Climb the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing.
There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.
Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, and Egret Island is wet.
Always cover your eyes with floating white, and hide his city from my melancholy heart.
This poem was written by Li Bai, singing and sighing with what he saw and felt when he boarded the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing. It combines eternal historical changes with legendary stories far away from home, expressing his deep historical feelings and sober realistic thinking. This poem has lofty charm and long style, which embodies the artistic characteristics of Li Bai's poems.
Other ancient poems describing Nanjing:
1, Five Questions of Jinling Stone City
The mountains are still the same, surrounded by abandoned ancient capitals, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as in the past.
On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.
2. Five topics of Wuyi Lane in Jinling
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
3. Jiangnan Spring
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
4. Jinling nostalgia
Decadent music "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" came together with Chen's fate; The lookout party in Jingyang Palace was filled with empty space. ?
The cemetery trees in the cemetery cover the graves of many officials in previous dynasties; High and low young crops filled the palaces of the Six Dynasties.
The snail spreads Yun Ni's wings, and it rains for a while and clears up for a while; The finless porpoise added fuel to the flames in the river. The night was deep and a cold wind came.
The emperors of past dynasties are gone forever, and the luxurious imperial life has disappeared without a trace. Only the surrounding green hills are the same as they were then.