The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Looking forward to the past full moon-Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
I feel that the autumn night will dawn and the hedge door will meet the cold-Lu You.
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain-Wang Wan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Long Song Line-Han Yuefu
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Ye Duxiang dreams of greatness.
The passenger ship was greedy and sneaked across the Xiangjiang River.
Smell Du Fang with dewdrops, and pick lotus with songs.
The people on the list jumped into the fire, and the fish stayed in the pool and smoked.
Ask each other when traveling, where is Xunyang?
Wen Huai friedensreich hundertwasser Juyi
Seek fame and fortune, disturb the world.
What's wrong with the Huaihe River? It's not idle to flow eastward.
Li Bai in Lishui District
Lushui will be in autumn tomorrow.
South Lake picks white apples.
Lotus is charming and wants to say goodbye.
Worried about killing the boatman.
Du Fu in Spring
Peach blossom waves in March, the river flows back to the old marks. There is no sand tail in the morning, and the blue color moves Chai Men.
Pick up the delicious bait and pour it into the small garden with a pipe. With countless birds, it's noisy to take a shower.
Water in poetry
1. White hair floating green water, Anthurium stirring clear waves. (Luo "Singing Goose")
2. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)
4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)
At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
6. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness, (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
7. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
8. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs)
9. Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea")
10. Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci")