Poetry about Zhangye

1. What are the ancient articles or poems that describe the Danxia landform in Zhangye?

Recalling Li Yongmao’s Dwelling in Danxia Mountain (Ming Dynasty)

Yunbanjielu taught scriptures at night , come and listen to the flowing spring.

There are thousands of bamboos standing in the sky, and there are still a few stars left after the moon sets.

The wild geese flying south are sad for their homeland, and the west of Luochuan River is full of hatred for the street pavilion.

As soon as Sanyan appeared in autumn, he looked old and ashamed.

The second one

Leaning on a stick, hoeing tea, and continuing the scriptures, sipping and listening to wild birds in the forest.

When guests come, they step on the dew among the flowers, but when they grow old, they only pity the stars on their temples.

Before entering the opening of the prefecture, I dreamed and cried in the new pavilion at noon.

I had been suffering from many illnesses and was looking for new medicines, but the heat caused me to suffer from Han Haiping.

Third

The flowers are unloaded and blooming year after year, and the wind and rain are heard all the time.

In Changxian alone, I wrote about Guan Shanyue, and in Xiaoji, I studied the star of Taishi.

As soon as Danzhao saw the phoenix chariot in the sun, he wrote thousands of miles away from Guo Pavilion.

The lone minister forced himself to cry in the morning, and chanted the wild duckweed by the gorge in Gaoyao.

Extended information:

Zhangye Danxia Landform is located in Zhangye City in the middle section of the Hexi Corridor in Gansu Province. In ancient times, it was Zhangye County, one of the four counties in Hexi Province. It means "tuck (armpit)". Zhangye Danxia Landform is located in the mountainous and hilly area of ????50 square kilometers, with unique shapes, colorful and majestic Danxia landforms.

Danxia refers to the isolated peaks and steep strange rocks formed by the long-term weathering and stripping of red sandy conglomerate and erosion by running water. The Danxia landform here developed from the Pre-Jurassic to the Tertiary Period, about 200 million years ago.

It is generally believed that the continental red bed landform with steep cliffs is called Danxia landform. Danxia landforms are mainly distributed in China, the western United States, Central Europe and Australia, with the widest distribution in China. In 1928, Feng Jinglan and others discovered the Danxia landform in Renhua County, northern Guangdong, and named the red gravel layer forming the Danxia landform the Danxia layer. Since then, many people have elaborated on its concept.

Baidu Encyclopedia - Zhangye Danxia Landform 2. What are the famous ancient poems and slogans about "Zhangye Ganzhou"

The ancient poems about "Zhangye Ganzhou" include:

1. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Zhangye"

2. "Ganzhou Song"

3. "Ganzhou/Eight Tones Ganzhou"

4. "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou · To the Xiaoxiao Dusk Rain Sprinkling the River Sky"

1. Ganzhou District, affiliated to Zhangye City, Gansu Province, is located in the middle of the Qianhe West Corridor, located at 100°6′-100 East Longitude °52′, between 38°32′ north latitude and 39°24′ north latitude in Ganzhou District, with Qilian Mountain to the south and Alxa Right Banner of Inner Mongolia to the north. Ganzhou District has a continental climate. The average annual sunshine hours are 2932-3085 hours. There are 4 major rivers and 26 seasonal rivers in the territory. The river runoff is 1.66 billion cubic meters. The groundwater resource reserves are 990 million cubic meters. In 2012, the cultivated land was 686,200 acres. In 2012, Ganzhou District completed a GDP of 2.531 billion yuan, accounting for 7.88% of the plan, a year-on-year increase of 10.1%, of which the primary industry completed 808 million yuan, the secondary industry completed 766 million yuan, the tertiary industry completed 957 million yuan, and township enterprises The added value was 684 million yuan, accounting for 79.14% of the plan, a year-on-year increase of 18.7%.

2. Zhangye, a municipality under the jurisdiction of Gansu Province. Named after "the arm of Zhang State, connecting the Western Regions", it is located in the northwest of Gansu Province, China, in the middle section of the Hexi Corridor. It was called "Ganzhou" in ancient times, which is the origin of the word "Gan" in the name of Gansu Province. It is known as the "land of mulberry and hemp" and the land of fish and rice. It is rich in wheat, corn, rice, beans, oilseeds, fruits, and vegetables. Its industry includes more than 10 departments including coal, machinery, textiles, and brewing. Local products include green onions, apple pears, black rice, red dates, nostoc, Silk Road Spring Wine, etc. Zhangye City covers an area of ??40,874 square kilometers and has a population of 1.31 million.

