When writing poems about Wuyi Mountain, the title of the poem must be

Jiang Yan

Jiang Yan (444-505) was a famous writer in the Southern Dynasties. Zi Wenneng was born in Kaocheng, Jiyang (now east of Lankao, Henan). He served as an official in the Song, Qi and Liang dynasties. In Liang Dynasty, he became the official of Jin Ziguanglu and was granted the title of Marquis of Liling. He came from a lonely and humble background, was quiet and studious, and was famous for his articles in his early years. His poems are deep, strange and beautiful, as famous as Bao Zhao, and his parallel prose and clear sentences are beautiful. When he was the magistrate of Wuxing (now Pucheng County, Fujian), he traveled to Wuyi and was the first person to praise Wuyi's mountains and rivers. He said that Wuyi Mountain is a mountain with clear water and red mountains.

Bishui Danshan

It is located outside Qiao in the southeast, in the old border of Fujian and Yue. There are clear water, red mountains, precious trees and spiritual grass, all of which are flooded with the love of my life.

Li Shangyin

Li Shangyin (813-858), a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The courtesy name is Yishan and the name is Yuxishan. A native of Hanoi, Huaizhou (now Qinyang, Henan). He became a Jinshi in the second year of Kaicheng (836). He once served as a member of the Ministry of Industry and other positions, but his official career was bumpy due to the influence of the Niu and Li party disputes. His poems are unique in the poetry world of the Tang Dynasty and have a strong romanticism color. Author of "Collection of Poems by Li Yishan".

Inscribed on Wu Yi

Wu Yi could only have a glass of Liuxia wine, and the flutes and drums in the air were returned at that time.

Moso bamboo grows in the cave of Yi Wuyi, and even the great-grandchildren will not come.

Xu Ning

Xu Ning, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. A native of Muzhou (now Jiande, Zhejiang). In Yuanhe (806-807), he rose to the rank of minister. There is a famous saying: "One part of the world is a bright moonlit night, and two parts are Yangzhou's scoundrels."

Wu Yi

Wu Yi has no road, and the paths are not ventilated.

If you want to live in Magu, the fairy city is half empty.

Fan Zhongyan

Fan Zhongyan (989-1052) was a politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty. The word is Xiwen. A native of Wuxian County (now Suzhou, Jiangsu Province), he was a Jinshi in the eighth year of Dazhong Xiangfu (1015). As an official, he participated in political affairs (deputy prime minister). He attempted political innovation and was the main organizer of the "Qingli New Deal". When guarding the northwest frontier, he blocked Xixia's invasion many times. His poems, words and writings are all bold and bold.

Engaging in tea-fighting songs with Zhang Min

The strange tea by the stream is the most popular in the world, and the Wuyi immortals planted it from ancient times.

It is not as good as a sip from the fairy mountain, Leng Ran wants to fly on the wind.

Su Shi

Su Shi (1037-1101), a writer of the Northern Song Dynasty. His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi. A native of Meishan (now Meishan County, Sichuan). At the age of 22, he became a Jinshi and was promoted to Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites (the highest official in charge of the national etiquette examination). His political thoughts were complex and changeable, wandering between the old and new parties. During the ups and downs of party strife, he was often demoted. Su Shi was talented and unrestrained. He has made outstanding achievements in poetry, lyrics, writing, calligraphy and painting.

Ode to Tea

Don’t see me,

The millet sprouts are growing by the Wuyi River,

The front is Ding and the back is Cai Xianglong.

Everyone has their own ideas for buying new favorites.

This year’s competition will be official tea.

Li Gang

Li Gang (1085-1140), a famous prime minister in the Song Dynasty. His courtesy name was Boji, a native of Shaowu (now Shaowu, Fujian Province). Jinshi in the first year of Zhenghe (111). In the first year of Jingkang (1126), he once defended Tokyo and repelled the invasion of the Jin people. In the early Southern Song Dynasty, he once served as the prime minister of Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty. He planned and reformed internal affairs and greatly enhanced the strength to resist the Jin Dynasty. He was known in history as "the first general to become the prime minister and the first famous official to cross the south". Later, he was persecuted by the capitulation faction and died of failure.

Jiuqu River

A stream runs through the mountains, clear and shallow, with nine bends.

The rocks beside the stream are reflected in cold green.

Title Painting

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The clear air returns to Wuyi, and white clouds fly over the peaks and mountains.

My lifelong wish was fulfilled when I came back, and a light silk painting was returned.

Lu You

Lu You (1125-1210) was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. The word Wu Guan, the name Fang Weng. A native of Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). He served as the general magistrate of Jianning Prefecture (deputy governor of the prefecture) for half a year. When he left office and went north, he traveled to Wuyi Mountain. In the first year of Shaoxi (1190), Lu You, who retired to his hometown, was promoted to Chongyou Temple in Wuyishan as a senior official (from the fifth rank) and became a "new official in Jiuqu Yanyun" for eight years.

Changting Road

After passing Changting Station in the evening, Xishan is a wonderful place.

I just sit and whistle, creating things like Chen Shi.

The birds send their messages through the forest, and the loose branches point to the stream branches.

If you lean on the saddle for a long time and forget to send your hair, it is not that the horse is running late.

There are rocks and cliffs beside the stream, and their reflections are soaked in cold green.

Traveling to Wuyi

I didn’t know the Lord Wuyi until I read the Fengchan Book.

I visited Mount Si in the evening, and the outstanding figures were not what I heard in the past.

Thirty-six peaks, clear autumn without clouds.

The sky is full of chickens in the morning, and the cliffs are buzzing at night.

The nest is sent to a thousand people, and the wilderness misses Xixuan.

The wind and rain shed the jade bones, which is difficult to say in ordinary terms.

It is impossible to creep on the elixir ladder, and it is also difficult to climb the vines.

I entered the boat upstream and was startled by the flock of white gulls.

Although it is too late to learn the Tao, I dare not be diligent in cultivating my Qi.

It is not my intention to travel as an official, so I send thanks to the crane and the ape.

Zhu Xi (1130~1200)

A thinker in the Southern Song Dynasty of China. The character name is Hui, and the name is Hui'an. A native of Wuyuan, Huizhou (now part of Jiangxi). He became a Jinshi in the 18th year of Shaoxing (1148) and served in the four dynasties of Gaozong, Xiaozong, Guangzong and Ningzong. He died in the sixth year of Qingyuan. In the second year of Jiading (1209), he was given a posthumous title of Wen by imperial edict, and was given as a gift to a senior official, especially to the bachelor of Baomo Pavilion. In the third year of Emperor Lizong's Baoqing reign (1227), he presented it to the Grand Master, followed a letter to the Duke of Hui, and changed it to the Duke of Hui.

"Nine Songs of Songs" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty

There are fairies on Wuyi Mountain, and the cold current below the mountain is clear.

If you want to know the strange and unique places, just listen to two or three songs.

There is a fishing boat on the edge of a stream, and the shadow of the pavilion peak dips into the Qingchuan River.

There is no news from Hongqiao, and thousands of valleys and rocks are covered with green smoke.

The graceful female peaks of Erqu, arranging flowers and facing the water, are for whom.

Taoists don’t dream of balconies, but how many green mountains there are in front of them.

Mr. Sanqu saw that he was riding a harried boat. He didn’t know how many years it had been at rest.

The mulberry field and the sea water are so wet, and the bubble lamp dares to feel sorry for itself.

There are four curved rocks on the east and west sides, and the rock flowers are hanging down in the blue sky.

When the golden rooster crows, no one can see it. The moon is full, the mountains and rivers are full of lakes.

Wuqu Mountain is high, the clouds are deep, and the forest is dark with mist and rain for a long time.

There are guests in the forest but no one recognizes them, this is the sound that resonates in the heart forever.

Six curved green screens surround Biwan, and Mao Ci covers Chaiguan all day long.

When guests come and lean against the rocks, the flowers are falling, and the apes and birds are not surprised by the leisurely spring atmosphere.

The seven-song boat moved onto the blue beach, and the hidden screen of the fairy palms looked back.

But it was pity that the rain on the peak last night made the spring a little cold.

The wind and smoke in the Eight Curves are about to spread, and the water under the Drum Tower Rock lingers.

Don’t say that there is no beautiful scenery here, so tourists don’t come here.

Jiuqu will be poor and the eyes will suddenly be opened, and the mulberry rain and dew will see the plains.

The fisherman is looking for the Taoyuan Road, and there is no other world except this world.

Ode to Wuyi Tea

Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty

The height of Wuyi is Penglai, where the remaining spiritual buds are harvested and planted.

Mayor Fangfei is here in a remote place, but not all the colorful butterflies have arrived in the cold valley.

The red clothes seem to want to keep people drunk, why not open the brocade curtains for the guests.

When you wake up and wake up, there are piles of green mountains nearby.

Thank you for sending Wuyi tea

Peng Dingqiu of the Qing Dynasty

Why did Mang Lu come to Wuyi to pick buds and wait for the beautiful branches?

On the day when Hongjian was cooking in the spring, Juesheng Long Tuan was making cakes.

Get the fragrant floating liquid of the tripod, and the curling snow reflects the clear scorching sun.

If your taste is so good, I will continue to sing harmonious poems from Oumei.