Tengwang Pavilion [Tang Dynasty] Wang Bo
The high pavilion of Tengwang is near Jiangzhu, wearing jade and singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows in Xianyuntan Lake are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved?
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
Wanghai Tower [Song Dynasty] Mi Fu
The iron urn between the clouds is close to the blue sky, and the misty flying towers are connected hundreds of feet.
The sound of the Three Gorges River flows at the bottom of the pen, and the shadow of the sails of the Six Dynasties falls in front of the bottle.
Several times I draw a corner to remind me of the red sun, and white smoke rises from Cangzhou without incident.
Where is the sudden memory of enjoying the scenery? The spring breeze and autumn moon are at a loss.
Climbing to Xiantai [Song Dynasty] Lu You
The misty terraces press the city wall, leaning on the staff to watch the mighty spring.
Let go of the thousand-mile sight before the bottle, wash away the empty clothes and collect the dust for ten years.
The lingering water embraces the peaceful spirit, and the distant mountains seem to contain people.
I am even more happy that my wits are gone, and the gulls and herons are also making love on the beach.