It governs six counties and districts: Ganzhou District, Linze County, Gaotai County, Shandan County, Minle County, and Sunan Yugu Autonomous County. Zhangye City is one of the second batch of national historical and cultural cities promulgated by the state in 1986. It is an important town on the ancient Silk Road and an important thoroughfare of the New Eurasian Continental Bridge. It is a national historical and cultural city and an excellent tourist city in China. The Heihe River, the second largest inland river in the country, runs through the entire territory. It is the commercial grain base of Gansu Province and has gold since ancient times. Zhangye has the reputation of "Yinwuwei". Zhangye has the largest military horse farm in Asia, a national wetland reserve approved by the State Council, and the Zhangye National Geological Park, which was rated as one of the top ten magical geographical wonders in the world by the American "National Geographic" magazine. Zhangye has a long history With its history, splendid culture, beautiful natural scenery and unique cultural landscape, Zhangye has been known as Jiangnan and Jin Dynasty since ancient times. The ancients wrote a poem that if you don't look at the snow on the top of Qilian Mountain, you mistakenly think that Zhangye has a big Buddhist temple in the city. , Muta Temple, Tuta Temple, Xilai Temple, Horse Ti Temple, Zhenyuan Tower, Shanxi Guild Hall, Minqin Guild Hall, Heishui Kingdom Ruins and other places of interest

3. The full text of the above ancient poem is as follows:

(1) "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Zhang Ye"

The West Sea is a poor mulberry land, and the weak water is a black river. According to the legend of Zhuanxu Dayu, Jian Di went to Kunlun to seek medicine. At the Jiahe Festival in Yaochi, Rong Di Wusun Mu traveled to Qilian Bi, Yanzhi Chi, and Yao Ti traveled to attack Ganzhou. Emperor Xuanzang visited Ganzhou. , Thousands of miles of weaving silk. Zuogong Liu is lush, Huantingzhou in the Gobi Desert

(2) "Ganzhou Song" Fu Zai

In the moon, Chang'e does not paint her eyebrows, only the clouds and mist. Luo Yi. I don’t know that the dream is chasing Qingluan, but I still return with the flower branches covering my face.

(3) "Ganzhou/Basheng Ganzhou" Liu Hang

Lots of love. Through Li Zhu, I specially write about the fragrance. I think of the dusk, the night is quiet, and the clear shadow is across the window. The old autumn light is reflected in the painting. Quality, elegance and long-lasting. The ink is still fragrant when played with. I cherish it and return it to the Taoist bed on the pillow screen. I will see you again later.

(4) "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·The Dusk Rain on the River and the Sky" Liu Yong

The Dusk Rain on the Xiaoxiao River and the Sky washes away the clear autumn. The frost and wind are getting colder, and the Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light shines on the building. The place is red and green, and everything is gone. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastwards. I can't bear to climb up and look at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to look back at the traces of the past. Why do I miss the beautiful woman? Hope, I missed it a few times, and I returned to the boat. I was leaning on the railing, feeling sad! 3. Who knows the poems about Ganzhou?

The crows in the dream Jiangnan are all gone, and Xiaoli hates it. Who? The sudden snow blows through the fragrant pavilion, and the light wind blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the words in the heart have turned into ashes.

The bodhisattva is rustling in the wind and rain, and it is more painful to be away from others. In the autumn, the toads are sleeping early.

The cold night is frightening, and the tears and lanterns are falling everywhere. The light dust is still lingering on the jade lute. Drum, when you wake up from the wine, you can see the red dance. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind.

Look at the pink fragrance and then say goodbye, the remaining moon is empty. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably.

Another spring cloud blows away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back. People are in the jade tower, the building is high and the wind blows from all sides.

A handful of willow tobacco shreds are covered with mandarin duck tiles in a dark color. Rest close to Xiaolangan, where the setting sun is infinite.

The Bodhisattva Man just broke away from the flowers and the rain was falling, and he was speechless with a snap of his fingers. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long and drooping veins.

The scenery of Xiaoping Mountain is far away, and the makeup is thin and lead is light. Standing on the Yao ladder alone, wearing gold-threaded shoes through the cold.

Again, the crystal curtain is a sad white, and the clouds and fragrant mist are far away. Speechless to ask for more clothes, the moon is already in the west.

The west wind whistles the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep in sorrow. Just last autumn, I felt like crying.

Linjiang Fairy Bit by bit Bajiao was heartbroken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books.

The small characters of Yuanyang are still written with unfamiliar hands. Tired eyes are blurred for a moment, half blurry when looking again.

There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love? Also, I had a personal appointment last night, and Yan Chengyu missed the third watch.

A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's late at night and people are still awake, and mice are watching the lamps.

It turned out that Qu Tang was blocked by the wind and mistakenly taught people to hate ruthlessness. There was silence outside the small corridor.

Several times when the heart is broken, the wind moves the bells protecting the flowers. Poppy Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off.

Why is the sunset approaching dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart.

I am a dreamer for Yi Ban, and I always draw pictures to call out the truth at night. We meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with each other's tears.

The last two parts are desolate, and the most overwhelming thing is in the moonlight. I have slept alone for half my life, and my mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood.

What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first skill is to draw a skirt. Also, the silver bed is covered with asphalt, and the old man is covered with asphalt.

When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves. The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean.

The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. Also (Walking on an Autumn Eve) The ground is filled with traces of sorrow and no one can save it, and the shadows on the dew-wet rims are all over.

The idle steps are even more desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

To be sentimental is to be passionate and tiring, and to be broken by twists and turns. The words on the red paper are blurred against the wall, and I recall that I was crouching in front of the lamp as a book of Yi.

The pine clouds on the temples are fragrant on the pillow, and the flowers are leaking along the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk.

In the cold season, people are sick and drinking wine, shoveling pear blossoms on the ground, and losing weight in the east wind all night long. Cover the silver screen and hang green sleeves.

Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly amused. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time? The green shirt is wet. Mourning for death. I have been so sad lately. Who can keep up with me? Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.

I appreciated it at the time, but I have given it up now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.

Qin Yuan Chun Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, I dreamed that the deceased woman was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember. But there is a saying in parting: "I wish I could be the moon in the sky, and I will still be reunited with Lang every year."

The woman has never done poetry, and I don’t know how she got it. She feels that her life is fleeting, and her life is so miserable. , How can I forget when I wander low? I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the curve of the carved lantern, we leaned against the setting sun.

It’s so hard to keep a dream, a poem can’t be continued, and I’ll cry even more if I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around, but they are not allowed to be looked at.

Rediscover the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning.

The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced.

It’s really helpless, the sound of the flute next to it makes the sound of the ileum. Yu Zhonghao It was a windy and rainy night on the fourth day of July, and tomorrow was the deceased woman's birthday. The dust was all over the sparse curtains and the curtains were floating, making it a dark and pitiful night.

I secretly wiped my tears from my green shirt several times, and suddenly I saw the green leaves next to the rhinoceros dowry. Only hatred turns to boredom.

The flowers are still falling at the fifth watch. Withered poplar leaves are hard to cut off, cold rain and cold wind are blowing across the painted bridge.

Nan Xiangzi wrote a photo for his late wife. He cried but silently. He only regretted his past kindness and relied on his paintings to reflect on his past. Yingying.

It’s impossible to paint a picture of sadness. The other words are too clear.

I woke up early from a dream at midnight. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream.

Weeping all over the wind and rain at night. Jinluqu: Thoughts on the anniversary of my deceased wife’s death: When will this hatred end?

The steps are empty, the rain stops in the cold weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream.

The material is also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow.

The promise was abandoned. If there is a Pisces in the spring, it will be sent.

I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it.

As soon as we get married, we will know each other for the rest of our lives. I am also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind.

When the tears are gone, the paper becomes ashes. Die Lianhua The most pity for hard work is the moon in the sky, which is like a ring overnight and becomes a knot every night.

Just like the moon, it is bright and clear at the end of the day, and the ice and snow are warm to you. It is not easy to cut off the fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook.

After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies. Butterfly Loves Flowers Again, I went to the place where the green poplar trees once folded. Without saying a word, I lowered my whip and walked all over the Qingqiu Road.

The grass is decaying and the sky is empty, and the sound of wild geese is far away heading towards Xiaoguan. I don’t hate the hard work in the end of the world, I just hate the west wind, blowing dreams into the present and the past.

There is still a long way to go tomorrow, and the clothes are covered with fresh cold rain. Shanhuazi: The wild moss in the woods leads to Yun's house, and the jade bones are pitiful to the dust and sand.

There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns. Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers.

The soul is like a willow thread blowing to pieces, wandering around the world. Qingpingle is desolate, and the Yellow Flower Festival is bleak.

The sound of anvils in the dream did not stop, which made the crickets grieve even more. The dust gives birth to swallows in the empty building, and the remaining strings are thrown on the bedside.

The morning breeze and the waning moon are the same, but now I feel sad. Also, the wind and rain on the hair are coming unexpectedly.

