What are the poems about "Xia Hong"?

1, the morning glow is all over the sky, and no birds fly into Wu. Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever. -From Li Bai's "A Song of Lushan Mountain" to "The Imperial History of Lu Xuzhou" in the Tang Dynasty.

Vernacular interpretation: Cui Yun and Xia Hong are in the morning sun, birds can't fly, but Wu Tianguang is long. Climbing high and looking far, the world is spectacular, and the river flows east, which is gone forever.

2, the stars rotten Oriental patent, Xia Hong slightly out of the southeast, and Lv Lang hitchhiking on the spot. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li He's Sitting at Night

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In a trance, the morning star rises from the east, and after the splendor, the sky reveals a touch of red sunrise. I can't forget this scene. It was the time when you got on the horse and said goodbye to me.

3. The blue curtain is a wisp of red. At night, the branches crow and the cold smoke is thick. Xiaolou is worried about painting East. At dusk, there was a flute and a Yun Lan wind. -From the Song Dynasty: Chen Liang's Xiao Zhongshan's pen, Xia Mu Hong Yi.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the silky rosy clouds in the blue sky are stained with a touch of brilliant red. On the branches of Sophora japonica, birds call friends, and the cold smoke is getting thicker and thicker. I leaned against the painting column, worried about the east of Xiao Lou. The moonlight is sad and hazy, and through the blue clouds, waves of sad flutes float in the evening breeze.

Hai Xia is red and green, with mountains and smoke. The scenery of the old capital is prosperous. Draw a halberd at the gate of the bridge, facing the panoramic view and leaning against the golden pagoda. Lotus pond, willow pavilion, Hongqiao reflection, blue boat flying, tourists gathering and dispersing, in a lake. -From the Song Dynasty: Liu Yong's Early Mei Fang Haixia Red.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the morning glow reflects the red West Lake, and the green hills are shrouded in clouds. Hangzhou is a beautiful and prosperous place. There are many halberds painted on the left and right sides of the gate of the bridge building, facing the neatly arranged vast and orderly market, and the gold color contrasts with the turret. Lotus leaves and water chestnuts beside the water, willow catkins floating in Tingzhou, arch bridges reflecting the water, boats moving fast, and tourists gathered in one lake and one mountain.

5, the sky is blue, dyed in autumn. The dragon in Aodai Snow Mountain began to sting, and the wind soon blew to the sea. Counting the little lights, the sky is red and wet. Bai Niao has a straight sail and listens to the night flute across the river. -From the Song Dynasty: Zhou Mi's "Wen Que West Five Mountains View Peach"

Interpretation of the vernacular: the sky is blue and the water is clear, dyed into a clear autumn scenery. The tide of the river is like a snowy mountain carried by a turtle, and it is like a sleeping dragon waking up from a dream. The strong wind lifted the sea as if a wall had been erected.

Some green hills in the distance are like a bun on a beauty's head, filled with fog and green. The faint Xia Hong is like a newly woven tulle, with a surging tide splashing wet. On the horizon, Bai Niao sails and sails, and at night, melodious flute sounds come from the other side of the river.