Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
In the empty and desolate old palace, there is only the lonely brilliant red of Hua Gong.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
The once resplendent ancient palace is desolate and desolate, and the gorgeous flowers in the palace bloom in loneliness. The surviving white-haired ladies-in-waiting sat around talking about Xuanzong anecdotes.
2. At Helen's cabin
Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Sunset gradually sets beside the mountain, and the surging Yellow River rushes to the sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, please climb the building again.
3, "Early Baidicheng" Author: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
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.
Translation:
In the morning, I bid farewell to the towering Patty City. Jiangling, thousands of miles away, is only a day's boat ride.
Apes on both sides of the strait are still crowing in their ears, and unconsciously the canoe has passed the Thousand Peaks.
4, "To Wang Lun" Author: Li Bai
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Translation:
Li Bai was about to travel by boat when he heard singing on the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Lake is as deep as thousands of feet, it can't compare with what Wang Lun did to me.
5, "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" by Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Translation:
The old friend said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower and went east, and drifted to Yangzhou, where fireworks were woven in March.
The sail shadow gradually disappeared at the junction of water and sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River water rushing on the horizon.