1. A classical Chinese article describing a person alone by the lake
Hello, I don’t know if what you are looking for is "Ode to Plucking Lotus", written by Xiao Yi of the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
Poem of Picking Lotuses, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Xiao Yi
Purple stems and red lotuses. The green house has a green roof and a plain yellow snail. At that time, the demon girl and her daughter made a promise to go boating, and the owl's head slowly returned, and the feather cup was passed on. When the boat is about to move, the algae hangs, and when the boat is about to move, it floats away. Your waist is slender, and your steps are delayed. The beginning of summer and the end of spring, the leaves are tender and the flowers are beginning to bloom. Afraid of staining the clothes and smiling slightly, afraid of capsizing the boat and gathering the train, so water splashed the orchids and reeds invaded the grass. The chrysanthemums have not turned back, the Wutai is very visible, the water plants are wet and wet on the shirt, and the water chestnuts are long and winding around the hairpins. Floating cypress boats and carrying them, singing and picking lotus flowers in Jiangzhu. The song goes: "The little Jasper girl has come to marry the King of Runan. Her complexion is messed up by lotus flowers, and her clothes are fragrant with lotus leaves. Because she recommends a gentleman, she is willing to wear lotus clothes." 2. Ancient Chinese essays describing landscapes
Xiaoshicheng Mountain Notes
From the north of Xishan Road, crossing Huangmaoling and going down, there are two roads. One of them goes out to the west, but nothing can be found; the other one is from the north to the east, no more than 40 feet long. Above it is the shape of a beam and a pry; next to it, out of the castle dock, there is a door. When you look into the darkness, you throw a small stone, and there is a sound of water in the hole. , far away. Without soil, there are beautiful trees and beautiful arrows, which are strange and strong. The few of them are leaning forward, and they are similar to those set up by wise men.
Oops! I have doubted whether the Creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more I believe it exists. And why is it that he is not a Zhongzhou, but a barbarian, and that he has not been able to sell his skills for thousands of years. It is hard work but useless. If the gods are not suitable for this, then the results will be useless? Or it can be said: Those who comfort their husbands and virtuous people but humiliate them. Or it may be said: The spirit of his Qi is not a great person, but only a thing. Therefore, there are few people and many rocks in the south of Chu. It's both, I don't believe it.
Translation: Go straight north from the Xishan intersection, cross Huangmaoling and go down. There are two roads: one goes west, looking for scenery but nothing; the other is slightly north and Turning eastward, after walking less than forty feet, the road was cut off by a river, and a rocky mountain blocked the end of the road. The rocks above formed the shape of a parapet and pillars, and a piece protruded from the side like a fortress, with a hole like a door. When I looked inside the hole, it was completely dark. If I threw a small stone in, I heard a thumping sound from a very far away place. The exciting sound took a long time to disappear. Surrounded by stone mountains, you can climb to the top of the mountain and see far away. There is no soil on the mountain, but there are good trees and arrow bamboo growing there, and the shape is peculiar and the texture is hard. The rocks are distributed in a dense and dense manner, with some pitches and slants, as if they were deliberately arranged by wise men.
Alas! I have doubted the existence of the Creator for a long time, and now I believe that the Creator does exist. But it is strange that he did not create such beautiful scenery in the Central Plains, but placed it in remote Yongzhou. Even after thousands of years, there is no chance to show his strange scenery. This is simply a waste of effort and useless. If the creator does not This should be done, then is there really no Creator? Some people say: "Little Rock City is used to comfort those who have both political integrity and talent but are humiliated here." Others say: "The spirit of the mountains and rivers in this place does not breed great men, but only creates this wonderful mountain scenery, so Chu Di The southern part of the country has few talents but is rich in strange peaks and rocks.” I don’t believe either of these statements. 3. Ancient texts describing beautiful scenery
The best ancient text describing scenery is "Shui Jing Zhu"!
