1. Famous poems about Tengwang Pavilion
Famous poems about Tengwang Pavilion 1. Poems about Tengwang Pavilion
Poems about Tengwang Pavilion
Dynasties ：Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Bo
King Teng's high pavilion is near Jiangzhu, wearing jade and singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long and the sun is shining, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
Tengwang Pavilion
Author: Zhang Qiao
The place where ancient people visited is the abandoned pavilion at the corner of the river.
Sometimes there are overlapping waves, but there are no idle clouds every day.
In the early coolness, the swallows go away first, and then the sails are alone after returning to the sun.
Before returning to camp, Lingge filled the old lake.
Return to Tengwang Pavilion
Author: Li She
Singing about Yizhou in Tengwang Pavilion, I traveled here twenty years ago.
Don’t ask whether it’s right or wrong. Good mountains always come from water.
2. Poems describing the Pavilion of Prince Teng
Poem of Prince Teng's Pavilion Wang Bo
The high pavilion of Prince Teng is near the river Nagisa, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long and the sun is shining, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"
The old county of Nanchang and the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. It embraces the three rivers and leads to the five lakes, controls the wild thorns and leads Ouyue. The treasures are abundant, the dragon's light shines on the ruins of the Niu Dou; the outstanding people and places, Xu Ru sits on Chen Fan's bed. Xiongzhou is surrounded by mist, and the stars are galloping. The Taihuang rests at the intersection of Yi and Xia, and the guest and host enjoy the beauty of the southeast. The commander-in-chief Yan Gong is looking forward to his elegant appearance, and his halberd is coming from afar; Yuwen Xinzhou's Yi Fan is temporarily stationed with a curtain. During the ten-day vacation, there are many successful friends; I am welcomed from thousands of miles away, and the house is full of distinguished friends. Soaring dragons and rising phoenixes are the Ci sect of Scholar Meng; Zidian and Qingshuang are the arsenal of General Wang. The master of the family is the butler, and the road is well-known; how can a boy know that he will be rewarded with victory?
It is September, and the sequence belongs to the third autumn; the water is gone and the cold pond is clear, the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, visiting the scenery in Chong'a; I'm near the emperor's son's Changzhou, and I've found the immortal's old pavilion. The terraces are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains. Wearing an embroidered gate and looking down at the carved beast, the mountains are wide and the mountains are open, and the river is full of surprises. Luyan rushes to the ground, the home of bells and cauldrons; the ships and boats are in the maze, the axis of green birds and yellow dragons. The rainbow sells in the rain, and the color shines brightly in the area. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the poor Pengli shore; the wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu.
The distance is smooth, and the joy is flying. The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop. The green bamboos in Suiyuan are like the bottles of Pengze; the vermilion flowers in Yeshui are like the brushes of Linchuan. Four beauties, two are difficult to combine. I can only watch the sky in the middle of the sky, and I can enjoy traveling in my spare time. The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel the infiniteness of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs. I hope that Chang'an will be safe under the sun, and that Wu will be in the clouds. The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high but the northern star is far away. The mountains are difficult to overcome, who feels sad for those who have lost their way? When we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land. When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty?
Sigh! Bad luck and bad luck. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong travels to Haiqu, there is no lack of bright time. It depends on the gentleman to be in poverty and the wise man to know his fate. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart? Be poor and strong, and never fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you still feel happy when you are in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it is soaring; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees. Meng Chang is noble and has a heart to serve the country; Ruan Jiu is arrogant, how can he cry at the end of the road!
Bo, three feet of micro life, a scholar. There is no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; if you have a heart, you throw a pen, and you admire the emperor's long wind. He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles. It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but it is the neighbor of the Meng family. He is approaching the court day by day, wishing to accompany the carp; this morning, holding his armband, he is happy to support the dragon gate. When Yang Yi doesn't meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play the flowing water?
Woohoo! The resort is rare and the feast is rare. Orchid Pavilion is gone, Zize Qiu Ruins. The parting words are due to the kindness of Wei Xie; the climb to a high place to compose a poem is the wish of the public. Dare to be sincere and sincere, respectful and sparse with short quotations, every word is composed, and all four rhymes are completed. Please sprinkle the Pan River, and let the clouds pour over the land and the sea: King Teng's high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk. The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
Titled Tengwang Pavilion
- Wen Tianxiang
The window with five clouds overlooking the Canglang still carries the fragrance of Tang Dynasty calligraphy.
The sun and moon are at four o’clock, the ecliptic is broad, and the mountains and rivers are long.
Where does the returning wind catch the geese? Who can sail alone in the freezing rain?
Looking back on ten years of wandering, new willows have grown in front of the pavilion.
Title of Tengwang Pavilion
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bi
The towering pavilion is connected to the waterfront, and it is nerve-wracking to ask about its rise and fall.
I know where Mingluan is in the east pavilion, but there is no one across the crane in the west mountain.
The willows are reflected in the sunset on the river in Nagisa, and the grass is slanting in the fields in spring.
A flock of gulls is also tired of feeling too much sadness, and prefers to be closest to Wangjike.