Visiting the Great Yu Mountains, Song Zhiwen
After crossing the mountains, I resigned from the country and stopped to look at home. The soul follows the bird in the south, and the flowers in the north branch shed tears.
The mountain rain is beginning to contain Ji, and the river clouds are about to change into clouds. But one day I will return home, and I dare not hate Changsha.
Shangchun Chen Yuyi
The temple has nothing to do to quell the army, so sit down and let the sweet spring illuminate the evening beacon. At first, all the monsters heard about war horses, but they didn't know that they could see flying dragons in Qinghai.
The frost hair of Gu Chen is three thousand feet long, and the fireworks weigh ten thousand every year. I'm a little happy about Changsha and Xiangyan Pavilion. The tired soldiers dare to attack the dog and sheep front.
Listening to the flute playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Zhonglang Qin Li Bai
I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home.
The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.
Winning the laurels makes Changsha nostalgic for the ancients and Lu Zhi
Go to Yingzhou at dusk and go to the lakeside, look for poems at Henglu, look for spring on the Xiang River, orchids in the country, and Piaruo in Tingzhou, who is it? Calling for the soul, empty eyes cut off the blue sky and dusk clouds, the dim yellow mausoleum treasures condense in the dust, the world is in chaos, Changsha has been a poet for several times through the ages.
New Year's Works by Liu Changqing
The New Year is in the heart of my hometown, and the sky is alone with tears. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first.
The mountains and apes are in the same day and evening, and the rivers and willows are surrounded by wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now.
Relegation to Immortal Resentment by Liu Changqing
The sun sets over the Qingchuan River, and the melancholy boat is released. Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west.
The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it. I only hate being banished to Changsha, where the spring grass in the rivers and lakes is luxuriant.
From Xiakou to Yingying Island, looking at Yueyang and sending a message to Yuan Zhongcheng Liu Changqing
Tingzhou has no waves and no smoke, and Chu Ke's lovesickness is getting fainter.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky.
The solitary city is backed by the cold mountains and the horns are blowing, and the boats are moored alone by the river at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to worry about the Han Dynasty, and Changsha was banished to ancient and modern times.
Seventeen Songs of Qiupu by Li Bai
Sixth of them
I am worried about being a guest in Qiupu, but I force myself to see the flowers in Qiupu.
The mountains and rivers are like Shan County, and the wind and sun are like Changsha.