1. Poems about Jingmen
Poems about Jingmen 1. Poems about Jingmen
"Looking at the Han River" Wang Weichusai Sanxiang connected, Jingmen Jiu Paitong. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful.
In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky. The beautiful scenery in Xiangyang leaves Zui and Shan Weng behind.
"Crossing Jingmen" Li Shen (Tang Dynasty) The Jingjiang River is wide and the smoke is rolling, and the Jingmen Road is surrounded by green mountains. The sails are approaching, the clouds are extinguished and the light is bright again, and the sun is still dimming at the back of the mountain.
The green wheat and crows sing, and the pear blossoms bloom along the lonely wild path. Traveling thousands of miles away, we gradually entered the misty mist and danger.
A bird flew out of the valley in the forest, and a thousand rocks cried out in the moon. I can't hear my heartbroken thoughts about returning home, and people say I hate my soul for coming to Bashu.
I heard this bird wishing my soul good luck. If my soul dies, I will not learn to voice my injustice. Even if you are a member of the Yu tribe, don't rest there, go straight up to the blue clouds and call the emperor's palace.
At this time, the mountain and the moon are like mirrors, and the jagged rocks and trees reflect each other. Looking deep into the clear and clear stream, you can clearly see the path of the woodcutter.
The gloomy ghost temple serves as a postal booth, and chickens and dolphins are slaughtered every day to smell the smell of mutton. A fool confuses himself with misfortunes and blessings, so how can the monsters understand all the spirits?
When the moon is low and the mountain is low, I ask travelers at dawn, and I have poured pepper paste to pay homage to the deserted road. When a melancholy and loyal man holds himself to himself, who can offer sacrifices to the husband's stone on the top of the mountain?
"Ode to Historical Relics" Du Fu went to Jingmen through mountains and valleys, and the village of Mingfei Shangyou grew up. Once we go to Zitai and Shuomo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk.
Draw pictures to understand the spring breeze, and wear a ring in the sky to return to the soul of the moonlit night. For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music.
"Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" Li Bai crossed the Jingmen Gate to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers. I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
"Autumn under Jingmen" Li Baishuang fell on the empty trees of Jingmen River, and the canvas sails were intact and hung in the autumn wind. This trip is not for the purpose of traveling, but because I love the famous mountains and enter the mountains.
"Jingmen Going West" Li Shangyin One night, the south wind blows and the leaves are in danger, Jing Yun looks back at Xia Yun. How can we take parting lightly in life? God's will has never forbidden us to leave.
The book title of flesh and blood is safe and sound, but the path of Cymbidium orchid is not in good condition. Dongting Lake is vast and the dragon is evil, but he admires Yang Zhu and cries at Lu Qi.
Crossing Jingmen to say farewell Li Bai crossed far outside Jingmen to visit the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers. I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Autumn in Jingmen Li Baishuang falls in the empty trees of Jingmen River, and the canvas sails are intact and hung in the autumn wind. This trip is not for the purpose of traveling, but because I love the famous mountains and enter the mountains.
Jingmen Ge sent his brother off to Kuizhou Li Duan, Tang Dynasty. Brother Yu passed through the Western Chu Dynasty to assist the county, and his farewell trip was due to the rain in Jingmen. The sound of moss rustling gradually became louder, and people in Puli were noisy after closing.
The heavy yin is too big to be exhausted, and the broken waves are soft and beautiful. Looking at Jingheng Road in the clouds, thousands of miles of green mountains are suddenly dusk.
There is an empty corridor in the Pipa Temple, and a wet barren garrison in front of the Ironing Fire Pit. The long rafters at the end of the sand are gradually thinning, and the bamboo poles and grass are wading back into the stream.
Yiling was almost half burned, and the upper reaches of the Han Dynasty advocated washing clothes. There are relatively many people discussing the ship's door, and Ge Fulong's bell canopy is saying something.
Since the stone swallows in Xiangzhou are flying, the merchant sheep in Guanqi are dancing. I once read about the river trip for Jiang Ke, and my heart was broken by the autumn lotus rain.
The sky-high ancient trees are invisible, and the eminent monk who lives on the mountain is named Kong Kong. I pay my respects this morning before saying goodbye. I recall the rain coming from Jingmen in the distance.
Overview of the Han River Wang Wei Tang Dynasty Chusai and Sanxiang are connected, and Jingmen is connected to nine factions. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful.
In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky. It's a nice windy day in Xiangyang, and I'm left drunk with the mountain man.
Once we go to Zitai and Shuomo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk.
Draw pictures to understand the spring breeze, wear a ring in the sky and return to the soul of the night moon. For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music.
Jingmen descends to the west Li Shangyin One night when the south wind blows, one leaf is in danger, Jing Yun looks back at Xia Yun. How can we take parting lightly in life? God's will has never forbidden us to leave.
The book title of flesh and blood is safe and sound, but the path of Cymbidium orchid is not in good condition. Dongting Lake is vast and the dragon is evil, but he admires Yang Zhu and cries at Lu Qi.
Looking at Leyou Garden Bai Juyi went to Leyou Garden alone, looking around at the sun. There is so much mist in the northeast, and the palace is filled with mist! Standing in such a high place, I suddenly feel like a filthy atmosphere; my ears and eyes are temporarily clear, and my arms are full of depression.
Looking down at Twelve Street, the world of mortals among the green trees. My eyes are full of carriages and horses, but I can't see my beloved.
Kong lived and died in Luoyang, and Yuanjiu was relegated to Jingmen. Poor North and South Road, who is the one who built it high? Farewell to his younger brother Zongyi. Liu Zongyuan was left red and sad, and his eyes were crossed over the river with tears hanging down his face.
He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years. When the miasma comes to Guiling, the clouds are like ink, and when spring comes out of Dongting, the water is like the sky.
If you want to know the dream of lovesickness from now on, it will grow in the smoke of the Ying tree in Jingmen.
2. Poems about Jingmen
Crossing Jingmen to say farewell Li Bai crossed far outside Jingmen to visit the Kingdom of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. The flying mirror under the moon, the clouds and sea towers.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. Autumn in Jingmen, Li Baishuang falls in the empty trees of Jingmen River, and the sails are intact and hung in the autumn wind.
This trip is not for the purpose of traveling, but because I love famous mountains and enter the mountains. Jingmen Ge sent his brother off to Kuizhou. Li Duan, Tang Dynasty. Brother Yu assisted the county through Western Chu, and his farewell trip was due to the rain in Jingmen.
The sound of moss burning gradually became louder, and people in Puli were noisy after closing.
The heavy yin is too big to be exhausted, and the broken waves are soft and beautiful.
Looking at Jingheng Road in the clouds, thousands of miles of green mountains are suddenly dusk. There is an empty corridor in the Pipa Temple, and a wet barren garrison in front of the Tiehuo Pi.
The long rafters at the end of the sand are gradually thinning, and the bamboo poles and grass are wading back into the stream. Yiling was almost half burned, and the upper reaches of the Han Dynasty advocated washing clothes.
There are relatively many people discussing the ship's door, and Ge Fulong bell canopy said something. Since the stone swallows in Xiangzhou are flying, the merchant sheep in Guanqi are dancing.
I once read about the river trip for Jiang Ke, and my heart was broken by the autumn lotus rain. The sky-high ancient trees are invisible, and the eminent monk who lives on the mountain is named Kong Kong.
I bow my head this morning before saying goodbye. I recall the rain in Jingmen from afar. Viewing the Han River, Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, Chu and Xiang are connected, and Jingmen is connected to nine factions.
The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful. In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky.
It’s a nice windy day in Xiangyang, but I’m left drunk with the mountain man. Paying homage to historical sites, Du Fu went to Jingmen through mountains and valleys, and the village of Mingfei Shangyou grew up.
Once we go to Zitai Lianshuo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk. Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze, wear a ring in the sky to return to the soul of the night moon.
For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music. Jingmen descends to the west Li Shangyin One night the south wind leaves the leaves in danger, Jingyun looks back at Xia Yun.
How can we take parting lightly in life, and God’s will never stop us. The title of the book on flesh and blood is safe, and the path of Cymbidium is out of season.
Dongting Lake is vast and the dragon is evil, but I envy Yang Zhu and cry at Lu Qi. Looking at Leyou Garden Bai Juyi went to Leyou Garden alone and looked around at the sun.
There is no mist in the northeast, and the palace palace is filled with smoke! Standing in this high place, I suddenly feel like a dirty atmosphere; my ears and eyes are temporarily clear, and my arms are full of depression. Looking down at Twelve Street, the red dust among the green trees.
My eyes are full of chariots and horses, but I can’t see my beloved. Kong lived and died in Luoyang, and Yuan Jiu was relegated to Jingmen.
Poor North and South Road, who is the one who built it high? Farewell to his younger brother Zongyi. Liu Zongyuan was left red and sad, his eyes were crossed with tears across the river. He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years.
When the miasma comes to Guiling, the clouds are like ink, and when spring is over in Dongting, the water is like the sky. If you want to know the longing dream from now on, the smoke will grow in the Ying tree in Jingmen.
