Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain
[Author] Li Bai
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
Poetry of Visiting Jingting Mountain by Xie Tiao of the Southern Qi Dynasty
This mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, and the mountains are as tall as the clouds. Since the seclusion has been entrusted, the supernatural actually lives in it.
The sun is blocked by the upper stem, and the subordinates bring it back to the stream. The cross vines are wild and creeping, and the locust branches are towering and low.
The lone crane is chirping, and the hungry glider is chirping this night. The clouds are long and the evening rain is miserable.
Although I am traveling in an unorganized way, I can still find some secluded paths. The source of fate is not at all extreme, and the path of return is as confusing as a mystery.
If you want to pursue something unique, this is the Lingdan Staircase. The emperor's kindness is over, and I am here to care about you.
"From Xuancheng to the East across the Lake" Chen Yi
The sound of oars at the foot of Jingting Mountain is soft, and the rain falls on the river and sky, like sleepwalking.
Is the soul of Li Xie’s poetry still alive today? The light of the lake breaks through the sorrow of thousands of years.
A Journey to Jingting Mountain. (Ming Dynasty) Wang Siren
“I know the boat is returning to the sky, and I can see the trees on the river in the clouds.” If you don’t know Xuancheng, you don’t know what to say to appreciate it. Gushu is based on the upper reaches of the river, where the mountains are powerful and the water is angry. From the green mountains to the Wan, the curved mirror bay is filled with steaming clouds, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and clear. I once passed by Xiangtan, and the birdsong flowed into the stream, and the two walls answered each other. Looking at the Jingting Pavilion, the crimson atmosphere floating on the mountain is so anxious that I suddenly have wings, but the officials guard it and cannot move.
Having tied up and finished the visit, he walked around with a frog to look at it. There are thousands of winding paths, covered with green clouds, and millions of bamboo trees. They are covered with cold clouds, making the blood on people's bones and faces turn green. The so-called birds are chirping in front of them, but they are confused and do not know the sound. Where? The cook followed me and left a cup of his work in the cloud pavilion. At this point, we also know the essence of the sentence "all the birds are flying high, and the lonely clouds are flying back and forth". Tiaohubaihu! Return! I and you have built a ladder to catch heaven's words.
At dusk, the scenery is closing, the peaks and waves are in chaos, the drinking ape is crying, and I can't stop it. I lie down in the boat. I dream of climbing into a large pavilion with an ancient cypress book, which can be surrounded by five or six people. It is more than a hundred feet long and has not been seen by the world's eyes. It is not as good as the world's. It is steep and steep, and it is forced to be embedded in it. It is called "Jing Pavilion" on the list, and it is different from the other one. Alas! Day and night are half-way apart, the cow mountain is short and the banana deer is long, looking back at the misty space, what do you care about dreams? Why do you care? Also, how do you know that the dream you are traveling to is not a dream, and the dream is not a travel, it can only be recorded in the fourth month of Renyin.