"Climbing the Yueyang Tower" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In the past, I heard about the water in Dongting, and now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower.
Wu Chu is in the southeast, and the universe floats day and night.
< p>There are no relatives or friends, and there are only old and sick people.The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan's tears flow.
"Climbing the Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The tower overlooks the end of the Yangtze River, and the river and the Dongting are open.
The geese lead away the sorrowful heart, and the mountain carries the beautiful moon.
The clouds are staying together, and the cup is received in the sky.< /p>
After being drunk, a cool breeze blows back and forth, blowing people's sleeves.
"Evening View of Yueyang Tower" by Cui Jue of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles across the universe, the fishing boat is as smooth as water and clouds. Go and return.
Upstairs, the north wind blows obliquely, and the western sun in the lake holds the mountain upside down.
There are hateful people coming to Huaishao, and the emperor is idle in silence.
Why is it that at dusk we are still watching, and there are several rows of smoky trees meeting the bushes.
"Yueyang Tower" Liu Changqing
The sun has passed by the end of the clear stream, and the clouds and mountain shadows are two craggy.
The returning guests in front of the building complained about the autumn dream, and the beauty on the lake doubted the night song.
Sitting alone at a high place, the wind is strong, the flat lake is dim and the moon is bright.
Final period A boat carrying woodcutters, the sails are full of white waves.
"Climbing the Yueyang Tower" Chen Yuyi, Southern Song Dynasty
Dongting is east of the river and west of the river, and the curtains cannot move but the setting sun is late.
Climb to the land that divides Wu and Shu, and move to the lake and mountains when it’s almost twilight.
You can still see the distance after traveling thousands of miles, but it’s even more dangerous after three years of hardship.
Baitou Diao in the ancient wind and frost, The old Mucangbo is infinitely sad.
Looking west from Dongting to the Chu River, the water is gone and there are no clouds in the south sky.
The sunset in Changsha is far away in autumn, and I don’t know where to pay my respects to Lord Xiang.
< p>--Li Bai "Accompanying his clan uncle, the Minister of Criminal Affairs, Ye, and Zhongshu Jia Sheren to visit Dongting"The smoke is still and the shadows are sinking, and the green color is not as deep as the green color.--Yong Tao's "Inscription on Junshan"
On the southeast slope of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.--Du Fu's "Climbing the Yueyang Tower"
Among the nine states in Dongting, who will give way to the greatest one?
Nanhui Cliffs Water, north direction, how unrestrained.--Han Yu's "Climbing the Yueyang Tower"
Steaming clouds and dreamy lakes, shaking Yueyang City.--Meng Haoran's "Present to Prime Minister Zhang at Dongting Lake"
Baling is a magnificent place, located in a lake in Dongting. It connects distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River, a vast and endless river.
Spring and bright scenery, calm and calm, the sky above and below is bright and green.-- Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower".
Meng Haoran - "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"
The level of the lake in August is mixed with too much Qi.
Steaming clouds and dreamy lakes, waves shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to help without a boat, you will live in a shameful sage.
Sit back and watch the fishermen, only feeling envious of the fish.
< p>The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggle on the lake surface. Looking at the Dongting landscape in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. ————Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting"The green grass in the Dongting, near the Mid-Autumn Festival , and there is no trace of scenery. Thirty thousand hectares of Yujian Qiongtian, holding a leaf on my boat. The plain moon shines brightly, and the clear shadow of the river is clear both inside and outside. I am so happy that I can understand it, but the beauty is hard to tell you. Ying Nian Ling Years have passed, the solitary light shines on me, my liver and gallbladder are filled with ice and snow. My short hair is fluffy, my sleeves are cold, and the vast sky is steady. I swim across the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, and everything is a guest. I whistle alone on the side of the ship, I don’t know what night it is!—— Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Niannujiao·Crossing the Dongting"