3. What are the poems involving Jingmen
1. "Farewell at Jingmen" by Tang Dynasty - Li Bai
Original text:
Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the state of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Translation: I took a boat across the river to the distant Jingmen Gate and visited the territory of Chu State during the Warring States Period. The mountains gradually disappeared, the plains slowly spread out, and the river seemed to flow into the vast wilderness. The shadow of the moon in the waves is like a bright mirror flying from the sky, and the colorful clouds in the sky form a beautiful mirage. But I still love the surging river in my hometown more. It flows endlessly and accompanies me when I travel thousands of miles.
2. "Autumn at Jingmen" by Tang Dynasty - Li Bai
Original text:
The frost has fallen on the Jingmen River and the trees are empty, and the canvas sails are intact and hung in the autumn wind.
This trip is not for the purpose of traveling, but because I love famous mountains and enter the mountains.
Translation: Autumn frost has fallen on the Jingmen River. The leaves of the trees have fallen off, and the cloth sails have been hung intact on the poles to attract the autumn wind. I didn’t go out this time just for the bass. I love famous mountains, so I went to Yanzhong.
3. "Hanjiang Linfan" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Chu and Sai are connected to the three Hunan provinces, and the nine factions of Jingmen are connected.
The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful.
In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky.
It’s a nice windy day in Xiangyang, but I’m left drunk with the mountain man.
Translation: The Chu State’s frontier fortress is connected to the water of Sanxiang, and nine sects converge at the foot of Jingmen Mountain. The rolling river seems to be flowing beyond the sky and the earth, and the green mountains are constantly looming in the mist. The city seems to be floating on the river with turbulent waves, and the huge waves rolling in the sky seem to be shaking. The scenery in Xiangyang is really infinitely beautiful. I wish I could stay here with Shan Weng forever and never come back.
4. "Farewell to Brother Zongyi" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The scattered soul is doubly sad, and the two shed tears of farewell across the river.
He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years.
When the miasma comes to Guiling, the clouds are like ink, and when spring is over in Dongting, the water is like the sky.
If you want to know the dream of lovesickness from now on, it will grow in the smoke of the Ying tree in Jingmen.
Translation: Life and death are affairs of other people's lives, and the lingering souls and lonely shadows are doubly saddening; both shed tears on the banks of the Liujiang River, and brothers sob in love with each other. The traitorous party seized power and temporarily lived six thousand miles away from Kyoto; they lived in the wilderness for twelve years, looking haggard and impoverished for the rest of their lives.
The party depends only on Nanke's dream, and I miss you so much that I can't sleep on my pillow; my wandering mind vaguely appears in Jingmen, and the clouds and smoke seem to be real.
5. "Send to Prime Minister Zhang of Jingzhou" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Where is the thought? I look deeply into Jingmen with despair.
I have no acquaintance in the world, and I will miss my old kindness all my life.
Fang Jiang and the farm will plant art in the old Qiu Garden.
Why send a message when all the geese are flying south?
Translation: Where is the person I miss? There are so many mountains and peaks that one can only look at Jingzhou in the distance with sadness. Although I am full of talents, no one in the world appreciates me. Without your promotion, Prime Minister Zhang, I am afraid I would still be unknown.
I will never forget your kindness.
You have suffered the misfortune of being demoted to Jingzhou, and I will follow you and withdraw from this dirty officialdom. Retreat to the countryside. Geese flying south, you flap your wings and fly high, but how can you convey my thoughts to my old friends in Jingzhou?
4. Poems about Jingmen
"Looking at the Han River" Wang Wei
Chu and Xiang are connected, and the nine factions of Jingmen are connected. The river flows beyond the world, The color of the mountain is mixed. In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves are moving in the sky. The beautiful scenery in Xiangyang leaves Zui and Shan Weng behind.
"Crossing Jingmen" Li Shen (Tang Dynasty)
The Jingjiang River is wide and the smoke is rolling, and the Jingmen Road is surrounded by green mountains. The sails invaded the clouds and disappeared and became bright again.
On the way up the mountain, the sun still dimmed. The wheat is green and the crows are singing, and the pear blossoms are blooming along the lonely wild path.
Traveling thousands of miles away, we gradually entered the mist and mist. A bird flies out of the valley in the forest, and a thousand rocks cry on the moon. I can't hear my heartbroken thoughts about returning home, and people say I hate my soul for coming to Bashu.
I heard this bird wishing my soul good luck. If my soul dies, I will not learn to voice my injustice. Even if you are a member of the Yu tribe, don't rest there.
Go straight up to the blue clouds and call the emperor's palace. At this time, the mountain and moon are like mirrors, and the jagged rocks and trees reflect each other.
Looking deep into the clear spring, you can clearly see the woodcutter's path. The gloomy ghost temple serves as a postal booth.
