Yellow crane tower 1
Don Cui Hao
Yesterday, the filial relatives from Qiaoqiao went, and now only the Yellow Crane Tower next to the Yellow Crane is left.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Watch out for swimming
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
2. "The Story of Yueyang Tower"
Tang Bai Juyi
The river under Yueyang is vast and boundless; Standing alone on the tall building, leaning against the railing.
In spring, the green color echoes the vegetation in Dongting Lake in the distance, and the rosy clouds echo the red waves in the lake in the evening. The red waves are close at hand and seem to be the capital Chang 'an.
The old ape on the shore stood on the tree and cried miserably, and the geese in the sky had a hard time flying over the boundless lake.
This place is magnificent and beautiful. It can only be painted as a barrier and hung in the lobby of your rich people for their appreciation.
3. Teng poetry
Don
Wang Teng Linjiang Zhu and Ming Luan went dancing.
The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
4. "At the Heron Hotel with Cui Yi"
Don
The stork tower is hundreds of feet west, and the clouds and trees in Tingzhou are boundless.
Drums and flowing water, Weishan River half sunset.
It takes a thousand years to hate and a day to worry.
The wind and smoke homesick, the distance is not spring, but also self-injury
5. "Wang Yue"
Don du fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Poetry, also known as poetry, is a literary genre with certain rhythm and rhythm, which reflects social life and people's spiritual world with highly concise language, rich emotions and rich imagination. In ancient China, unhappy people were called poems and happy people were called songs. The essential feature of poetry is lyrical beauty.