1. The sentences that can best express the author's character (or theme) in tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream are oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office and who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
2. Ancient poems often set off the artistic conception with "moon", such as and the moon lights my shadow and and me to Yan River in tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai.
3. In tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai, the sentences that show the poet's contempt for powerful people are oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office and who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
4. Li Bai, a romantic poet, is good at describing the imaginary world. In tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream, his poems "and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind" and "with tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers" describing the clothes and travel tools of the immortals in the clouds are amazing.
5. Li Bai's tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream describes the towering and tall poems of Tianmu Mountain as in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven and tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China. With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
6. In tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai, the sentences describing the colorful scenes of the immortal pageant are and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind and come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one. With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
7. In tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai, the sentences that reveal the reasons for dreaming are a seafaring visitor will talk about Japan and which waters and mists conceal beyond approach. But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, the clouds are fading or visible. In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China. With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
8. The transition sentence from reality to dream in tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai is my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight.
9. In tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream by Li Bai, the transitional sentence from dream to reality is I move, my soul goes flying, who starts suddenly and grows long. My pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.
1. The sentence describing the majestic momentum of the opening of Tianmen Mountain is a crack and a thunderbolt, and the hills and mountains collapse and destroy. Cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven.
tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream
a seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach;
but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, the clouds are fading or visible.
in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China.
with the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the mirror lake and the moon overnight.
and the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River.
with the hermitage of Xie still there, and the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud.
sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.
a thousand rocks turn a road, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist.
in the Gods of Thunder and Lightning, hills and mountains are crumbling.
cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven.
an impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace.
and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one.
with tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly startled and long.
my pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.
and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
and so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long? But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer.