Don Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.
Wan Ren is an isolated city.
Why should a strong brother complain about willow?
The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
Stork tower
Don Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Go to the frontier to carry out tasks
Don
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.
Invite for a drink
Tang Libai
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?
Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned 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, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! !
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! !
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! !
Ancient sober people and sages have been forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized!
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? Go buy wine, and we'll drink together! .
Keywords Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, give it to the young man for good wine,
The Yellow River, you are the cradle of 5,000 years of culture.
Originated from you, how many heroic stories are staged around you ... "。
The lyrics of Ode to the Yellow River tell the long history of the Yellow River and praise its immortal achievements.
The Yellow River is the second longest river in China and a world-famous giant river.
-Excerpt from Ode to the Yellow River
We will drown the sorrow of ten thousand generations!
The Yellow River stays overnight.
Li [Ming]
Bright moon and yellow river night, cold sand is like a battlefield.
Using the sound of water, Ye Ping deserted.
Wu is difficult to reach, Yantai Road is very long.
A person is a guest for a long time.
Crossing the Yellow River
[Ming] Xie Zhen
The road goes out of Liangcheng, and the river closes Xiaoqing.
The sun turns over the dragon cave, and the wind sweeps the geese flat.
Relying on the sword to do things, Zhang Fan walked very fast.
I don't know where it is, singing outside the air.
Crossing the Yellow River
[Ming] Li Dongyang
Put the boat before clearing the whistle,
The water in the east of the Huaihe River is like a string.
Push two oars to cross the river quickly,
One night, the wind blew to the seaside.
Langtaosha
Jiuqu Yellow River and Wan Li Sand,
Waves and strong winds swept from the horizon.
Now go straight to the galaxy,
Go to Penny and Weaver's house.
The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. (Give "Pei XIV")
Wang Zhihuan said: The Yellow River is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, far above the white clouds. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! (Liangzhou Ci) The mountains cover the daytime, while the ocean drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, see further (at the Heron Villa)
Wang Wei's poem said: The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (walks to the plug)
"The ferryman sings like thunder, and the boatman pulls the fiber step by step. Carrying thousands of pieces of cloth, the boatman will not cover himself with rags. Carrying thousands of tons of grain, the boatman can only chew bran buns. Warlord bosses get rich and Yellow River boatmen are poor. "
"Yi Long out of kunlun, shaking his head through three. The roar shook the mountains and drove the boat in the stormy waves. "
"Three gas zhou yu in jiangdong, zhuge liang will sacrifice to the east wind. Three sacrifices to the east wind burned millions of soldiers in Cao Ying. "
Every year, after the defenders defend Huang Jinhe, hand knives waving whips keep ringing day and night. (Liu Tang Zhong Yong's "Asking the People to Appeal")
The Yellow River flows east and the white sunset sets in the west. (Tang Li Bai's "Antique")
The balcony is separated by Chu water, and spring grass gives birth to the Yellow River. (Don Li Bai's Farewell)
The Haixi Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, gongs and drums ring all over the world. (Tang Du Fu's Yellow River)
Send Kunlun five-color flow, a yellow turbidity filled Zhongzhou. Waterfall Li Bai's two famous poems "Looking at Lushan Waterfall",
One is:
Censer peak in the west and waterfall water in the south.
The suspended flow is 300 feet, and the gully is dozens of miles.
Like lightning, like Bai Hong looming.
At first, the river fell and was half scattered in the sky.
Look up at the situation and turn to the male, which is a good thing!
The sea breeze keeps blowing and the moonlight is still empty.
Shoot in the air and wash the blue wall left and right.
Flying beads scatter light clouds, and foam boils dome stones.
And I travel to famous mountains, which is good for my leisure.
Wash your face no matter what you wash.
But harmony is good, and I am willing to leave this world forever.
Second:
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days
Li Mengyang also wrote a poem for Lushan Waterfall in Ming Dynasty.
Kaixian temple
The waterfall has been flying to the ground for a long time.
Mo Yan, this pool is small, shake Lushan Mountain!
Jueju —— Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
Wan Li,
Thousands of feet of water are suspended.
* * * Look at the jade girl hanging,
Reflecting the sun is also a five-color text.
Red spring falls, and the atmosphere is half purple.
Run down the miscellaneous trees and return to the clouds.
The sun is like a rainbow, the sky is clear, and the wind and rain are hard.
Lingshan is full of gorgeous colors and ethereal water.
(Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Jiuling)
Xu Ning of Lushan Waterfall
Vanity falls into the spring, and thunder rushes into the river.
In ancient times, it was as long as white, and a boundary cut off the green hills.
Bai Yuchan's "Three Dies Springs" in Song Dynasty
Yuan Xi went deep into the Taohuawu, and Xia Zi was whispering.
The nine-story cliff is bright, and the three-level spring flies and the rain falls.
The setting sun dyed the mountain shadow wet, and Leng Yun bouldering ancient cliff.
Pull back the scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream and spray them on the floating snow building at Songjian.
Chang 'e's clothes are a little wet, and there is a house of Fusang under the pool.
The arrival of the dynasty seems overwhelming, and the night is like a smell.
The cold roared into the valley and sent the Milky Way to bombard the ages.
Silver toad flies in Guanghan Temple and jade dragon dances in Crystal Palace.
Joan's axe is not the old moon, and the waterfall is not the weaver girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles fell into the dragon gate, but I was afraid that the stars would be in Niuzhu.
I want to find some jiaozi now, but I see a mouse in the sky.
Soak in a pool of frost, and drip frozen Millennium milk.
The moon shines on the beads, and the wind blows the millet into the pale tiger.
Yao turns the earth's axis, and the iron horse rolls up the sky.
Poem of Water Curtain Springs by Zhao Mengfu, a Poet in Yuan Dynasty
The flying curtain is like a jade curtain. How many thousands of feet are there?
The crescent moon hangs in the blue sky like a curtain hook.
Lushan Waterfall Ballad in Yang Wei in Yuan Dynasty
The Milky Way suddenly looks like a scorpion, lying in front of the Five Old People's Peak of Blood Beads.
I suspect that the fairy weaving practice is off-axis and biased towards the sky.
I want to cut my hand and cut a glass cigarette.
Encountering marble is like catching the moon fairy.
Throat spray can't tolerate night thirst, and whales ride and suck the dry sea and mulberry fields.
Unexpectedly, it turned into a hundred thousand feet, and the jade rainbow hung upside down. Remember to give points when you read it. . .