The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"
The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. Li Bai sees Tianmen Mountain.
The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. Bodhisattva in Wei Zhuang
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. Li Bai's It's Hard to Walk
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Li Bai's The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou
Boat, dream into furongpu. Zhou Bangyan su curtain
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey