Poetry about Dongjiang 1. A passage describing Dongjiang River

The lake in Dongjiang Lake is misty, with 810.2 billion cubic meters of water crystal clear. The scenic spot has a pleasant climate, beautiful water and charming scenery in Shan Qi, and the ornamental projects are integrated into one, which has the characteristics of male, strange, beautiful, gorgeous and interesting. The main scenic spots in Dongjiang Lake Scenic Area are: foggy Dongjiang River, majestic Dongjiang Dam, Dongjiang Lake, Hougushan Waterfall, Lingyan Cave, Cuiyongxia and Orchard Scenery, which is known as "Oriental Switzerland"; In Swan Mountain or National Forest Park, beautiful scenery, clouds of trees, gurgling streams, birds and animals, birds and flowers make visitors deeply appreciate the fresh breath of nature. Take a boat down from the lower reaches of Dongjiang Dam, which is the scenic spot of Chengjiangkou with Danxia landform. However, visitors feel relaxed and happy when they see the precipice of Yan Dan and the lush bamboo and wood all over the banks.

Dongjiang rafting can simultaneously launch about 1000 people. Every 10 people take a drifting boat in a small group, which is like crossing the Yangtze River with thousands of troops, and it is likely to attack the city and pull out the village. After getting on the drifting boat, drag it to the rapids with an electric boat. The journey of this section of water is about 1 hour, and you can enjoy steep mountains, flowing mountains, towering old trees and dense virgin forests. Looking at the bottom of the water, the beauty of a pool is like a song that says, "Small bamboo rafts are in the middle of the river and walking on both sides of towering green mountains." The most unforgettable thing for tourists in still water area is "water attack war"-water war. There is no reason for "peace" and "humility" here. All rafting boat members must unite and have a clear division of labor to crack down on "neighboring countries".

In addition to enjoying the scenery of Dongjiang, tourists can also take part in some adventurous, quiet and carefree tourism projects, such as Dongjiang rafting, water skydiving, seaplane, jet skiing, lakeside fishing, hot spring bathing, etc., which can be called "the first eco-tourism in China" and make you nervous and restless.

Dongjiang drifting has four remarkable characteristics: first, Dongjiang drifting is primitive in ecology, surrounded by green hills on both sides, surrounded by primitive secondary forests, with many strange rocks and shallow water. The whole drifting gives people the pleasure of adventure, exploration, curiosity and fun, so it is unanimously praised as "the first drifting in China" and "the first drifting in Asia-Pacific" by the tourism industry and the press. Second, the Dongjiang drifting beach is choppy, brave and thrilling. Large and small rapids 108, among which the rapids with the largest drop are 5m. Thirdly, the drifting season of Dongjiang River is long, generally starting from the end of April and ending at the beginning of 10, which lasts for half a year. This is because two power stations have been developed on Zheshui River, which have the function of regulating water quantity for drifting. When the water rises in spring and summer, the power station will block the gate to store water; When there is water shortage in autumn, the power station will open the gate to release water. Therefore, through the regulation of the power station, the drifting time is prolonged. The fourth feature is that there is a unique artificial drifting slide in the world during Dongjiang drifting, with a length of 336 meters and an average slope of 5 degrees. With such beautiful scenery, Dongjiang rafting is naturally admired and appreciated by people.

2. Jianghu good words and sentences

Poem fragments of Dongjiang Lake in Chenzhou

I remember those sentences. That's great. I wrote it hundreds of years ago.

Picturesque. This kind of scenery travels through time and space, and it will not move for thousands of years. It's beautiful. Silence.

A piece of debris crossed the field, and no ship crossed it by itself.

What is this picture? Dreamy and picturesque, I should have seen it, but I can't remember it.

Like a fragment, a memory fragment, a dream fragment. No, it's not. It should be a fragment of past lives, a fragment of Tang poetry!

Recently, my mood has been ups and downs, such as the storm in South Guangdong, and I have been sad. The sky in Guangzhou is dark and striking, and all I see is sadness and trance.

I really want to find a paradise, a girl without sadness, or a cup of forgetting medicine to keep all the sadness and pain away from me.

This is really a paradise. So quiet and peaceful. In the new sunshine, quietly.

Ye Zhou is quietly moored in the dense shade, and the weeds on the shore are moistened by the rain, which is even more lovely.