For example, it describes the scenery of the Three Gorges:
In the seven hundred miles from the Three Gorges, there are mountains on both sides, and there is no gap (meaning empty). The heavy rocks are stacked on top of each other, hiding the sky and blocking out the sun. Since midnight (noon, midnight), there is no twilight (sunlight) or moon. As for Xiashui Xiangling (the water rises up the hillside). Although riding on a galloping horse, riding on the wind. Not because of illness. Spring and winter. It's a quiet green pool with clear reflections. There's a lot of grotesque cypresses growing on the top of the mountain, hanging with springs and waterfalls, in the midst of them. Clear and majestic trees, full of fun. Every sunny day and the first frost, the woods are cold and the streams are austere. There are often high apes singing loudly. Attribution (continuous) is sad and strange, the sound is heard in the empty valley, and the sadness lasts for a long time. Therefore, a fisherman's song goes: "The Badong Three Gorges and the Wu Gorge are long, and the ape calls three times to wet your clothes."
There is also "Shui Jing Zhu·River·Mengmen Mountain":
The river is wide, the banks are deep, the cliffs are tilted back to defend, and the huge rocks are in danger, and they lean back if they fall.
Yang Zhi's "Luoyang Jialan Ji·Yongning Temple":
The golden plate dazzles the sun, illuminating the cloud surface, the treasure duo contains the wind, and the sound reaches the sky; singing and praising it is really a magical work.
Bai Juyi's "Lushan Thatched Cottage":
One night the body is peaceful, two nights the heart is happy, and after three nights it feels slumped, and I don't know why.
/There is a waterfall in the east of the hall. The water hangs three feet, flowing down the steps and corners, and falling into the stone channel.
Liu Zongyuan's Eight Records of Yongzhou, "The Journey to Xishan Banquet", "The Story of Cobalt Lake", "The Story of West Hill of Cobalt Lake", "The Story of Xiaoshitan", "The Story of Shiqu", "The Story of Shijian", "The Story of Xiaoshicheng Mountain" "Records of the Yuan Family's Thirst"
Liu Zongyuan's "Records of a Banquet in Xishan Mountain" by Liu Zongyuan:
Its high and low situation is as complicated as a cave, and it is thousands of miles in size. The wrinkles accumulate, and there is no escape; the green and white are lingering, and the outside and the sky are one and the same. Then I realized that this is a unique mountain, not similar to Pei* (Tulu).
Liu Zongyuan's "Notes on the West Hill of Cobalt Lake":
There are almost countless people whose rocks suddenly snarled in anger and came out carrying the earth, creating strange shapes. The ones that rush down in a row are like cattle and horses drinking in the stream; the ones that rush up in rows are like bears climbing up the mountain. / Lying on the pillow, the cold and cold state is related to the eyes and the thoughts, the bright and clear sounds are related to the ears, the leisurely and empty ones are related to the divine plans, the deep and quiet ones are related to the heart plans.
Liu Zongyuan's "The Story of Little Rock Pond":
There are hundreds of fish in the pond, but they all seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on. The sun is clear, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, but they are motionless; they are far away, flitting back and forth, as if they are enjoying themselves with tourists.
Wang Anshi's "A Journey to Baochan Mountain":
If the barbarians are close, there will be many tourists; if the danger is far, the number of visitors will be few; and the majesty and strangeness will be extraordinary. It is often dangerous and far away and rarely visited by people, so it cannot be reached by those who are not determined.
Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring"
Wang Bo's "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion"
Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of the Yueyang Tower"
Ouyang Xiu's "The Drunkard's Pavilion"
Li Gefei's "Records of Famous Gardens in Luoyang"
Chao Buzhi's "Records of a New City Tour to Beishan":
It was September, the sky was high and the dew was high, and the mountains The moon is bright in the sky, and when you look up at the stars, they are all bright, as if you were in the human world.
Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff" and "Ode to the Later Red Cliff"
Li Xiaoguang's "Ten Notes on Yanshan·Guan Shiliang Note":
The moon has gone, White clouds come from the west like flowing water. The wind blows the oak chestnuts onto the tiles, shoots into the hut under the rock, comes out from the collar, and hits the accumulated leaves on the ground. The sound of the clanging and boring sounds is almost not the sound of gold and stone in the world.
Liu Ji's "Qingfeng Pavilion"
Tang Shunzhi's "Bamboo Creek"
Yuan Hongdao's "Manjing Travels"
Wang Zhi "Travel to Donglin Landscape"
Xu Xiake's "Diary of a Visit to Hengshan", "Diary of a Visit to Taihua Mountain", "Diary of a Visit to Yandang Mountain", "Travel to Lanxi"
Tan Yuanchun "Revisit to Wulongtan"
That's about it. Personally, I think "Shui Jing Zhu" is the most enjoyable to read in ancient prose for describing scenery. It has clear expression, capable language and beautiful artistic conception. Su Shi once said: "How deep my joy is now, and I have read the Water Classic many times." 4. Ancient essays describing landscapes
Notes on Landscapes
When I crossed the river to the mountains with Kong, I was tired. Underfoot, thousands of miles of road pass one by one. Go to the mountain to find a spring, drink it happily, and say with a smile that it contains minerals. I regret not bringing a bottle to take advantage of it. I often read it later, saying that I regretted not having climbed the remaining mountains. Then he went with Kong and Deng. All three of them were Scorpios! On the first day, I jumped up from the bed and hurried to the meeting place to buy some bread and water to drink. I also wanted to take advantage of the spring water. Crossing the river, the road is deserted with houses and weeds growing indiscriminately, which makes me sigh. Look at the mountains and walk. The mountains are close but the road is far away. Going around the fields, almost missing the rice fields. I saw a river winding around the mountain, and I was suffering from the obstruction of the river. I wanted to find a bridge to cross it. It was a long road, but I finally saw something that looked like a bridge. Kong went to explore it, and Deng and I followed. If you look closely, there is no bridge, there is a stone road paved with it, and it is slightly covered by water. Ask a peasant woman why she crosses the bridge? The answer is that this is the only way, and you have to go barefoot. I also watched the water pass over the stone calmly, and the stone quickly fell down. I don’t know the depth of obscenity. When I was feeling melancholy, I saw two children walking by with bare feet. I asked them if the rocks were slippery and the water was imminent. Answer no. So they took off their shoes and socks and helped each other pass. I didn't feel anxious, but it was fun and I didn't dare to stop. Looking across the river, I sigh that we are only great, but also like heroes. Crossing the river is a mountain, and there is no road above it, so there are many inconveniences. I searched many places but found no way. Fortunately, there is more than one mountain in Zhou, so I will look for another one. If you see a mountain with a path, climb it. You can see many bamboos standing on the mountain, and the mountain road is covered with earth leaves. I abandoned the bottle to reduce my burden because there was no spring. The upper half of the waist has no way up or down. When we came down the mountain, we saw a house in front of us and a well in the courtyard. We could bring water to it. If you feel refreshed and comfortable, wash your face and drink it. He wanted to take advantage of the bottle again, but the strange bottle was already there, so he had no choice but to leave. As I walked forward, I encountered a bamboo forest. When I entered it, I saw a mountain. I climbed to the top without first, but found nothing, so I descended again. Both Kong and Deng said they were hungry. When they saw a village with packaging bags on the ground, they asked a village woman where they could sell them. The village woman pointed ahead. When Miao Miao didn't see him, he went back and took water from the well to satisfy his hunger. Later, I met a spider, which was strange because of the letters at its feet and the red and yellow color on its body. I don’t know why. When we got to the river again, we saw that the water had covered the entire road and was coming down even more rapidly. However, we must go back, so we have to go forward. When he got to the river, he saw the water was in a hurry and was frightened, so he advised not to look down the river. Move an inch, the water has reached your knees. Cross the river and let go before you can rest assured. He also said that he wanted to go to the beach nearby to rest. When he reached the beach, he saw a pool next to it, which was also a living water. The water flowed into the river. The water in the pool is not deep, and it is not dangerous to reach your knees. Go into the water and sit back in the water. Hit the water for fun, hold your breath for fun. Lie back in the water. The water is powerful and I haven’t swam yet. The coolness makes the body forget the time. Confucius said that it was already noon, and the thought was so comfortable that he didn't want to leave. Then he stood up and threw himself on the water. He floated in a moment, feeling safe and refreshed. When the sun rises, I go to the beach and wash my feet. When I go to the water, I wash my feet and go on the road. I am happy with my wet clothes. However, when I came, my heart was full of hope, but when I returned, my heart was exhausted. Yan's legs and feet are already weak, and the long road is endless. Finally, when I got home, I was so tired that I walked on my knees or sat still without moving. Watching the news, I happened to see a spider similar to what I saw. The letters are said to be fixed networks. After resting for half a day, the fatigue of the legs and feet has not disappeared, but in exchange for the joy of life, it is worth it. We are by nature sad, and when we are happy, we become sad, and we miss the happy times even more. The Heartbroken Son of Man read in his diary on the 3rd day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the year 2000. 5. Looking for classical Chinese articles describing scenery (five articles)
Thanks to Zhongshu Tao Hongjing① The beauty of mountains and rivers has been talked about since ancient times.
The peak reaches the clouds, and the clear stream reaches the bottom. The stone walls on both sides of the bank are in five colors.
Green forests and green bamboos are available for all four seasons. The fog is about to break at dawn③, and the apes and birds are chirping wildly; the sunset is about to fade④, and the sunken scales are jumping about⑤.
It is truly the fairy capital of the world of desire⑥. Since the days of Kang Le, there has never been anyone who can match his miraculousness.
Notes: ① This article is selected from "Quan Liangwen, Three Dynasties of Ancient Times, Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms and Six Dynasties". Xie Zhongshu, also known as Xie Zheng, whose courtesy name was Yuandu, was born in Yangxia, Chen County (now Taikang, Henan Province). He once served as Zhongshu Honglu (in charge of confidential documents of the imperial court).
②Five colors: This describes the colorful stone walls. The five colors, green, yellow, black, white and red were the main colors in ancient times.
Complement each other. ③Four o'clock: four seasons.
④ Rest: dissipate. ⑤The sun is about to set: The sun is about to set.
Decline, fall. ⑥Sinking scales: Fish swimming in the water compete to jump out of the water.
Shen Lin, a fish swimming in the water. ⑦The fairyland of desire world: paradise on earth.
Desire Realm, Buddhism divides the world into the Desire Realm, *** and non-***. The realm of desire is the realm of beings who have not escaped from the seven emotions and six desires of the world, that is, the human world.
Xiandu, a beautiful world where gods live. ⑧Kangle: Guide to the famous landscape poet Xie Lingyun. He inherited the title of his grandfather and was named Kangle Gong.
He was a writer during the Qi and Liang Dynasties in the Southern Dynasties. ⑨和(yù): participation, here refers to appreciation.
Notes on Climbing Mount Tai ---- Yao Nai The yang of Mount Tai is that the Wen River flows to the west; the yin is that the Jishui River flows to the east. The Yang Valley all enters Wen, and the Yin Valley all enters Ji.
When it is divided into north and south, it is the ancient Great Wall. The highest Sun View Peak is fifteen miles south of the Great Wall.
In December of the 39th year of Qianlong's reign, I rode the wind and snow from the capital, traveled through Qihe and Changqing, passed through the northwest valley of Tai'an, and crossed the limit of the Great Wall to Tai'an. At the end of the month, I went up from the southern foot with the prefect Zhu Xiaochun and Ziying.
Forty-five miles, the roads are all built with stone slabs, with more than seven thousand levels. There are three valleys directly south of Mount Tai. The middle valley goes around the foot of Tai'an City, and the Li Dao is surrounded by water.
I started to follow it in, and the road was less than half way, crossed the middle ridge, followed the west valley again, and then reached its top. In ancient times, when climbing mountains, one would follow the east valley and there would be a Tianmen on the way.
The east valley is called the Tianmen Stream in ancient times, and cannot be reached by other places. Nowadays, the cliffs in the middle ridges and mountain tops that pass by are limited to those on the road, and the world calls them Tianmenyun.
The road is foggy and slippery, making it almost impossible to climb. As we go up, Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is bright with candles to the south. Looking at the city outline in the evening, Wenshui and Cuulai are picturesque, while half of the mountain is covered with mist.
Wushenhui, Wugu, and Ziying sat in the sun-viewing pavilion, waiting for the sunrise. The strong wind blew up the snow and hit the face. To the east of the pavilion, there were clouds all over the ground. In the clouds, dozens of white osmanthus trees could be seen, which looked like mountains.
The clouds in the sky are of different colors, and they become colorful in a moment. Above the sun, it is as red as a pill, and below there is a red light. It shakes and bears it, and it may be said that this is the East China Sea.
Looking back at the sun and looking at the west peak, whether the sun is shining or not, the colors are bright and crimson, and they are all hunchbacked. To the west of the pavilion there is Dai Temple and Bixia Yuanjun Temple.
The emperor's palace is located in the east of Bixia Yuanjun Temple. On this day, the stone carvings in Guandao were lost. Since the Xianqing period of the Tang Dynasty, all the ancient carvings have been lost.
If you are out of the way or not in the right way, you will not be able to go there. The mountains are more rocky and less soily.
The stone is pale black, mostly square and less round. There are few miscellaneous trees, many pine trees, and stone fences, all with flat tops.
Ice and snow, no waterfalls, no traces of birds and animals. On the solstice, there are no trees in the sky, and the snow is as deep as one’s knees.
Records of Yao Nai in Tongcheng. Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng - Wang Bo The old county of Yuzhang 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.
Xiongzhou is full of fog and bright stars.
The Taihuang is at the intersection of Yi and Xia, and the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast. When the governor Yan Gong looks forward to his elegant appearance, the halberd and halberd are approaching in the distance; when Yuwen Xinzhou's Yifan is out, the curtains of delirium are temporarily stationed.
Ten ten days of rest, I have many winning friends. Welcomed from thousands of miles away, full of distinguished friends.
The soaring dragon and the rising phoenix are the Ci sect of Scholar Meng; the purple lightning and blue frost are the arsenal of General Wang. The king of the family is the boss, and the road is famous.
How does the boy know? Bow to every victory. The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn.
When the water is exhausted, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, looking at the scenery in Chong'a.
Visiting the emperor's son's Changzhou, he found the immortal's old pavilion. The mountains 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. Covered in embroidery, he bowed down to the carved beast.
The vastness of the mountains makes one's eyes full, while the plains of Sichuan make one's eyes startle. Lu Yan rushes to the ground, the bells ring and the cauldrons are home; the boats and ships are in the middle of the water, and the boats are green birds and yellow dragons.
The rainbow sells in the rain, and the color shines brightly in the district. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color.
The fishing boats sing late, and the sound reaches the shore of Pengli. The formation of wild geese frightens the cold, and the sound breaks the shore of Hengyang. The distant chanting is smooth, and the joy is flying.
The cool breeze blows out, 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 so different, 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 cross, and those who have lost their way feel sad; meeting each other by chance is a guest from a foreign land.
Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty? Alas! The fortunes are bad and the fate is misfortune. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang difficult to seal.
When Qu Jiayi was in Changsha, it was not without a holy master; when Liang Hong traveled to Haiqu, was there no lack of enlightenment? 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 white-headed heart; when you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds.
I feel refreshed when I drink from the greedy spring, and I still feel happy when I am in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, I can take it if I shake it; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees.
Meng Chang is noble and noble, and he has no desire to serve his country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road? Bo is three feet short of life, and he is 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 pair; this morning, holding his sleeve in hand, 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? Whoop! The resort is rare and the feast is rare.
Orchid Pavilion is gone, Zize Qiu Ruins. As a farewell message, I am thankful to be grateful to you for your kindness; to climb high and compose a poem is to express my gratitude to the public! Dare to be sincere, respectful and short-tempered.
Every word is a poem, and all four rhymes are completed. Please sprinkle the Pan River, and let everyone pour the land, sea and clouds.
Teng Wang’s high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing. The painted building flies towards Nanpu clouds, and the rain rolls down the west mountain 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! A Trip to Baochan Mountain - Wang Anshi Baochan Mountain is also called Huashan. Hui Bao Shi, a Buddhist figure from the Tang Dynasty, left it at its site and was buried there; hence the name "Baochan".
The so-called Huikong Chanyuan today is also called Luzhong. Five miles east of the courtyard, the so-called Huashan Cave is named after it is the Yangtze River of Huashan Mountain.
More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there is a stele serving the road. The inscriptions on it are overwhelming and unique. 6. Classical Chinese essays describing landscapes
The flowers in the forest are falling, and the grass paths are still alive
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
February The water of the lake is clear, and the birds are singing in spring in every house
Tang Dynasty Yu Haoran's "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
I heard that Chun Daochun has not yet met, so I walked by the winter plum to visit the news
< p> Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "A Letter to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring"The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze returns on the willows
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Eight Poems for Music in the Palace"
The east wind returns with spring, sending flowers on my branches
"Recollections of the Sunset in the Mountains" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The east wind sprinkles rain and dew, bringing spring to the world
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Send Qi Ang to Drop in Bazhong"
In February and March of Xianyang, the golden branches of the palace willows
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Ancient Style"
Spring grass is like a sentimental one , there is still green in the mountains
"A Reply to Su Xiucai from Kinmen" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
From time to time, fallen flowers arrive, fragrant with the flowing water from afar
"A Reply to the Scholar Su from Kinmen" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Que Ti"
The flying snow accompanies the return of spring, and the good courtyard is leisurely at dawn
Tang Dynasty Liu Xuxu's "Snow Covered Hills"
The remaining summer heat in the small pond has retreated, The tall trees return early and cool
"Summer Evening in Zhi Province" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness
xuan: window .
"Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower represents the end of spring.
Solitary flower: a single flower. Spring remnants: The remaining scenes of spring, it is already early summer.
Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Visiting the Kaiyuan Jingshe"
The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist
Lan: mist.
Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty "Water Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to the Shaofu to Return to the County"
The cloudy atmosphere of Xia Ban begins, and the clouds and scenery are autumn.
Xia Ban: It’s halfway through summer, after half of May in the lunar calendar. Xi: The way the wind blows.
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Sending Liu Shifu"
The remaining summer cicadas are all gone, and the new autumn geese are coming
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "The Banquet" 7. Description There are also translations of classical Chinese articles on landscapes
and Zhu Yuansi's books
Original text
The wind and smoke are all pure, and the Tianshan Mountains are beautiful. Drifting in the current, anything. A hundred miles from Fuyang to Tonglu, there are strange mountains and rivers, unique in the world.
The original text of "Sishu with Zhu Yuan" is that the water is all piǎo (piǎo) blue, thousands of feet deep to the bottom. There are fish and rocks swimming around, which are unobstructed even if you look directly at them. The rapids (tuān) are like arrows, and the waves are as fierce as rushing.
There are cold trees growing on the high mountains along the bank. When they compete with each other, they compete with each other; when they compete for heights, they become peaks. The spring water stirs the rocks, making a líng sound; the good birds sing to each other, and their yīng sounds become a rhyme. The cicada (chán) has a thousand chirps (zhuàn) without end, and the ape has a hundred chirps without end. Those who fly to the sky with a kite (yuān) and violently (lì) look at the peaks to rest their minds; those who are economical (lún) with worldly affairs look at the valleys (kuī) and forget to rebel. The horizontal ke (kē) is covered, and it is still dim in the day (zhòu); the sparse strips overlap, and sometimes the sun can be seen (xiàn).
Translation
There was no wind, the smoke dissipated, and the sky and distant mountains took on the same color. (My boat) along with the river floating in the water, sometimes due to the east, sometimes due to the west. It's about a hundred miles from Fuyang County to Tonglu County. It's a unique sight in the world with its strange mountains and rivers (it doesn't need to be translated).
The water in the river is pure white, so clear that you can see the bottom even thousands of feet deep. Swimming fish and fine rocks can be seen clearly without any obstruction. The flying rapids are faster than arrows, and the turbulent waves are as fierce as galloping horses.
The mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are covered with lush trees, which give people a sense of coolness. With their steep appearance, the mountains strive to rise straight up, as if they are competing with each other to reach heights and distances. ; They are all competing for heights, pointing straight to the sky, forming thousands of peaks. The spring water rushes against the stones, making a cold and clear sound; the beautiful birds sing to each other, singing harmonious and beautiful sounds. The cicada has been continuously calling for a long time, and the ape in the mountain is also not stopped when they call. Those who are eager for fame and fortune will calm down their desire for fame and fortune when they see these majestic mountain peaks; Those who deal with government affairs will also be reluctant to leave when they see these beautiful valleys. The slanting branches cover it, and even during the day, it is as dark as dusk. The sparse branches cover each other, and sometimes the sun can be seen.
