"Yellow Crane Tower" Author: Cui Hao In the past, people had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green. Where is the hometown gate at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad. Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty The lake is level in August, and the emptiness is mixed with the clearness. Steaming clouds and dreamy lakes are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. Climbing the Yueyang Tower, Du Fu, Tang DynastyIn the past, I heard about the water in Dongting, and now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower. To the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night. There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people. The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows. Climbing the Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve, Tang Dynasty Li Bai: From the tower, you can see the end of Yueyang, and the Sichuan River opens up to the Dongting Palace. The geese lead away the sorrow, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon. Staying in the clouds, receiving cups in the sky. After getting drunk, the cool breeze blows and people dance on their sleeves. View of Yueyang Tower at Night by Cui Jue of the Tang Dynasty Amidst the water and clouds thousands of miles away, the fishing boat returns like a ping. Upstairs, the north wind blows obliquely, and the western sun in the lake holds the mountain upside down. Huaisha is full of hateful people, and the emperor is free to play music and play music silently. What's the matter? Still watching at dusk, there are several rows of smoke trees and bushes. Yueyang Tower Liu Changqing It’s been a long time since we reached the clear stream, and the clouds and shadows of the mountains are rugged. The returning guests in front of the building complained about the autumn dream, and the beauty on the lake doubted the night song. Sitting alone, high up in the sky, the wind is strong, the flat lake is dim and the moon is bright. In the end, a boat was loaded with woodcutter, and the sails were filled with white waves. Chu is surrounded by mountains. The peaks and forest gullies in its southwest are particularly beautiful. The one who looks awe-inspiring yet profound is Langya. After walking six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water flowing out between the two peaks, which is called Ningquan. On the winding road, there is a pavilion standing over the spring, which is called the Drunkard Pavilion. Who built the pavilion? The monk of the mountain is Zhixian. Who is named? The prefect calls himself. The prefect and his guests came here to drink, and they often got drunk after drinking. He was also the oldest, so he called himself the drunkard. The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers is the wine contained in the heart. If the sun rises and the forest falls, the clouds return and the caves become dark, the changes in darkness and brightness are like morning and evening in the mountains. The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the beautiful trees are beautiful and shaded, the wind and frost are noble and pure, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless. As for the losers who sing on the road, and the travelers who rest in the trees, the former calls, and the latter responds, and those who support and support each other, and go back and forth without stopping, are Chu people traveling. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat. The spring is brewed into wine, the spring is fragrant and the wine is tart; the mountain delicacies are mixed with wild asparagus and aged beforehand, which is also the prefect's banquet. The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is in the middle, the one who plays chess wins, the one who drinks wine (gōng) crosses each other, the one who stands up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests. Anyone with pale face and white hair who seems to be slumped indicates that the prefect is drunk. The Zuiweng Pavilion in the Jiangnan style of the Song Dynasty has already set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the governor has returned and the guests have followed. The woods are dark, the songs are rising and falling, the tourists are gone and the birds are enjoying themselves. However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they do not know the joy of people; people know the joy of traveling from the prefect, but they do not know the joy of the prefect. He who can enjoy himself when he is drunk and can write about it when he is awake is a prefect. Who does the governor call? Luling Ouyang Xiuye.
In the Pavilion of the Prince of Teng, Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, the banquet of spring is spread out, and the branches are wild and the drums are filled with emotion and thunder. Thousands of curtains hanging from the towers are joined by blue clouds, and thousands of sails are breaking through the waves. The fighting spirit of the two dragons and oxen has not yet been discovered, and a couch and beams are hanging high. Lian Yue controls Bazhi What's the matter? Pearls, green and sand are urging me everywhere. Accept me~~·