"The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written in his arms." Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
The mountains cover the day, the sea exhausts the golden river, and the ring of the king stays in the heron lodge.
I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will choke the ferry, and I will climb the Taihang Snow Mountain's "Difficult to Walk" by Li Bai.
Wan Li sand in the Yellow River, waves scouring the wind from Tianya Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty "Waves scouring the sand"
Poems about the Yangtze River
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.
The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.
Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.
The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
Yellow river poems
Climbing the Watergate Building, I saw my late friend Zhang zhen's poem about the Yellow River, which made me excited.
Cui Shu
My friend in the southeastern United States, I have heard of this building. People die with the river, but books stay in the wall.
Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gongyuan came here. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.
Time and words are ancient, and the traces will be quiet. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.
Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.
Poems crossing the Yellow River
The river is swift and muddy. The soup can't be ling. It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game. The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over. Don't beat people's footsteps.
But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit. Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear. The Yellow River is sinking. From the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. A little-known mound began.
Stretch. Yellowing water. The rough stone tools of our ancestors. And the sobs of China people. Buried deeply. Converging into a cry, expanding the exotic life.
There are memories of the south of the Yangtze River, hiking in the mountains, amusement parks and scenic spots, fishermen on the river, boating in Guazhou, the wall of Mr. Yin's book lake, drunk reading and looking at the lake building on June 27, drinking after the rain on Chu Qing Lake, Xiaojingchun River, stele forest wall, Xiaochi, and Jingci Temple at dawn to send Woods.