If the husband rains heavily, even the moon can't be opened; Evil wind whistling, turbid waves emptying; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is bad and ruined; Twilight is boundless, tigers roar and apes crow. When you go to the temple building, you are homesick, sad, sad and sad.
If it is spring, it is calm and the sky is high and the clouds are light; Sha Ou, travel, shore zhi, lush. Or the long smoke is exhausted, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the light is shining, the static shadow is sinking, and the fishing songs are answered. How happy I am! When you arrive at Dunsi Building, you will feel relaxed and happy, forget the humiliation, and leave the wine in the wind, which will make you feel happy.
-Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower" Dongting Lake is crystal clear and vast. Throughout the ages, it has been recorded and described countless times. As early as the Warring States period, the great poet Qu Yuan repeatedly recited the beautiful Dongting Lake in his poems, such as "Going to Dongting Lake and Going to Dongting Lake" to express his condolences; In Xiang Jun, Kuaibudao Xi Dongting; In "Mrs. Xiang", "The autumn wind blows and the waves in Dongting are under the leaves". In his poems "Xiang Jun" and "Lady Xiang", Qu Yuan described Dongting Lake as a haunt of immortals according to folklore: a pair of beautiful love gods, cruising on the blue waves of Dongting Lake in the autumn wind, riding a light Guizhou and playing beautiful flutes. Xiang Jun used lotus, fragrant branches, Du Heng, purple shell, osmanthus tree, magnolia flower, magnolia flower and Ficus pumila, which are special products in Dongting area, and built a fragrant palace in the water to welcome Mrs Xiang.
"Dongting is the water of the world and Yueyang is the building of the world", with its majestic momentum and long historical connotation, has become a popular place for poets and poets since the Tang Dynasty, and gradually formed a special meaning with the main tradition of worrying about the country and helping the world. Besides Fan Zhongyan's famous Yueyang Tower, there are many excellent poems about Dongting Lake and Yueyang Tower in history. Below we will select some exquisite works for you.
Song Wenzhi of Dongting Lake is the best place to reach Dongting Lake.
In the middle of the first grade, I can't tell things clearly.
Where is the crystal dazzling, where is the desire.
Ling Guangyan, especially Geng Tianwu.
Zhang Lexuan came to the emperor and asked to see Miao Yuxia.
Chen Chu mourns the fallen leaves, and Yao women weep.
Shan Ye products Jiujiang Run, the mountains wear five mountains.
The wind makes the fish jump, and the clouds and geese sing.
A person, with floods, Hao will be different from others.
It is always said that the atmosphere is turbid, and the age is for entertainment.
If you want to retire, it will be more futile than a doctor.
It is said that the tour of Dongting Lake is divided into two parts.
Drums ride Zhu Qing, while Fung Cham makes white clouds.
Cold weather in the river is the same color, and still water is heavy.
The tree sat on the ape and screamed, and the sand went into the heron.
The source of the spot is dense, and the path is full of green radish.
The hole should be empty, and the maple forest should be smoked.
The two children have a panacea, and they are willing to take it and provide it to the wise king.
Dongting Lake's letter to the Prime Minister Haoran is here for the eighth month, and heaven is an air.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Accompanied Ye, assistant minister of our uncle's punishment department, and Jia Sheren, a Chinese scholar, to visit Dongting Lake and Li Bai's Dongting Lake to see the Chu River in the west. The water was gone, but there were no clouds in the south.
In the sunset, Changsha is far in autumn, and I don't know where to hang the Xiang army.
Deng Yueyang Tower Du Fu I have heard of Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I have finally climbed this tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
Who will do it between Yueyang Tower and Hanyu Dongting Kyushu?
Nanhui group cliff water, how unrestrained the north note.
Looking at Dongting Lake in the distance, Liu Yuxi's lake light and autumn moon set each other off in interest, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
Besides crossing the sea in Dongting Lake, Yuan Zhen also went to Dongting Lake.
Ride the wind and waves, sink to the west, swallow the air and pick up the Shuhe River.
The dangerous patrol is actually safe, and Le Xuan has been there.
It's just that at the foot of Junshan, there are many strong winds.
The waves across the Dongting Lake in Peishuo are high and windy, so it's too late to hang them.
Speaking of worrying places, it's like fighting at a bad time.
Fish and dragons are unpredictable, and thunderstorms are doubtful.
At this time, I am a rogue and don't want to think.
Climb Yueyang Tower (1)
Dongjiang is in Dongting, Chen is in the west, the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late.
Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk.
Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.
In the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad.
Nian Nujiao crossing Dongting Zhang Xiaoxiang Dongting grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, is even more disgraceful. Jade boundary is 30 thousand hectares, give me a boat. The moon is shining, the Milky Way is shining, both inside and outside. It's hard to tell you the beauty of happiness with your heart.
It should be that I miss Linghai for many years, and I am alone, and my courage is ice and snow. Short hair and thin sleeves are cold, steady and broad. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.