1, braving the wind and waves sometimes, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea-Li Bai's "Difficult to Walk"
2. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. -Li Bai's "Early Sending of Baidicheng"
4. Li Bai wanted to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
5, smoke and water are good, and relatives are miserable. The situation is that the beads are carrying passengers, that is, berthing the sail embankment. The sand goose goes with the boat, and the frog crows around the shore. At this time, there is still a smell, and you must lie in the west. -Du Mu's "Early Detention and Posting"
6. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
7. The water is cold, and the wind blows from the north south of the forest. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. I walked forward. I cried until my tears ran out and I returned to the sky. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. -Meng Haoran's Early Cold Pregnancy
8. I don't know that the meaning of drunkenness is not in the water, and the boat is full of dreams. -Tang Wenru's Cao Qinghu in Longyang County
9. Wild trails are black, and rivers are bright. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
10, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bell to the passenger ship. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.
1 1, Cangxi County, Fujian Province, is cold and rainy. I was worried about slipping on horseback and pretended to row back. Green cherishes mountains and peaks, and yellow knows oranges and pomelo. The river is comfortable, sit still and relax. -Du Fu's "Release the Ship"
12, Lonely Boat Moon in Fenglin, Zhengke Center. The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep. -Wang Changling, "Listen to the Flowing Tone"
13, an old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
14, the mountain turned to listen to the mourning of apes, and the river ran for the night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. (www. LZ 13. cn)—— Meng Haoran's From a Stop in Tonglu to a Friend in Yangzhou.
15, the rain brought by the spring tide came late and came in a hurry, and no one crossed the boat in the wild. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
16, Jason Wu, as a hometown, is connected with water, so it's impossible for you to go to Chunjiang. Where do the sails anchor at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran's "Send Du Fourteen Down to Jiangnan"
17, there is snow in Xiling outside the window, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the gate. -Du Fu's quatrains
18, the spring water on the long embankment is green and leisurely, and it flows into the Zhanghe River. Don't listen to the voice urging you to go. You can't sail in a shallow place like Taoxi. -Wang Zhihuan's "Banquet Speech"
19, thousands of feet's silk hangs straight, and ten thousand waves only move one wave. Shui Han fish don't eat in the quiet night, and the boat is full and empty. -Decheng's The Boat and the Monk
20. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun was fading and old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"