Suddenly, one or two orioles passed by the bamboo forest. Before I could raise my camera, they were already submerged in the dense green bamboo sea.

This river runs through the heavens and the earth, where are the colors of the mountains?

This vast water has been flowing eastward without end. The Yangtze River, then the sea.

People in love the water always love this weak but indomitable momentum. How many drops of water can make this quiet lake, vast river and boundless sea?

Being in the mountains and rivers and looking up at the vast universe, I only feel a drop in the ocean. But in my heart, I am actually happy. I have the will to go with the flow and want to give myself to the wind.

Three chardonnay scattered into odd pieces, chengjiang quiet as practice.

I said I would get up early to watch the sunrise. In my imagination, it should be mist, condensed on the river. The red sun, so weak, scattered with red light.

But in the early days. Before the sun came out, the morning fog on the river had risen halfway up the mountain. The distant mountains disappeared into the mist. Just like this sentence, "Yu Xia is scattered into cockroaches, and Chengjiang is as quiet as practice."

The last two sentences of Xie Tiao's poems are "Only when you have feelings will you miss your hometown. No one can change it. " Unfortunately, I am not a returnee, but a passer-by.

The smoke is empty, and the beach is broken.

Month, like being crushed. There are vague shadows on the water.

The smoke on the small continent in the water is connected with the blue sky. The waves at the water's edge are loud, and the green water is dotted with several fishing nets.

I can't help but think of the last sentence of Huang Furan's "Gui Luo Shui": Who knows the singer, this meaning is long.

This situation is really suitable for singing. Let the song across the lake, suitable for such ethereal voice, echoing on the river for a long time. ...

We drove by, and everyone exclaimed-fairyland, fairyland.

In my opinion, this is the most beautiful scenery in the whole Dongjiang Lake-the misty Little Dongjiang River.

There are layers of fog on the river. Like a dream.

Unfortunately, it was sunny when we drove by the next day.

The fog is much lighter. Only a thin layer is left, and the yarn is usually laid on the river.

Take a strong picture of the last remnant fog with the camera. I'm not content.

So I told Sister Rong that we would come back when the autumn leaves were full and kumquat was full. Find a farmhouse, get up early in the morning and rent a boat. A boat floats in the dreamlike morning mist. Watching fishermen cast nets against the morning sun and paying attention to the warm green looming in the fog. ...

However, I don't insist. After all, I have seen such beautiful scenery. Just a quick glance.

3. Dongting Lake Poetry

There are many poems about Dongting Lake.

The author of Wang Dongting is Liu Yuxi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: the lake is full of moonlight, and there is no wind on the pool surface.

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate. The moonlight and water color of Dongting Lake blend together, and the lake is as calm as an unpolished bronze mirror.

Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, the landscape is as green as ink, like a green snail in a silver plate. The author of Rain in Xianyang is a writer in Tang Dynasty.

Its full-text poem is as follows: It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air. Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day.

It is raining in Mao Mao in xian yangqiao, hanging in the sky like a huge curtain, and fishing boats on the river can be seen through the confused rain curtain. This is like the water color of Dongting Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, and even the clouds after the rain will float to the sky in Yueyang City.

Zhang Yue, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, is the author of "Seeing the Beam in Dongting Mountain". Its full-text poem is as follows: Baling looks at the cave and autumn, and the water in the lonely peak rises day by day.

I heard that immortals can't meet, and their hearts are lingering with the lake. Looking at Dongting in Baling, autumn scenery can see Junshan floating alone on the water every day.

After I left you, it was like meeting a fairy, and my thoughts were as long as this vast lake. Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Traveling to Dongting with Uncle and Assistant after Drunk".

Its full-text poem is as follows: Good to see Junshan, good to disperse Hunan water. Baling didn't drink enough wine and got drunk together in the autumn of Dongting Lake.

Shovel off the standing Junshan Mountain in Dongting Lake and let the Hunan water flow freely. This endless lake is like endless wine, let's enjoy it and indulge in the autumn scenery in Dongting.

The author of To a Boy is Wen, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: rivers and seas meet and hate many things, and autumn leaves have waves.

Wine night farewell Huaiyin city, the moon shines on tall buildings. Wandering in rivers and lakes, I regret meeting you late, but I hate too much. Yellow leaves are fluttering, the wind is blowing in Dongting, and my heart is surging.

