the green trees.

The clouds and rain are accompanied by singing and dancing, and the mountains and rivers are endless.

There is no reason to write about the spring breeze, and I want to go down to Yun City and come back.