Appreciation of ancient poems praising the Yangtze River

Author: Mao Zedong only drinks Changsha water and eats Wuchang fish. Across the Yangtze River, you can see the endless sky. No matter how rough the storm is, it is better to walk around leisurely. You should be more relaxed today. Zi Zaichuan said: The deceased is like a husband! As soon as the wind blows, the tortoise and snake calm down, and the grand plan has been set. A bridge flies north and south, and the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare. Set up the stone wall of Xijiang River, cut off the Yu Yun of Wushan, and let Gaoxia go out of Pinghu. Goddess should be safe, and the world is different now. Let Bai Di City go early, and Li Bai bid farewell to Bai Di Caiyun and Jiangling, a thousand miles a day. Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying. The canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. The Wushan Mausoleum of Wushan Gaozheng Stone Art is too clear, and the class is cut into pieces. When it rains, clouds are growing. The dangerous peak enters the bird path, and the deep valley inclines the ape. Don't have any visitors, stay long and climb high. There are two high songs in Wushan, and the twelve Wufeng peaks in the seven miles of Shenquan come to echo. Overlooking Pipa Gorge, overlooking Yunyutai. Ancient tea depends on the sky, and the waterfall comes every day. Why did the night ape suddenly cry, and Wang Jing's pillow opened. Goddess set in Gaotang and Wushan. Pei Huiyu, Grace Ford chased him. Movie Jiang Qianluo, Foreign Minister of Lei Shengxia. There is no auspicious rhyme, and the pavilion is pale. The height of Wushan Mountain means that Lu can't look at Wushan Mountain, but at the next dynasty. Don't rap about the difference between an ape tree and a fairy cloud. Surging waves and chaotic veins, showers and dark peaks. Touch the petticoat here, love is far away. The height of Wushan is high, but it is not extremely high. Dark valleys are suspicious of wind and rain, and dark rocks are like ghosts and gods. In the Ming Dynasty, the Three Gorges started and the tide flooded Jiang Chun. To ask the evening on the balcony, you should know the dreamer. Wushan Gao Liu Chu Wushan show, green apes crow day and night. Wan Chun Shu He, Twelve Blue Peaks He. The canyon rises under the clouds, and it rains at dusk in Jiang Lai. The balcony leads directly to the road, and you are not afraid of falling in love with home. Seeing Badong in Huangfuran Wuxia, Wushan Mountain, is half empty. The cloud hides the goddess pavilion, and the rain reaches the Chu Palace. Evening, spring arrival, welcoming trees of the same color. Qing apes don't listen, mid-September. Twelve peaks in Wushan and Li Duan are all in the sky. Round clouds covered the sun, and it was drizzling. The ape sound is colder than water, and the trees are even empty at dusk. Worried about looking at Gao Tang, looking at the palace of Chu Qingqiu. Wushan is higher than rivers and mountains, with no morning clouds and melodious clouds. There is no sunset rain on the rivers and mountains, and the rain is endless. Song Yu relied on talents to build a high Tang Dynasty with clouds. Self-esteem and literary fame, debauchery belongs to Chu Xiang. Twelve peaks in Hubei will always be the hometown of monsters. There are two high mountains in Wushan, which are located in the upper gorge of Bashan Mountain in Meng Jiao, with steep balcony and twelve peaks. When Jing Wong was shooting at Wuyiyun, she dreamed that Wushan Goddess was lying high in Yan Luowang at night. Clouds, rainbows and rain wet the goddess' face, and the thin goddess of the moon star became a gap in the clouds. I can't see my eyes, but I can't see my eyes. The ape cried three tears and touched my clothes. See all Wan Li, don't smell three apes. But there is an elegant soul in the rain. Chu Xiang hated the Millennium and left Song Yuyan behind. Today, in the twilight, the cloud is a boudoir. Wushan is high in Li Hebi, high in the sky, and the river is rolling and smoking. Chu soul is full of dreams, and the breeze is full of rain and moss. Yao Ji has been gone for thousands of years, and lilacs and bamboos cry for old apes. The ancient temple is cold in recent months, and the pepper flowers are red and wet in the clouds. Wushan is high, the witch is high, the rain is dusk, the clouds are shining, and the king of Chu is haggard and eager to sell. Autumn apes howl at dusk, and red clouds and purple smoke condense the old walls. Thousands of rocks and valleys are full of flowers, but I'm afraid Fang Fei won't be active. I don't know how many people have lost their autumn feelings after this ancient pedestrian trip. Shen Yun Temple is far from being found, with twelve peaks soaring into the sky. Chu Fei sighed that Zhang Jiyun had just sunk into the river, and the king was far away in Yunmenglin. There are many dark flags in Jiang Nanyu, and the audience faces the spring water. In front of zhanghua Temple, all nations face the world, and your heart is endless. Chu soldiers can chase birds everywhere, but who can follow them with one suit? The Xijiang River is dreaming, and the elk should return to the palace when they are dead. Guo Xian Li Hefeng's dictionary of Xianghe Pavilion is later than Huajing's, which has the shadow of Jinshan. The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge. The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu and jade sand scales. Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond. Harmony songs, copper finches, prostitutes, Wu candles, autumn colors, Xiling full of green grass, complicated strings and urgent pipes, a deep sense of pleasure. You can't dance with long sleeves, but you are tearful to the wind. Zhu Guangbi, a bronze bird prostitute, and Zhu Guangbi, a bronze bird prostitute in Wang Wei, have a bright sunset. When I see the Xiling tree, I can't dance with my heart. Zhu Fang, a prostitute of Bronze Sparrow, hates singing and swallowing, and is worried that it is too late to turn over her sleeves. Xiling is dying, and now my heart is breaking. Before the bitter cold, I wrote two poems by Du Fu. In the Han Dynasty, it snowed ten feet in Chang 'an, and horses and cattle were as cold as hedgehogs. The ice in Wuxia of Chu River is in my arms, and the cry of tiger and leopard is unforgettable. Qin Cheng is Lao Yang's guest and used to steam the old. Xuanrong is angry or angry, but he dare not release it with white hands. Last year, it snowed in the mountains in Bai Di, and this year, it snowed on the ground in Bai Di. The frozen burial dragon shrinks in Nanpu, and the cold air blows the skin, and the north wind benefits. Chu people wear linen all the year round, but Wan Li has no splendor. Three feet of black feet were afraid of breaking, so xi sent him home. Two songs about harmony and post-bitter cold, Du Fu's Nanji witch stays endlessly, and Taikoo Li has no feet of snow. Barbarian elders complain of bitter cold, and Kunlun Tianguan's frost should be broken. The mysterious ape's mouth can't sing, the white stork's wings droop and bleed, and the spring mud is everywhere. At night, Jiangmen throws trees, and at night, the wind blows the white house. Mountain soldiers broke Qinghai Rong, killed the south and walked on the Kunming axis, neither bitter nor cold. Ling Dai was born in Badong Valley, and people in Bicang Huixuan learned this. Zhao Jun, a geisha in the Qin Dynasty, complained that Bai Juyi and Fei Ming were the most graceful, and they should be four stars in the pepper room. In those days, I had to prepare for the palace, and I never waited on the screen at night. Seeing that you are obsessed with pictures, you know that Quna is good for Lu Ting. Since your kindness is as thin as paper, you don't have to hate painters all the time. Liu Quan Song Lijilan's concubine in the Three Gorges of Qin Qugeci lives in Wushan Cloud and often hears the sound of flowing water in Wushan. Qin Yu suddenly appeared and turned around, as if listening in a dream. The Three Gorges flows thousands of miles in spring and then flows into the boudoir. Stones rushed to the cliff, pointing to the afterlife, and Hinami rose in the waves. At first, it was suspected that the spewing contained thunder wind, but it seemed to be sobbing. Back to the turbulent and winding wrasse, it will be exhausted, and then it will drip into Pingsha. Recalling this song written by Ruan Gong, Zhong Rong couldn't listen enough. One shot after another, hoping to continue like Liu Quan Town. Who dares to go to Qutang in May because of the turmoil in Baicheng, Jingzhou? There are many clues in reeling Jingzhou wheat when it is ripe and cocooned into moths. I can't help calling Gu Fei. Miscellaneous songs, bamboo branches, Gu Kuang, Cang Wu does not return, Jing is under the leaves of Dongting. After Ba people sang bamboo sticks at night, the sounds of heartbroken apes faded. Miscellaneous songs and bamboo branches are Bai Juyi, the mouth of Qutang Gorge is low in cold smoke, and Baidicheng travels westward in the first month. Singing to the throat of bamboo branches, cold apes and fine birds crow for a while. Who is Zhuzhi complaining about? They rest and smell in the quiet mountains at night. The savage girls sang in unison, worried about killing Jiang Lou and making him king. The Badong ship went to Brazil, which was rough and stormy. Polygonum hydropiper is cold safflower, and the wet leaves of Gracilaria are green. Who sings bamboo branches by the river, the sound before is broken and the sound after