A bosom friend is not drunk, so don't go to Huaiyin at night. I wish you success like Han Xin. The moon shines on tall buildings, and you are in a cheerful mood. Sing a life song "Song of the Wind". Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote "Traveling in Dongting with Ye Lang, assistant minister of the punishments department of my uncle, and Jia Sheren, a Chinese calligrapher".

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Nanhu Lake is smokeless at autumn night and rides straight into the sky. Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily.

The autumn water in the South Lake is cold at night without water mist, as if it can ride the water waves to the blue sky in the Milky Way. We went to the Moon Palace to buy Dongting Lake on credit, and then went to Bai Yunbian by boat to buy osmanthus wine.

The author of Smelling the Flute on a Spring Night is Li Yi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the flute on a cold mountain calls for spring return, and the guests are moved to look at each other with tears.

Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn. The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the touched people can't help crying at each other.

The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn. Zhang Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote "Wandering with the King".

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Dongting in autumn and August, Xiaoxiang water flows north. The dream of returning to Wan Li is even more worrying.

You don't need to open a book, you should go to a restaurant. An old friend, Jing Luoman, will travel with you.

Dongting Lake in August is a school of autumn colors, and small water and ringing water slowly flow into the Dongting Lake in the north. I can't go home, I can only dream about my home thousands of miles away.

Travelling guests wake up from their dreams, feeling more lonely and sad. Don't open the cover of the book, just want to board the restaurant.

My friends are in Chang 'an and Luoyang. When can I swim with them? The author of My Unique Zong Yi is Liu Zongyuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: when the residual red is gone, the time is gloomy and tears flow across the river. The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life.

Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky. Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real.

Translation of "Where Are You Going?" Human affairs, ghosts and lonely shadows are doubly hurtful; There are tears on the bank of Liujiang River, and the brothers are crying. The traitor left Beijing to seize power, temporarily avoiding six thousand miles away; I was abandoned for a hundred years, and I was haggard and poor for the rest of my life.

Guiling is full of miasma in the mountains, and the dark clouds hang down a hundred epidemics; I'm glad to hear that Dongting is good and the water is bright and promising. The party only depends on Conan's dream, and acacia is willing to sleep; Fugue vaguely Jingmen, misty.

The author of Rain in Xianyang is a writer in Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air.

Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day. It is raining in Mao Mao in xian yangqiao, hanging in the sky like a huge curtain, and fishing boats on the river can be seen through the confused rain curtain.

This is like the water color of Dongting Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, and even the clouds after the rain will float to the sky in Yueyang City. Zhang Bao of Dongting Lake was written by Meng Haoran, a writer in Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: The lake here in August is in harmony with the sky. Another cloud passed through Yungu and Menggu, regretting Yueyang City.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

In August, Dongting Lake rose almost as high as the shore, and the water and sky were the same. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City.

I want to cross the lake, but I can't find the boat. I'm ashamed of the wise king in Ming Sheng's time. Sitting and watching how carefree the fishermen are, it's a pity that they can only have empty thoughts.

The author of "The Story of Climbing Yueyang Tower" is Chen, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Dongting is east of Jiangxi, and the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late.

Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk. Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.

In the ancient wind and frost, the old wooden waves are infinitely sad. The magnificent Yueyang Tower stands east of Dongting Lake and west of the Yangtze River. At sunset, there is no night breeze. The signboard on the pavilion remains the same, boarding the border of Wu and Shu (Jingzhou) and wandering in the dusk of lakes and mountains.

To avoid war, I traveled for three years and Wan Li. What's my mood today? Going upstairs to pay homage to the ancients, my temples are like frost. Looking at the ancient trees in the distant mountains, there is infinite sadness. Twelve Summers of Climbing Yueyang Tower was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

Its full-text poem is as follows: Yueyang is full of buildings, and the river is wide and wide. It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month.

On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky. The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return.

The translator climbed the Yueyang Tower, overlooking Shannan, Tian Yue, and got a panoramic view. The river flows into the vast distance, and Dongting Lake is endless.

Goose flies high, taking away the sad and depressed heart; The moon comes out of the mountain pass, and it seems that Junshan brings the happiness of reunion.

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The deciduous leaves are tight in the west wind, lonely and lonely, and the geese in Yunnan are rare.

The ancient road has been searched for old dreams, but Shen Yuan still hasn't taken off Tsing Yi.

Autumn frost flies to cotton white, and Feng Dan returns with tears.

