Yellow Crane Tower (Tang Dynasty) Cui Hao
where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.
Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia for Su Shi in Song Dynasty
river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow. The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, strong Lu ashes. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair.
life is like a dream, and one bottle will return to the moon.
The Fisherman's Song-(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Zhihe
Egrets fly in front of the Mount Cisse, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat, wearing a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain, leisurely and leisurely fishing, he was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery, even the rain did not go home.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty in Baidi City
He said goodbye to Baidi in the colorful clouds, and returned to Jiangling in a day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
Wang Wei overlooks the Han River
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! 2. Ancient poems describing Hubei
Yellow Crane Tower (Tang Dynasty) Cui Hao where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia Song Su Shi river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages.
to the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow.
the landscape is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of.
The feather fan's black silk scarf, which is full of laughter, blows away. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair.
life is like a dream, and one bottle will return to the moon. "Fisherman's Song"-(Tang Dynasty) Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse in Zhang Zhihe, and peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat.
green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return. Early release of the Baidi City Tang Li Baichao resigned from the Baidi colorful clouds, and a thousand miles of Jiangling was returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man. The Hanjiang River is bordered by Wang Weichu and Sanxiang, 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!. 3. What are the poems about "Hubei"
The poems about "Hubei" are
1.
Wei Lang won't confess himself, so he has to send Xishan to see him.
2.
The Eighty Songs of Yuanyang Lake
Time: Qing Author: Zhu Yizun
Langjia, Hubei, concubine, Hunan, and the two oars are familiar with each other.
but it's like fishing for the heron on the rocky side, and the shadows of the cool moon are wandering around.
3. Xu Zhen's 134th
Date: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang
Zhengzheng Xu Zhen, Wenzhou native.
his father, Hubei, went to the province, lost his way, and returned to the government.
Later generations are concise, careful and trustworthy.
if you are arrested, you will get rid of the hazel. You have come to Wuyang from Huizhou and are willing to travel from the north.
support adversity and prepare loyalty money.
if you are ill, you will die in Fengcheng.
4.
Year: Song Author: Wu Wenying
There are many clouds in the mountains outside Hubei, and the small garden is dark and blue. Winning the reward, the ink pool is fragrant and moist, and the ship is raining. Thousands of concubines in the neon festival, an arrow in the brocade sail, take the spring away. Calculate the return date is uncertain, and after the smoke is scattered, the spring city sings and flies.
the first day of the Yellow Crane Tower is noon. Play the dance of Yulong and Jiangmei. The wind is forbidden, the dream is more clear, and I think about it. When Qiu Shui was born, Fu Qing was still there, Nanping Villa. Look at the platform, take a horse, plant it on the long embankment, and make a thousand trees.
5.
Time of Man Tingfang Snow Full of Sable and Fur: Song Author: Chao Duanli
Snow Full of Sable and Fur, Wind Shakes the Golden Bucket, Laughing at Wu Gou with Brocade. According to people's green temples, young people will be sealed. Where is the horseshoe? There are mountains and mountains, and the southern state of Jishui. You know, Lu Lang was not old, and he used to swim wildly.
romantic. Beautiful land, ten years, a dream back. The most unforgettable, the West Lake Beizhu Chengqiu. The jade carving fence is good, the peach is in season, can you remember people? Failure Weng also, affectionate for me, will hate to send to the red chamber.
6. "Huqiu Temple Road Banquet Farewell to Prostitutes"
Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
The silver mud skirt reflects the obstacles, and the paintings stop the horses and hoofs.
the pigging ended in parrot talk, and the red flag was moving thin and cold.
gradually fade away, and the color of wine is light, and if you want to leave your feelings, it is low.
don't forget the place where the monarch chants, and the west of Wuqiu, Hubei Province. 4. The poem about Hubei in 3 Tang poems
"The Wind and Rain on November 4th" lies in a lonely village, not mourning for itself, but thinking about defending the country.
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier falls asleep. "Feeling that the autumn night will dawn on the hedge door to welcome the cold" Three Wan Li rivers enter the sea, and 5, mountains climb skyscrapers.