is late. Most of these strange words are poems written by Sima Zhoutong. Miscellaneous songs, bamboo shoots, plums, fast-flowing water in Jingmen Beach, and apes on both sides of the strait are full of smoke. Watanabe should have been an official when he was young, but Xiling could not be returned when the moon set. The martial arts clouds open the goddess temple, and the shadows of the red trees in Qingchi are uneven. When I was in prison, I asked each other from the beginning that there was no parting at the seaside. There are thousands of trees in stone walls, and white clouds cover hibiscus. In the last year of Zhao Junxi, Shan Juan had the strongest color. The twelve peaks want to be lower in the first month, and the crows are empty on the banks of the river. Lonely boat returned to the East overnight, tears spilled in the spring breeze, remembering Jian Xi. The Song of Miscellaneous Songs In front of Sun Guangxian, there are bamboo branches, white flowers in spring, and no boats on the shore. The merchant woman crossed the river to die, and left the leftovers to feed the crow. The messy rope is deeply knotted, and the farther you go, the farther you look. Willow hangs in the heart, lotus root falls to see lotus heart. Gao Lu, Wushan, worships the witch cave, which is gloomy and towering. White clouds hold dangerous stones, and mysterious apes hang their heads. The cliff stirred up huge waves, and the fragile leaves oscillated and soared. Don't have a balcony, it is stormy. The movie "Wushan Ji Wang" falls into Qianhe River, and Foreign Minister Lei Shengxia. There is no auspicious rhyme, and the pavilion is pale. Chen Ziliang, who stayed in Zhu Jiang in autumn, walks alone every day. Water mist rises from one side, and autumn colors fall on both sides of the wind forest. The mountain shadow is black and moraine is broken, and the moon shadow is cold. How to comfort my hometown thousands of miles away? "Wushan Gao" (a poem by Yan Fu) Yan didn't notice that Wushan Gao had risen for half a day, and the cliff was almost the same. You don't see the green screen of Wushan, and the clear water of Xiangjiang River comes around the mountain. Trees are shaded by trees, spring is bright, moon gorge is bright, and red flowers cover white clouds. There is no fixed position on the stage facing the cloud, and there is a fairy among them. The fairy flies with fairy bones, showing no brilliance. If you want to send rain to the Tang Dynasty, you will enter the dream of King Jing tonight. The dream of loving flowers, the red curtain on the pillow mat started from the dream. Pity the crying ape and say Wushan is my home. Wushan is very high in Shandong, so you can't see Wushan. Look at the atmosphere of the next dynasty. Don't rap about the difference between an ape tree and a fairy cloud. Surging waves and chaotic veins, showers and dark peaks. Touch the petticoat here, love is far away. Wushan Mountain is high in Zhang Jiuling. Wushan is near the sky and the smoke scene is evergreen. Here, the king of Chu dreamed of a goddess spirit. The goddess has been gone for a long time, and her sex is empty. Only apes are screaming, but the wailing is inaudible. Wuxia Yang Jiong Three Gorges is 700 Li Long. The heavy rocks are not extremely thick, and the mountains are green. Cliffs are natural barriers, and berries are rotten. You can see clearly at night, and there is no wind and waves. Being loyal to what I do, rowing can't hurt. Can be a mainstay, can float in Lvliang. Where is the beauty now? Ganoderma lucidum has only fragrance. The night apes crow in Shan Ye, and the guest tears touch the petticoats. Yang Jiong is in Wan Ren, the cliff of Xiling Gorge, and the long waves travel thousands of miles. The board door is thin, and the south China is surging. The capital of Chu was once full of flowers, and the high hills looked at it. Once Qin Jun invaded, Yiling was submerged by fire. The four dimensions are no longer fixed, and it is difficult to rely on it. Dongting was suddenly embarrassed, but Meng Men was not there. Since ancient times, water has flowed into the gorge. Travel and talk, the wind and waves are endless. And in the land of Yujian, the magnificent letter is beautiful. If mountains and rivers have spirits, a thousand years will reach out to friends. The title is Wushan Rain (Shen Quanqi's poem. The goddess Song went to Gaotang, and the sun set in Wushan. Pei Hui had a rain, and he fell in love with King Jing. Movie Jiang Qianluo, Foreign Minister of Lei Shengxia. There is no auspicious rhyme, and the pavilion is pale. Wang Zhaojun (Shen Quanqi's poem): Song Feijun is not a concubine and is jealous of Emei. Luck is arrogance, ruthlessness is a painter. Marry Hu Diri, not Han Palace. It's hard and boring, so it's hard to quit.