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The bright moon window lattice is low and dead, and the yellow leaves are fluttering.

The table in the guest house is splashed with turbid wine, and the west window is cold and weeping.

Dream back to smoke to cover the road, windy and frosty to dress.

Lonely and faint crows surround the bald willow, and the branches are swaying.

5. Poetry related to Dongting Lake

There are many poems describing Dongting Lake. This paper collects some poems about Dongting Lake, which are listed as follows: Looking at Dongting Lake was written by Liu Yuxi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

Its full-text poem is as follows: the lake is full of moonlight, and there is no wind on the pool surface. Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

The moonlight and water color of Dongting Lake blend together, and the lake is as calm as an unpolished bronze mirror. Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, the landscape is as green as ink, like a green snail in a silver plate.

The author of Rain in Xianyang is a writer in Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air.

Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day. It is raining in Mao Mao in xian yangqiao, hanging in the sky like a huge curtain, and fishing boats on the river can be seen through the confused rain curtain.

This is like the water color of Dongting Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, and even the clouds after the rain will float to the sky in Yueyang City. Zhang Yue, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, is the author of "Seeing the Beam in Dongting Mountain".

Its full-text poem is as follows: Baling looks at the cave and autumn, and the water in the lonely peak rises day by day. I heard that immortals can't meet, and their hearts are lingering with the lake.

Looking at Dongting in Baling, autumn scenery can see Junshan floating alone on the water every day. After I left you, it was like meeting a fairy, and my thoughts were as long as this vast lake.

Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Traveling to Dongting with Uncle and Assistant after Drunk". Its full-text poem is as follows: Good to see Junshan, good to disperse Hunan water.

Baling didn't drink enough wine and got drunk together in the autumn of Dongting Lake. Shovel off the standing Junshan Mountain in Dongting Lake and let the Hunan water flow freely.

This endless lake is like endless wine, let's enjoy it and indulge in the autumn scenery in Dongting. The author of To a Boy is Wen, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: rivers and seas meet and hate many things, and autumn leaves have waves. Wine night farewell Huaiyin city, the moon shines on tall buildings.

Wandering in rivers and lakes, I regret meeting you late, but I hate too much. Yellow leaves are fluttering, the wind is blowing in Dongting, and my heart is surging. A bosom friend is not drunk, so don't go to Huaiyin at night. I wish you success like Han Xin. The moon shines on tall buildings, and you are in a cheerful mood. Sing a life song "Song of the Wind".

Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote "Traveling in Dongting with Ye Lang, assistant minister of the punishments department of my uncle, and Jia Sheren, a Chinese calligrapher". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Nanhu Lake is smokeless at autumn night and rides straight into the sky.

Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily. The autumn water in the South Lake is cold at night without water mist, as if it can ride the water waves to the blue sky in the Milky Way.

We went to the Moon Palace to buy Dongting Lake on credit, and then went to Bai Yunbian by boat to buy osmanthus wine. The author of Smelling the Flute on a Spring Night is Li Yi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: the flute on a cold mountain calls for spring return, and the guests are moved to look at each other with tears. Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.

The cold mountain plays the flute to call spring back to the earth, and the touched people can't help crying at each other. The geese that have stopped at Dongting Lake for countless nights are eager to fly north before dawn.

Zhang Wei, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote "Wandering with the King". The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Dongting in autumn and August, Xiaoxiang water flows north.

The dream of returning to Wan Li is even more worrying. You don't need to open a book, you should go to a restaurant.

An old friend, Jing Luoman, will travel with you. Dongting Lake in August is a school of autumn colors, and small water and ringing water slowly flow into the Dongting Lake in the north.

I can't go home, I can only dream about my home thousands of miles away. Travelling guests wake up from their dreams, feeling more lonely and sad.

Don't open the cover of the book, just want to board the restaurant. My friends are in Chang 'an and Luoyang. When can I swim with them?

The author of My Unique Zong Yi is Liu Zongyuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: when the residual red is gone, the time is gloomy and tears flow across the river.

The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life. Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky.

Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real. Translation of "Where Are You Going?" Human affairs, ghosts and lonely shadows are doubly hurtful; There are tears on the bank of Liujiang River, and the brothers are crying.

The traitor left Beijing to seize power, temporarily avoiding six thousand miles away; I was abandoned for a hundred years, and I was haggard and poor for the rest of my life. Guiling is full of miasma in the mountains, and the dark clouds hang down a hundred epidemics; I'm glad to hear that Dongting is good and the water is bright and promising.

