In April, Mount Tai, Shiping Imperial Road was opened. Six dragons cross a thousand valleys, and the valley follows. The clues around Bifeng are now covered with moss. The flying stream overflows and the water suddenly loosens and mourns. Looking at the wonders in the north, the cliffs are destroyed in the east. The cave door was closed with a stone fan, and the underground clouds steamed and thundered. Climb high and look at the flowing water, imagine the platform of gold and silver. A long whistle from Tianmen brought a breeze to Wan Li. There were four or five girls who floated nine times. Smile and hold hands, leaving me a rose cup. It's a pity to bow down again if you're not a fairy. How carefree it is to die in a small universe.
Xiao Qing rode a white deer and went straight to Tianmen Mountain. People meet feathers in the mountains, good face. I want to talk, but I can't cover Qingyun Pass. I left my book floating among the rocks. It is ancient, and it is not idle to read. Feeling these three sighs, I didn't come back from the teacher.
Pingming boarded the Japanese vision and raised his hand to clear the clouds. Spirit flying, such as out of heaven and earth. The Yellow River comes from the west and winds into the distant mountains. Look at the eight poles on the edge of the cliff. The longer the eyes, the better. Occasionally, the value of children, green hair and double clouds. Laugh at me for being a late fairy and wasting my face. Hesitant and invisible, mighty and difficult to chase.
Three thousand days after Zhai Qing, schizophrenia wrote the Taoist scriptures. Chanting is justified, and the gods defend me. Clouds are long and winds are long, and they are shaped like wings. Climb the cliff to see the sun, and lie on the threshold to see the east. The sea moves mountains far away, and the cock crows first. The silver platform is upside down, and the white waves turn over the whales. The elixir of life flies to Peng Ying.
The Japanese view is inclined to the northeast, and two cliffs are sandwiched with two stones. The sea fell before my eyes, and the sky was far away and clear. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique. Myanmar and other cranes have gone to the fairy, and there is no trace in the cloud. Long loose into the sky, the distance is not enough. Mountain flowers are different. Five flowers in the snow are white. Finally, speaking of peace, we are here to refine jade liquid.
Drink Wang Muchi and vote for Tianmen Pass. Walking in the green hills at night with the green lyre alone. The mountains are bright and the moon is white, and the night is quiet and relaxed. Immortals swim in Bifeng, singing everywhere. Silent entertainment, jade is really delicate. Imagine a phoenix dance and a dragon and tiger costume. Picking melons in the morning, I don't remember coming back in a trance. Raise your hand and understand, and climb the loom by mistake. I lost my seat tomorrow morning, but I saw five clouds flying.
Climb Mount Tai in spring and April, and the smooth imperial road goes straight to the screen-like peak. The emperor used to ride a six-dragon chariot over mountains and valleys. The horseshoe traces left on Bifeng Mountain in those days have already been covered with moss. Cliffs, waterfalls, the sound of the wind whistling. Look at the mountain peak in the north, it seems to have fallen in the East China Sea. The huge stone gate in front of the cave where the emperor's jade book was placed was closed, and the underground wind and thunder surged faintly. Looking at the three islands of Penglai in the East China Sea, imagining the platform of gold and silver. Standing in a worse place, there was a long whistle, and a green wind came from Wan Li all around.
It seems that I saw four or five beautiful fairies flying for nine days. They gave me a captivating smile, and then gave me a bright Liuxia glass. I quickly bowed my head again and again, ashamed that I was not a fairy and received such a great favor. I suddenly feel: the universe is so small, what does this world care about?
Appreciation of Li Bai's Six Poems on Mount Tai is a group of ancient poems, in which each capital is an intriguing aesthetic realm, and the six poems present a broader, deeper and more perfect artistic conception as a whole, depicting a magnificent natural mountain, a strange and wonderful mountain, which makes people realize that it is an emotional mountain and a spiritual mountain entrusted with the author's life ideal and personality yearning. Mount Fiona Fang is more than 400 kilometers long, which is very spectacular. "Wherever you want to go, you will find the mountain" (Zhi Dai by Zhang Fu). Its scenery is magnificent, steep, quiet and spacious.
Only the central axis of mountaineering is the calendar, from Wang Mu Tang, Tianmen, Zhongtianmen, Nantianmen and Tianjie to Yuhuangding, and then to Sunguanfeng and Yueguanfeng. Along the way, there are steep peaks, gullies and waterfalls, strange pines and rocks, birds and flowers, and clouds, which are extremely difficult to see. Even if it is a long article, it is not enough white characters. However, in Six Poems of Mount Tai, Li Bai can capture everything on Mount Tai with a transcendental view of the universe and a unique perspective of time and space, and draw a picture with a freehand brushwork of landscapes, which shows the unique bold style of Li Bai's poems.
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