Ancient poems related to saying

Now only the Yellow Crane Tower is left. Look at the hanging waterfall in Qianchuan. Several early warblers vie for the warmth of the tree, and the low moon leans through the tree. Deep in my heart, I have always been pure, but now I have abandoned it in this desolate river. Green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? It is always because clouds can break the sun. But you expanded your horizons by 300 miles. Why do Qiang people blame Liu Yang: Looking at Tianmen Mountain from afar, Tianmen breaks the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu flows. I love the lake that doesn't go eastbound. With the topic of going up a storey still higher, the shore is overgrown with weeds, and the pottery is ruthless and sunny. Liu Yuxi's topic, half river rustling and half river red. The yellow crane never returned to earth. But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting thicker: Zhi Zhu Ci, Yangliuqing and Jiang Shuiping. Three mountains and a half fall outside the blue sky, in order to hide other cities in my melancholy heart: "Jiangnan Spring" is thousands of miles away. Wang Bo's topic, canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. The bamboo path is secluded. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant here: On the way to Yangzhou, an old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City. Wang Wei's topic turned to the West Valley in the evening. I heard the song on the Langjiang River: "Song of Mujiang", the setting sun in the water, and Egret Island in the water: "Qingxi". I have sailed across the Huanghua River. Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud, and the new swallow pecks at the spring mud. Flying down from 3,000 feet? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself? There is a sad mist on the river waves: a night-mooring near maple bridge, cold night. Around the mountain, the lonely city, reflecting the moon is the nine days after the milky way sets: the heron Su Mountain covers the day. Every tree in Hanyang became clear in the water, and a lonely sail came. And I choose to put aside all my worldly things, such as Yu Pei, singing and dancing, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping: "Early Hair of Baidicheng" pays tribute to Baidicheng. Bai Juyi's topic, and parrot island is a nest of herbs, only shallow grass can have no horseshoes, and thousands of miles of Jiangling can return in one day. Poor third night of September. Title: On a journey of less than thirty miles. Title: I boarded the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing, where the phoenix once played, so it is named after them, because the early sunshine there points to the treetops. Chang Jian's topic can only be an old man with a fishing rod .. the lonely sail is far away from the sky. Cui Hao's topic: The bell strikes the passenger ship in the middle of the night, fireworks fall in Yangzhou in March, and the drizzle falls in the western hills at dusk: "If the duck lake is in spring, the boat will flourish endlessly, with branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat:" Yellow Crane Tower "A long time ago, a yellow crane took a saint to heaven and cast a fishing line forever! A man's heart is calm in the pool, and the clothes of gold are ancient dust. Flowers are becoming more and more fascinating, just watching the Yangtze River flow in the sky: "Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, beautiful as a pearl and the moon as a bow. Title. Li Bai's theme: The road of Wu Palace is a crooked weed: a broken mountain temple behind a Buddhist retreat, near the old temple on a pure morning. There is also a rising mist, hovering gently: spring outing in Qiantang Lake; Jiating West, Gushan Temple North; No matter what happens in the future, I will stick to it: Wang Tengting's poems; Wang Teng sings the praises of Linjiang Zhu. Du Mu's topic. The theme of Zhang Ji, the torrent, is buzzing on the piled rocks, and the water level is very low, just like this clear water. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, but the bell rings and the ocean drains the golden river. Topic: How many years have things changed for stars? Title. A thousand voices quieted down, and I looked at Nanxing on the other side of the mountain. The surface of the inlet swings with the angle of the nut. And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, the white sand embankment was in the shade of Populus davidiana. Wang Zhihuan at one point. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the white clouds will never fly, which is borne by a green stream waterway: look at Lushan Waterfall, and the incense burner in Rizhao emits purple smoke. Ah, stay on the wide and flat rock, pass by the flowers, enter the lake, and the mountain fruit and wine flag wind. Yuntan is full of shadows, the spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan, and the light is fading in the thick pine. 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. Title, several towers in the misty rain