The party only depends on Conan's dream, and acacia is willing to sleep; Fugue vaguely Jingmen, misty. The author of Rain in Xianyang is a writer in Tang Dynasty.

Its full-text poem is as follows: It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and there are fishing boats in the air. Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day.

It is raining in Mao Mao in xian yangqiao, hanging in the sky like a huge curtain, and fishing boats on the river can be seen through the confused rain curtain. This is like the water color of Dongting Lake in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, and even the clouds after the rain will float to the sky in Yueyang City.

Zhang Bao of Dongting Lake was written by Meng Haoran, a writer in Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: The lake here in August is in harmony with the sky.

Another cloud passed through Yungu and Menggu, regretting Yueyang City. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. In August, Dongting Lake rose to almost the same height as the shore, and www.slKJ.org was indistinguishable.

Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the lake, but I can't find the boat. I'm ashamed of the wise king in Ming Sheng's time.

Sitting and watching how carefree the fishermen are, it's a pity that they can only have empty thoughts. The author of "The Story of Climbing Yueyang Tower" is Chen, a writer in the Song Dynasty.

The full text of his ancient poems is as follows: Dongting is east of Jiangxi, and the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late. Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk.

Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years. In the ancient wind and frost, the old wooden waves are infinitely sad.

The magnificent Yueyang Tower stands east of Dongting Lake and west of the Yangtze River. At sunset, there is no night breeze. The signboard on the pavilion remains the same, boarding the border of Wu and Shu (Jingzhou) and wandering in the dusk of lakes and mountains. To avoid war, I traveled for three years and Wan Li. What's my mood today? Going upstairs to pay homage to the ancients, my temples are like frost. Looking at the ancient trees in the distant mountains, there is infinite sadness.

Twelve Summers of Climbing Yueyang Tower was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: Yueyang is full of buildings, and the river is wide and wide.

It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month. On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky.

The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return. The translator climbed the Yueyang Tower and looked at the south of Tian Yue.

6. Poems about Yueyang Tower,

Yueyang Tower Baijuyi Yueyang City has been in the water for a long time, so it is very dangerous to go to the dangerous building alone.

In spring, the green color echoes the vegetation in Dongting Lake in the distance, and the rosy clouds echo the red waves in the lake in the evening. The red waves are close at hand and seem to be the capital Chang 'an. The old ape on the shore stood on the tree and cried miserably, and the geese in the sky had a hard time flying over the boundless lake.

This place is magnificent and beautiful. It can only be painted as a barrier and hung in the lobby of your rich people for their appreciation. There is a seat for Cao Ye, the host, who boarded Yueyang Tower in the south and overlooked Chang 'an Road in the north.

Qian Shan trees are like grass, but not in Shengping. When the flesh and blood are in southern Chu, they often worry early.

White society is empty, autumn grass will sweep. I often hear poets say that learning Chinese characters should not be old.

Lai Zhidan also visited Pengdao when Yuan Jun came. Deng Yueyang Tower Du Fu I have heard of Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I have finally climbed this tower.

The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.

The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. With the twelfth day of summer, I climbed Yueyang Tower and Libailou to see Yueyang, and the Dongting in Sichuan opened.

It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month. On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky.

The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return. Yueyang Tower, Liu Changqing, has passed Qingxi Day, with clouds and mountains.

In front of the building, tourists complain about Qiu Meng, and the beautiful scenery on the lake is suspicious of nocturnal songs. Sitting alone, the wind is high and the wind is urgent, and Pinghu is foggy.

In the end, the ship has to carry firewood and the sail has to worry about Bai Bo. Accompany Pei to Yueyang Tower, where Du Fu Lake is vast and misty, and the pavilion is lonely.

Add Xu Ruzi as a gift and Xie Xuancheng as a poem. The snow bank is full of plums and the spring mud is full of grass.

Dare to disobey the fisherman's question and then go south. The banquet king of Yueyang Tower was demoted to Changsha (a question was given by Zhou Nan), Jia Zhi got three spring grasses, and the tall building was the heart of Wan Li.

Chushan is clear and blue, and Xiangjiang River flows deep at dusk. Suddenly it's like the old dynasty, like Zepan.