Tired of leaning against the magnolia and looking at the halo of the moon, it is easy to whisper and the fragrance is close. The soft wind blows through the window screen, and my heart is far away.

From now on, the spring will be sad and farewell, and the dusk will only look at the pear blossoms. Rumenling is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold falling flowers.

When they meet suddenly, they are confused. Whoever saves, saves.

From then on, the pattern of the bamboo mat and the shadow of the lamp became apparent. 4. Poems about Danxia Mountain in Zhangye

Recalling Danxia Mountain Residence (Ming Dynasty) Li Yongmao Yun Banjie taught scriptures at night in the hut, and listened to the flowing spring at dawn.

There are thousands of bamboos standing in the sky, and there are still a few stars left after the moon sets. The wild geese flying south are sad for their homeland, and the west of Luochuan River is looking at the street pavilion of hatred.

As soon as Sanyan appeared in autumn, he looked old and ashamed. Second, leaning on a stick and hoeing tea, I continued to read the scriptures, sipping and listening to the wild birds in the forest.

When guests come, they step on the dew among the flowers, but when they grow old, they only pity the stars on their temples. Before I entered the Kaikai Mansion of the state, I dreamed and cried in the new pavilion at noon.

I had been suffering from many illnesses and was looking for new medicines, but the heat caused me to suffer from Han Haiping. Third, the flowers are unloaded and blooming year by year, and the wind and rain are heard all the time.

In Changxian alone, I wrote about Guan Shanyue, and in Xiaoji, I studied the star of Taishi. As soon as Danzhao saw the phoenix chariot in the sun, he wrote thousands of miles away from Guo Pavilion.

The lone minister forced himself to cry in the morning, and chanted the wild duckweed by the gorge in Gaoyao. Danxia Mountain Notes (Ming Dynasty) Li Chongmao Guangdong has surrendered since Hongmeng, and Yuedu has the same respect.

Other famous mountains and scenic spots have remained the same throughout the ages, but their appearance and appearance are different; for example, when the people of Huaijin meet, there is always a heavenly being among them. Danxia Mountain in Shao County, under the rule of Renhua, is a long and winding place, dozens of miles in diameter and thousands of feet high, which is where the gentlemen of Yu and Zili left their footprints today.

Mountains are divided into three parts: lower, middle and upper. There are two passes and one gorge, and the danger is set by nature.

The rocks have names such as brocade stone, natural, bamboo, Daming, Caoxuan, water curtain, Wanxiu, and conch, all of which are bizarre. It may be like a dragon, a tiger, and a dragon flying above; or it may be like a phoenix dancing in front of a dragon; or it may be like a lion-faced dragon, hanging ferociously ten steps away.

The convexity and concavity are different, and the throughput is abnormal. However, the stars in the stone chamber are wrong, and there is reality on the outside and emptiness on the outside. It is good and can accommodate thousands of things.

In the Zhongshan area, there are long whistling pines, shaded bamboo poles, clear springs and waterfalls, flying jade and spraying beads. Alas! How can Zhongnan, Kongtong, Gushe, Kuanglu, Tianmen, and Gusu fail to capture the ruins of Yuan and Wuhui in this mountain? Going back to the past, it was rare for tourists to come here, and it was unknown to give gifts. Is it possible that the great master was so lucky? How can we eradicate Cai Taoguang thousands of years later! Alas! When things come together, we have to recall that I first married my brother-in-law.

When the uncle was helping the army in Qianzhou, in the middle of winter Yiyou, he heard the news of the late doctor's death. He rushed over the mountains and helped the army to move south, and arrived at the border of Renhua. He said sadly: "The war has carried the road, and the times have changed. Poor, I stayed with my father early in the morning. From Gengling to here, thousands of mountains are winding, can there be any deep ones?"

So he walked more than a hundred miles in a day with a horse-drawn cane, and climbed up to the cliffs of Yunfeng and Guangsheng several times. It was difficult to defend him or to collect wood.

One night, I met Zhou Zizhanggong, a student of the city, Liu Ziwangfu, a literary student, and Songtao Kunyu, named Wan Yehua, and said: "Twenty miles south of the rule, there is Danxia Mountain. Students and others once built a jingshe with several couplets, and read on it, No. There are cliffs and steep slopes, and it is still difficult to defeat the victor."

Bo Zi took the lead. On the first day of the Ming Dynasty, I often invite everyone to go with me.

At the end of the day, when you look at the changes, you will be in danger of a sword pavilion. Take your clothes and climb up, about tens of feet, it is rugged and difficult to climb.

Bozi climbs vines and pulls up trees to advance, making great efforts to make love with his hands and feet. If you count them like this, you will be able to close the door.

The gate is steep and straight up, only ten feet high, and there is no way to climb it. Bo Zi tried his best several times and made many circuitous and detours, but finally managed to enter Zhongshan.

After a short walk, we passed the Sixth Patriarch Hall, Tiantian Nunnery, and entered the Zhuzhu Rock in Lixu. From the Zhuzhu Rock, walk about half a mile and enter the Shixia Gorge.

The gorge road is not far away but is winding and difficult to enter. If Bozi went forward without hesitation, there would be no difficulty.

At the end of the gorge, you suddenly see a majestic rock formation, which is called Xiaguan. It is ten times higher than the previous pass. It is half way up in the sky, and I am frightened. Fortunately, the stone is slightly lower, and it is still enough to hold it. My uncle bowed his head, picked up the stone, and climbed up.

Xiaguan is on the right side of the mountain and can be seen a little bit. Bozi passed through Yundu from the left and headed south, climbing to Daming Rock, the top of Zhi Mountain.

Looking around at the array of mountains, if they are protected by Danxia, ??they are so abrupt that there is no mountain to the right of the Danxia. Returning to the north, we traveled to Caoxuan Rock, and to the west, we traveled to Shuilien Rock, Wanxiu Rock, and Conch Rock. We were running out of time.

Brother-in-law Yu Yongke Jia Yi is not tired of drinking and drinking. Isn't it because Gai is happy with this? This Bingwu heavy nine days also. That evening, I stayed with my disciples at the Sixth Patriarch Hall in Zhongshan.

There was a master in the hall who was silently reciting sutras in lotus position. There is a saying by Bozi: "On the day when you listen to sutras, you should weigh nine. Who picks ferns and picks up a pair?"

Following the advice of other scholars, he said: "This is a mountain. There are dangers and strongholds, rock-footed houses, firewood to collect, and springs to drink. Is it also a mysterious place to hide from the world? What if you get the cow?" The place where the ancestors sleep is safe, and I am addicted to the mist." So I collected more than a hundred gold from my salary to buy it.

The first Yan Jiacheng is located in Yangyan, Shiyun Mountain on the other side. After Xiang's work was completed, my uncle entered Danxia, ??cut off the thorns, and the dove workers rebuilt the gate, saying: "This is the key to the mountain to strengthen my ears."

From the entrance, the stone can be chiseled If it can be chiseled, use a ladder to build it; if it cannot be chiseled, use wood to build the ladder, and the roof that ascends to the sky has no steps but has steps. But my old days are swayed by wind and rain, and Bo Zixu lives in the mountains.

Sigh! The name Danxia did not originate from today, but it has been lonely for thousands of years. From Bozi to the end, everyone knows that Danxia exists, and everyone relies on Danxia.

Isn’t it possible that there is a heavenly being among them! Gu Yu mourned deeply, and his brother-in-law took care of him, sowing the suffering of Yue. Cang Wu was already driving, and his ambition was finally completed, and he could not get this mountain ear for a long time. Comrades who have come here one after another include Jixiabaojun, Liangqihejun, Yiruoyaojun, Danmingzhujun, Yumingwangjun, Ruonalijun, Meishenghanjun, Qiaoguzhangjun, Houwuningjun , Eryou Chen Jun, Wenmeng Xu Jun, Jingyu Li Jun and Yu Xiaozi Chongmao, two nephews Hao and Hong, and nephew Tang Yuntai, all have families and servants, and they have thousands of generations to invite their souls to this mountain. Free from the simmering ashes of the calamity, how could I be the one who created me and become a human being? Those who are usually called more famous than those in the Central Plains and Wuhui areas are afraid of being called public ministers and officials. Their crowns are getting thinner and thinner, talented people and poets have stopped chanting, and those who are lonely and honest people who are leading far away dare not pass by and ask.

Zhongnan, Kongtong, Gushe, Kuanglu, Tianmen, and Gusu are compared with Danxia today, and they are far beyond the limit! I am here to help you return to the north in accordance with the late doctor's will. If there is no obstacle to the road construction, we will go to Long first. The two nephews will get Ningyu, and they can be blessed with La in their years. I am not Xiao, and I hope to return with a ladle and a noodle, and return with a lot of gifts, and die together with Danxia.

Let the wild birds fly and the flowers, and meet the old friends again. Is it okay for a gentleman who is a gentleman after the concubine Danxia moved his text to do so? It's for remembering.