Climbing high
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhu.
The endless falling trees rustle down, and the Yangtze River never ends.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my new wine glass becomes muddy.
Meiyu
Tang Dufu
On Xipu Road in Nanjing, yellow plums ripen in April. Zhan Zhan goes to the Yangtze River, and the drizzle comes.
The Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. On the unexpected day, the dragon was happy, coiling in the vortex and returning to the shore.
Crossing the Yangtze River
Tang Huangtao
Zeng searched for a scene that might lead to the gods, and there should be an owner underground.
If the Yangtze River is compared with Xiangpu, Li Sao is not in harmony with Ling Jun.
Send Liu Ba Yuan to Jiangxi
Tang Huangfuran
The Qi road is endless, and the Yangtze River is divided into nine factions. Pedestrians follow traveling geese, and Chu trees enter Xiangyun.
Having been fighting in the south for a long time, Ji Beixun is so special. You can't ask for separation, and there will be snow at the end of the year.