I stopped drinking and tried to look north, but I still wanted to cry. Yueyang Tower held a banquet to bid farewell to the tortoise, and dismissed Changsha Jiazhi Changjiang Road, facing a thousand miles of tide in the east and blue clouds in the north.

Modao Baling Lake is wide, and the south bank of Changsha is even more depressed. Li Shangyin of Yueyang Tower wants to spend his whole life worrying, and Dongting Lake goes to Yueyang Tower.

Pity Wan Li, it's a pity that the dragon capsized. Li Shangyin, Yueyang Tower and Hanshui Fangcheng are all barbarians, and whoever neighbors them is chaotic.

How to dream of Tang Gaoyu, and then I entered the martial arts school unintentionally. Yueyang Tower looks at Gankun, thousands of miles of water, and the fishing boat is like a ping.

The north wind is oblique upstairs, and the west of the lake is upside down. Huai Sha hates poets, while Di Zi idles about.

What is the dusk? Several smoke trees meet Man Jing. Yueyang Loujiang, leaning against the building, looking into the future.

In the evening, the red leaves remain in Chu, and in autumn, Jiangbi enters Wu. The geese in the clouds are in a hurry, and the sails are finally lonely.

The moon with me, leisurely god. The scenery of Ma Wenqi Lake in Yueyang Tower belongs to autumn, and the scenery upstairs is the same as last year.

Fairy couples were born in a blessed land, and the feelings of Hunan and Hubei sent mourning strings. The cloud gate is outside the platform, and the konoha flies in front of Chuke.

At first glance, the sail of Wan Li has returned to the ship. Yueyang Tower is like a sick crane with short wings, and there is rain and snow on the Sha Ting.

The wind suddenly blew, and Dongqin Gorge was flooded by Dongting. Although Xuan Di Zhang Le is gone, this place is still facing the lark.

Wu Chu, Xionglou Town, I have come to raise my hand to ask about the stars. The sails are only weakly set, and the clouds are messed up.

Giant salamanders haunt alligators, and waves are everywhere. The yellow-shirted immortal likes peace, and the sleeve sword is near the South Pavilion.

At present, vulgar people are disappointing and drunk with Weng. Xunzi and his two poems "The Story of Yueyang Tower" have a second rhyme. Last year, Huang Tingjian stood alone on the railing, and the mountain was like a steamed stuffed bun in Fan Ji.

There are many things in the room, but the world looks at Yunshan. There are two rhymes in the poems of Yueyang Tower in Xunzi and Combination: Huang Tingjian, Huang Xuanle and Gong Chaoban, and heaven and earth are not closed to the outside world.

Only the golden furnace began to smoke purple, and it has been reserved for the imperial mountain so far. Climbing Yueyang Tower in the rain and looking at Junshan, Huang Tingjian threw his hair spots in the wilderness and gave birth to Qutang.

Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan. Climbing Yueyang Tower in the rain, looking at Junshan, Huang Tingjian, leaning on the railing river alone, making twelve knots in Hunan and Hubei.

It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile. Climb the Yueyang Tower in Chen Dongting, west of Dongjiang River. The curtains are still there, and the sunset is already late.

Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk. Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.

In the ancient wind and frost, the old man has no complaints or sorrows. Climbing the Yueyang Tower in Chen Yuyi, the sky entered Pinghu, it was clear and windless, and the wild geese floated in the evening.

After autumn, guests on the roof can look at Bai Shou in the north and Feng Dan in the south in the vitality of Junshan in the sunset. Hanlin is looking for less, and the poem has not been finished in Baling.

On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, Ren and I got drunk on Yueyang Tower. The following year 1 1 month, Chen was in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and the weather was cold and rainy. There are two towels on Yueyang Tower, and the moon shadow enters the column smartly.

Who in this world can be as lonely and crazy as my friend? A dream has not continued for years, and Daozhou still sees the plan of leaning on the building.

I went to Yueyang Tower with him, in front of Chen Yueyang Tower. I don't need to go back to the column. The mirror of Dongting is thousands of miles flat, but it should play the role of junshan.

Once again, I went to Yueyang Tower to express my feelings and write poems. Yueyang, Chen, is a spectacular world story. The building shading and dikes are continuous. The vegetation, including the southern clothes, is still wet.

Gankun's "Everything is Gathered on the Temple" embarrassed courtiers for five years. To write about the past, the wind is strong and my heart is at a loss.