? 8. Classical Chinese essays describing the scenery of the prairie
"Poems about the prairie"
Poems about the prairie
About the prairie There are many poems about the prairie. This article collects some poems describing the prairie. The compiled list is as follows:
The author of "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland" is Bai Juyi, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poem is as follows:
The grass on Liliyuan grows wither and wither every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
Translation
The weeds on the grassland grow vigorously and experience the process of withering and flourishing every year. Even wildfires cannot burn it out. When the spring breeze blows, it grows again. The scent of wild grass spreads far away, and under the sun, the green wild grass leads to the desolate town. I have sent away my close friends again, and this lush grass is also full of parting feelings.
The author of "Chile Song" is the Tang Dynasty litterateur Shao Shuidun. The full text of the poem is as follows: Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is green, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
Translation
At the foot of Yinshan Mountain, there is the great plain where the Chile people live. The sky over the Chile River is connected to the earth on all sides, and it looks like a felt tent where herders live. The grasslands under the blue sky are rolling with green waves. When the wind blows to the lower parts of the grass, groups of cattle and sheep appear and disappear.
The author of "Spring Outing at Fengle Pavilion" is Ouyang Xiu, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The sun is setting on the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green.
Visitors, no matter whether they are young or old, come and go in front of the pavilion and step on fallen flowers.
Translation
The sun is about to set in the sky, reflecting the bright red flowers, green trees and towering mountain peaks. On the vast suburban grassland, the green grass stretches as far as the eye can see. The tourists didn't care that spring was coming to an end, and were still playing in front of the pavilion on the flowers falling on the ground. They didn't even have a trace of regret: the beautiful spring had passed just like that.
The author of "Battle in the South of the City" is Yang Jiong, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: The road to the north of the city is far away, and the battle to the south of the city is hard.
The flags are like bird wings, and the armor is like fish scales.
Frozen water and cold hurt horses, sadness and wind kill people.
The sun is bright within an inch of your heart, but the yellow dust is dark for thousands of miles.
Translation
Although the poem tells the military career of the expedition to the frontier fortress in the tone of a conqueror, it is different from the "Battle in the South" in the Han Dynasty Yuefu, which is written with rivers of blood and tragedy. Don't read it anymore. When the protagonist in the poem narrates the war, he is full of pride, confidence and hope of victory. The style of the poem is vigorous and passionate, and is filled with strong patriotism.
The author of "Farewell at Night and Moon in Jiangting" is Wang Bo, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The river carries water to Banan, and the mountains cross the river and block the clouds in the north.
On the autumn moonlit night in Jinting, who can see me crying and leaving the crowd?
Translation
The Yangtze River sends away the water from Banan in the distance, and the mountains lie across it, as if embedded in the clouds in the northern part of the country. On a bright moonlit night in autumn, in this ferry pavilion, who has seen anyone crying when parting?
The author of "Ten Thousands of Miles Long in the North and South of the Great Wall" is Wang Changling, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
Once I passed Xiaoxiang with grace and condemnation, I was thousands of miles long in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
There are few letters from Jimen, Mo Dao, and the wild geese still reach Hengyang.
The author of "Missing Home on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall" is Chen Ziliang, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the white clouds are deep in the foreign country. Poems about prairie scenery.
I shed tears for Xu Ji’s sorrow, which makes the spring scene even more sad.
The frightened bird often flies away and loses its partner, and the fallen flower never returns to the forest.
How come today I feel late and late, and I still moan with my gray head when I am sad.
The author of "Ji Sai Bei Zhang Fu" is Zhou Pu, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
The long tree is blocked by the wind, and there are a few branches in the corner of Liaocheng.
The frost will never stop, and your appearance should not fade.
Thousands of miles of flat sand, a line of geese move by the edge.
The smoke is rising in the morning, and the letters from home are leaving.
The author of "Crossing the Fortress" is Wang Wei, a writer of the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: Outside the city of Juyan, hunting geniuses, white grass spreads all over the sky and wild fires burn.
Driving horses when the dusk clouds clear the moraine, it is a good time to shoot vultures on the plains in autumn.
Protecting the Qiang colonel and riding the obstacles, he defeated the general who crossed the Liao Dynasty at night.
With a jade target, a horn, a bow and a bead to rein in the horse, the Han family will give Huo Yao a prostitute.