Chickens and dolphins are slaughtered every day and smell of stench. A fool confuses himself with misfortunes and blessings, so how can the monsters understand all the spirits?
When the moon is low and the mountain is low, I ask travelers at dawn, and I have poured pepper paste to pay homage to the deserted road. A melancholy and loyal man holds himself,
Who sacrifices the stone to watch his husband on the top of the mountain?
"Ode to Ancient Relics" by Du Fu
Going to Jingmen through mountains and valleys, a village of Mingfei Shangyou grew up.
Once we go to Zitai Lianshuo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk.
Draw pictures to understand the spring breeze, and wear a ring in the sky to return to the soul of the moonlit night.
For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music.
"Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" by Li Bai
Crossing the distance outside the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.
I still feel sorry for the water in my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
"Autumn at Jingmen" by Li Bai
The frost has fallen on the Jingmen River and the trees are empty, and the canvas sails are intact and hung in the autumn wind.
This trip is not for the purpose of traveling, but because I love famous mountains and enter the mountains.
"Jingmen Going West" by Li Shangyin
One night when the south wind blows, one leaf is in danger, Jing Yun looks back at Xia Yun.
How can life be so easy to say goodbye? God’s will never prohibit the loss.
The book title of flesh and blood is safe and sound, but the path of Cymbidium orchid is not in good condition.
Dongting Lake is vast and the dragon is evil, but I envy Yang Zhu and cry at Lu Qi.
Crossing Jingmen to say goodbye to Li Bai
Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. Autumn in Jingmen, Li Baishuang falls in the empty trees of Jingmen River, and the sails are intact and hung in the autumn wind. This trip is not for the purpose of traveling, but because I love the famous mountains and enter the mountains. Jingmen Ge sent his brother off to Kuizhou. Li Duan, Tang Dynasty. Brother Yu assisted the county through the Western Chu Dynasty, and his farewell trip was due to the rain in Jingmen. The sound of moss rustling gradually became louder, and people in Puli were noisy after closing. The heavy yin is too big to be exhausted, the broken waves are soft and the text is turned over.
Looking at Jingheng Road in the clouds, thousands of miles of green mountains are suddenly dusk. There is an empty corridor in the Pipa Temple, and a barren garrison in front of the Tiehuo Pi. The long rafters at the end of the sand are gradually thinning, and the bamboo poles and grass are wading back into the stream.
Yiling was nearly half burned, and the upper reaches of the Han Dynasty advocated washing clothes. There are relatively many people discussing the ship's door, and Ge Fulong's bell canopy is saying something. Since the stone swallows in Xiangzhou are flying, the merchant sheep in Guanqi are dancing.
I once read about the river trip for Jiang Ke, and my heart was broken by the autumn lotus rain. The sky-high ancient trees are invisible, and the eminent monk who lives on the mountain is named Kong Kong. I pay my respects this morning before saying goodbye. I recall the rain coming from Jingmen in the distance. Viewing the Han River, Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, Chu and Xiang are connected, and Jingmen is connected to nine factions.
The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful.
In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky.
It’s a nice windy day in Xiangyang, but I’m left drunk with the mountain man. Paying homage to the historical sites Du Fu went to Jingmen through the mountains and valleys, and the village of Mingfei Shangyou grew up. Once we go to Zitai and Shuo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk. Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze, wear a ring in the sky to return to the soul of the night moon. For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music. Jingmen descends to the west Li Shangyin One night the south wind leaves the leaves in danger, Jingyun looks back at Xia Yun. How can we take parting lightly in life? God's will has never forbidden us to leave. The title of the book on flesh and blood is safe, but the road of Cymbidium is not in good condition.
Dongting Lake is vast and the dragon is evil, but I envy Yang Zhu and cry at Lu Qi. Looking at the Leyou Garden Bai Juyi
I went to the Leyou Garden alone and looked around at the bright sun. There is so much mist in the northeast, and the palace is filled with mist! Standing in this high place, I suddenly feel like a dirty atmosphere; my ears and eyes are temporarily clear, and my arms are full of depression. Looking down at Twelve Street, the red dust among the green trees. My eyes are full of carriages and horses, but I can't see my beloved. Kong lived and died in Luoyang, and Yuan Jiu was relegated to Jingmen. Poor North and South Road, who is the one who built it high? Farewell to my younger brother Zongyi Liu Zongyuan
The scattered and broken reds are doubly sad, and I cross the river with tears hanging down my face. He traveled six thousand miles to the country and died in the wilderness for twelve years. When the miasma in Guiling comes, the clouds are like ink, and when spring comes out of Dongting, the water is like the sky. If you want to know the longing dream from now on, the smoke will grow in the Ying tree in Jingmen.