The Complete Poems of Wen Tianxiang/chaxun/zuozhe/69.html
Yangtze River
Sailed the North Sea with the wind for a few days,
returned to the Yangtze River Dajiangtou.
My heart is like a magnetic needle,
I will not rest until I guide you.
Crossing the Lingding Ocean
After the hardships,
The stars are scattered all around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins,
The ups and downs of life experience are like rain and rain.
Afraid of being on the beach, I am afraid,
I am alone in the ocean and sighing for being alone.
No one has ever died since ancient times.
Leave a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Tibiluotang
The new building is a joy to behold. Let’s chat with you about this peaceful time.
I live on a balcony in a county, and people are in the mist and rain in mid-air.
Restore everything to the present universe, and still remember the old country with sadness.
Recently, it has been reported that the autumn wind is strong, and I feel worried that my mane will become stained.
Sitting at night
Talking about the misty maple leaves on the road, when the drizzle covers the flowers.
Su Yan's paintings on the river, Han Xie's poems on the four walls.
When a young man becomes a boss, my path is full of twists and turns.
Finally, the heart of the sword is there, and I feel like sitting on a chicken.
Nan'an Army
Meihua North and South Road, wind and rain wet the clothes.
Who did you go out with? Returning home is like never returning home!
Mountains and rivers have been there through the ages, but cities have changed for a while.
My true ambition is to starve to death, and I pick weeds in my dream.
Jiankang
The ancient meeting house of Jinling, the old capital of Nandu.
The mountains are still rugged and the river flow has changed.
Athletes live in the quiet earth, while new ghosts cry in Taicheng.
A piece of clear moon is full of affection for guests.
Two poems by Jinlingyi (Choose one)
The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, where can the solitary cloud drift?
The scenery of the mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city have changed.
The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who are the swallows flying next to in my old home?
I bid farewell to Jiangnan Road from now on, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood.
Zhenzhouyi
The mountains and rivers seem to know me, so there is no one there anymore.
Looking down at the traces of war, there are dusty carriages and horses.
The hero’s death is late, and the world is filled with sorrow.
To the north of Yanshan Road, the desolate night looks toward the morning.