Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Banquet Speech-Wang Zhihuan
Under the long dike, the spring water is long and slowly flows through the Zhanghe River. Don't listen to the voice urging you to go. You can't sail in a shallow place like Taoxi.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou-Meng Haoran
Listen to the cries of apes, listen to the river rushing in the dark. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
Listen to running water. -Wang Changling
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided. The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
Seeing off a friend at Jingmen Ferry-Li Bai
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.
Secretly write about boats and boats:
Early Cold Pregnancy-Meng Haoran
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. I walked forward. I cried until my tears ran out and I returned to the sky. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Send Du Fourteen to Jiangnan-Meng Haoran
Jason Wu, as a hometown connected with water, it is slim for you to go to Chunjiang. Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.
Yellow Crane Tower —— Li Bai bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.