The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written into his heart.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
Wan Li sand in the Yellow River, waves scouring the wind from the end of the world.
Poems about the Yangtze River
The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
Endless forests shed leaves one after another; The endless river rolls its waves all the time.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, the Yangtze River is flowing in the sky.
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu came back here.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day. I drank a river.
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven to the ocean and never returns? Have you ever noticed that in the bright mirror of the high room, the lovely lock, though silky black in the morning, turns into snow at night?