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Wang Yi (Song)
A river with autumn water is soaked in cold air, and the fishing flute makes the evening breeze for no reason.
who won the Wan Li Wave Heart? The sunset shadows are broken and red.
what are the poems about "waves"? Write a poem about
waves
1. Linjiang Fairy Ming Dynasty: Yang Shen
rolled the Yangtze River eastward, and the waves washed away all heroes. Whether it is with the non -, or the failure, to now is an empty, has been with the passage of time has disappeared. The castle peak still exists, the sun still rises and sets the sunset. The white-haired hermit at the river has long been accustomed to the changes of the years. Met with an old friend and drank a glass of wine. How many things have been in the past and the ages have been put into the conversation.
2. Langtaosha Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The Wan Li sand of the Yellow River has nine twists, and the waves and winds blow from the horizon. Since you come from the sky, now seems to fly directly to the milky way galaxy, please take me to the sky, gathered into the galaxy, together to the cowboy and weaver's home.
3. "Song of Red Cliff Farewell" In Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The two dragons fought to win the battle, and the ship at Red Cliff was swept away. The fire shines on the sea of clouds, and Zhou Yu breaks Tsao Gong here. Jun went to Cangjiang to look at Chengbi, and the whales and salamanders abruptly left traces. A book to report an old friend, I want to be strong.
4, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside, Part V" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Huang Shita stands in front of the river, and he is lazy and sleepy in spring. The cluster of peach blossoms in bloom along the bank of the river comes into view, is it a deep red color or a lighter red one?
5. The Han River is flooding/overlooking. Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
with its three southern branches reaching the Chu border, and its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing. This river runs beyond heaven and earth, where the colour of mountains both is and is not. The dwellings of men seem floating along, on ripples of the distant sky. These beautiful days here in Xiangyang, make drunken my old mountain heart!.