The adherents shed all their tears and looked south at Julian Waghann for another year. "Confession" When Wan Li sought to seal Hou, he defended Liangzhou with a horse.
where the dream of closing the river ends, the dust darkens the old mink and fur. The Hu people have not been destroyed, the temples have been autumn frost, sentimental tears streaming down the drain.
who knows, my heart is in Tianshan Mountain, and I am old in Cangzhou! "Book Anger" knew that the world was difficult at an early age, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain. It snows overnight in the building, and the autumn wind is scattered in the iron horse.
if you are stuck in the Great Wall, you will be disappointed. "Getting started" is a real name, and who is comparable in a thousand years.
for fifteen years after Guan Shanyue and Rong Zhao, the general came to the frontier without fighting. Zhu men sang and danced heavily, and the horse was fat and the bow was broken.
Diao Dou, who was guarding the building, urged the moon to fall. He joined the army at the age of 3, and now he has white hair. Who knows the heart of a strong man in the flute? The sand head is empty and the bones are taken.
The Central Plains has gone to war in ancient times. Are there any descendants who are against Hu Chuan? Adherents endure death and hope to recover, and there are several tears hanging tonight! Guan Shanyue, Showing the Son, Feeling of Coming out of the Fence Door in Autumn Night to Meet the Cold, It's a Storm on November 4th, Reading in Winter Night to Show Your Son, Guan Shanyue, Book Anger, Jin Cuodao, Peasant Sigh, Huangzhou, and Long Songs sing about Goose, Goose, Goose and Xiang Tiange. White feather, floating in the green water; Red on the soles of the feet, Toggle the clear water.
Wang Yue Du Fu what a majestic sight of holy Mountain Tai!, vast greens stretch across Qi and Lu, the two lands high.. Magic natural convergence of thousands of beautiful, the south of the mountains north of the separation between early morning and dusk.
colorful clouds lave? my bosom free and easy, and the birds fly back and forth before my strained eye.. Try to ascend the mountain's crest: It dwarfs all peaks under our feet.
spring thoughts Li Bai your grasses up north are as blue as jade, our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches. When you miss the home of the day, long ago miss you and sadness.
breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, why part the silk curtains by my bed?? Farewell to Wang Wei, I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine and and I ask you where you are going and why. You say because life is not proud, go back to live in the mount zhongnan mountain.
but don't ask questions, white clouds pass there without end. Wang Changling, cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees, in the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass.
through the gate and back again, all along the road, there is nothing anywhere but yellow reeds and grasses. And the heros come to You and Bing, who have buried their lives in the dusty sand.
let never a cavalier stir you to envy, with boasts of his horse and his horsemanship. Wang Changling drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn water!, the stream is cold and the wind like a sword.
as we watch against the sunset on the sandy plain, far, far away, shadowy Lintao. The great wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the spirit of the frontier soldiers was high.
but antiquity now is a yellow dust, confusing in the grasses its ruins and white bones. Guan Shanyue Li Bai the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements. That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again. The soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. Responder: Escape in the Spring-Manager Level 4 2-14 12:28 the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, Guan Shanyue, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements. That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again. The soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. Antique (one) elegance is not done for a long time, but who will fail me? Wang Fengwei is a creeping weed, and there are many hazelnuts in the Warring States period.
dragons and tigers eat each other, and soldiers fight to catch crazy Qin. What is the sound? I am sad about the poet.
Yang Ma stirs up the waves, which are endless. Although the abolition of prosperity has changed, the charter has also fallen.
since Jian' an came, beauty is not precious. The sundae restores the ancient times, and the clothes are expensive and halal.
the group belongs to Xiuming, and it jumps on the scales by * * *. The literary quality is brilliant, and the stars are Luo Qiumin.
I aim to delete the narrative, reflecting thousands of spring. If you want to be a saint, you will never get it.
ancient style (part 15) Yan Zhaoyan and Guo Kui built Huang Jintai. Juxin went from Zhao to Yan, and then Zou Yan came running from the state of qi.
Why do you abandon me like dust? They prefer to spend pearl jade to buy songs and dance, but to cultivate the talents.
only then can you know that an oriole moves alone for thousands of miles. Midnight songs: a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, Qiu Ge, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.
and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass. Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!? Midnight Four Seasons Songs: Winter Songs the courier will depart next day, she's told, she sews a warrior's gown all night.
her fingers feel the needle cold, how can she hold the scissors tight?. The work is done, she sends it far away, when will it reach the town where warriors stay?? Long-term cadre concubine hair first complex forehead, I was picking flowers, paying by my door.
when you, my lover, on a bamboo horse, came trotting in circles and throwing green plums. We lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan, both of us young and happy-hearted.
at fourteen I became your wife, so bashful that I dared not smile. And I lowered my head toward a dark corner, and would not turn to your thousand calls.
but at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, learning that no dust could ever seal our love. That even unto death I would await you by my post, and would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching! Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey, through the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water.
and then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear, and I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky. Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go, were hidden, every one of them, under green moss.
hidden under moss too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind added fallen leaves. August Butterfly Yellow, hover, two by two, in our west-garden grasses.
and, because of all this, my heart is breaking, and I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade. Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts, send me a message home ahead!.
and I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance, all the way to Chang-feng Sha. Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches.
and at last you think of returning home, now when my heart is almost broken. Breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, why part the silk curtains by my bed?? I am the madman of the Chu country, a Song of Lu Mountain to Censor Lu Xuzhou, who sang a mad song disputing Confucius.
holding in my hand a staff of green jade, I have crossed, since morning at the Yellow Crane Terrace. All five Holy Mountains, without a thought of distance, according to the one constant habit of my life.
Lushan Mountain is near Nandou, in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen and with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water. The Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges, a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges.
within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls, ledges of cliff and winding trails lead to blue sky. The Cui yun red and the rising sun, the birds fly, but also long.
I climb to the top. I survey the whole world, the river is boundless, and you can't return it. The sky and the sky change wind, the nine waves of the river flow, such as the snow-capped mountains.
and so I am singing a song of Lu Mountain, a song that is born of the breath of Lu Mountain. When idle watching the stone mirror to make mind pure, Xie lingyun's footprints were covered by moss.
I have eaten the immortal pellet and, rid of the world's troubles, before the lute's third playing have achieved my element. Watching the immortal is in the colorful clouds, holding the hibiscus Worship in hand.
and so, when I have traversed the nine sections of the world, I will follow Saint Luao up the Great Purity. A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach.
but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, still seen through its varying deeps of cloud. In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China.
with the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast. My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, and they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon.
and the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River. With the hermitage of Xie still there, and the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud. Sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.
a thousand rocks turn a road, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends. Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist. The Gods of Thunder and Lightning, the hills are crumbling.
cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace.
and, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one. With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
I move, my soul goes flying, I wake with a long sigh. My pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.
and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east. And so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer, and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.
oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face! In a wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop, parting at a Wine-Shop in Nanjing, Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade guests to taste it. Jinling children come. 5. What are the poems describing "Hubei"
Yellow Crane Tower, where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, Cui Hao, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Sushi river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages.
to the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow.
the landscape is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of.
The feather fan's black silk scarf, which is full of laughter, blows away. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair.
life is like a dream, and one bottle will return to the moon. "Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower" Li Baidong looked at the Yellow Crane Mountain, and the males came out in the air.
there are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun. Rocks run across the vault, and the peaks are also dense.
I have heard a lot about immortals, and I learned flying skills here. One faces the sea, and the stone room is empty for thousands of years.
the golden stove is full of smoke, while the jade pool is quiet. The ancient plants and trees are left behind, and the court is cold and old.
□ I admire climbing, because I want to keep my leisure. □ The place is: changing hands and feet to see the wonders of the mountains, and the mountains are unparalleled.
I'll send my heart to the pine tree, and I'll never forget the guest's feelings. "Bodhisattva Man Yellow Crane Tower" Nine schools in Mao Zedong flow to China, and a heavy line runs through the north and south.
misty and rainy, turtles and snakes lock the river. Where does the Yellow River go? There is room for tourists.
if you drink a lot, your heart will soar. Mao Zedong only drinks Changsha water and eats Wuchang fish.
when you cross the Yangtze river, you can see it as far as the eye can see. Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better to walk around in a leisurely way, and today you have to be more relaxed.
Zi Zaichuan said: The deceased is like a husband! The wind blows, the tortoise and snake are quiet, and the grand plan is set. A bridge flies north and south, and the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare.
If the stone wall of Xijiang River is erected, the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain will be cut off, and the goddess should be safe and sound, which will surprise the world. 1. Hubei Province, located in the south of central China, in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, north of Dongting Lake, is named Hubei for short, and is the capital of Wuhan.
Hubei is between 29 5 ′ and 33 2 ′ north latitude and 18 21 ′ and 116 7 ′ east longitude, bordering Anhui in the east, Jiangxi and Hunan in the south, Chongqing in the west, Shaanxi in the northwest and Henan in the north. Hubei is surrounded by mountains in the east, west and north, and Jianghan Plain, a land of plenty, is in the middle.
2. Hubei is a link to the East.