Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Antique (1)
If I don't do it for a long time, who will fail me? Wang is a creeping weed, and there were many hazelnuts in the Warring States period. Dragons and tigers eat each other, and soldiers fight to catch crazy Qin. What's the sound? I feel sad for the poet. The horse is making waves, and it is endless. Although the prosperity has changed, the charter has also fallen. Since Jian 'an came, beauty is not precious. Sundae restore ancient times, and clothes are expensive and halal. The group belongs to Ming Xiu and is transported by * * *. Brilliant literature, all the stars. I aim to delete the narrative and reflect the spring. If you want to be a saint, you will never get it.
Ode to the Difficult Road of Shu
Hey, hey, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age. Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, which can cross Emei Mountain. Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use. The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We wonder if this road to the west will never end, and the terrible road ahead is getting darker and darker, even darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it. The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, and Aoya turned into a stone. You've come a long way at all risks! Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? . There are hungry tigers in the daytime, and there are poisonous reptiles at night. Their teeth and fangs are ready to kill people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice!
Xi Yue Yun Tai Song sent Dan Qiu Zi.
How magnificent Xiyue is! The Yellow River is like a silk sky. The Wan Li of the Yellow River touches the mountain, and the vortex hub turns to Qin Mine. Glory is colorful, and saints are in the Millennium. Genie roared through two mountains, and Hongbo sprayed the East China Sea. These three peaks stand as if to be destroyed, while the Cuiyadan Valley is high. The gold in Bai Di is full of vitality, and the stone is a lotus cloud. Yuntai pavilion road is haunted by ghosts, and there is a fairy Dan Qiu Sheng in it. Xingyu girl is ready to sweep, and aunt scratches her back. My emperor talks about heaven and earth, and Dan Qiu talks about heaven. Nine entrances and exits are glorious, looking for Penglai in the east and returning to the west. Chalcedony will benefit an old friend to drink and ride two dragonflies to the sky.
Dengtaibai peak
Mount Taibai Peak in the west and climb the peak at sunset. Venus greeted me and opened the customs for me. I want to fly among the clouds in the breeze. You can get close to the moon by raising your hand, and there seems to be no mountain obstacle to fly forward. Say goodbye to martial arts, when can I see it again?
Invite for a drink
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! Please listen to me. What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up. The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Three Poems "It's Hard to Walk" (I)
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Endless desire
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Guan Shanyue
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Song of Chang Gan (1)
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss. The moss can't be swept away, and the autumn wind adds leaves. Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs. Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you came back through three Pa areas, the first book and newspaper went home. I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.