If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will rush to the sea and never return. Li Bai’s "Jingjinjiu"
"The Yellow River flows to the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written in the mind." Li Bai "Gift to Pei Shishi"
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"
The sun is shining over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower"
I want to cross the Yellow River and the icy Fortress, but I am about to climb Taihang, which is covered with snow. Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult"
The Yellow River has nine bends and thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds are tossing it from the end of the world. Liu Yuxi·Tang Dynasty's "Lang Taosha"
Poems about describing the Yangtze River
< p>The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. "Reminiscent of Nujiao Chibi Nostalgic" Su ShiThe stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges and the river flows. Du Fu's "Sentimental Traveling at Night"
The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in. Du Fu's "Ascending" < /p>
The shadow of the lonely sail is gone in the blue sky, but only the Yangtze River is seen flowing in the sky. Li Bai's "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling"
Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here. Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" < /p>
The mountains follow the plains, and the rivers flow into the great rivers (Li Bai's "Farewell at Crossing Jingmen"
Poems of the Yellow River
When I climbed up to the Shuimen Tower, I saw my deceased friend Zhang Zhenqi's poem about the Yellow River , I was inspired by it
Cui Shu
My friend Southeast Mei heard about people who climbed up this building and passed away along the river, leaving their books on the wall.
Yan Zi is really hiding, thank you for your long journey. The breeze is the first time, and the worries are gone.
Time and writing are ancient, and the mountains and rivers are lonely. The Yellow River can be seen in the sky.
The year of wandering is getting late, and things are desolate in autumn. The sky is too high to ask, so I go on the boat with my tears.