Look up ancient poems about Zhangye, Gansu

Poems about Zhang Ye 1. What are the famous sayings about "Zhangye Ganzhou"?

Poems about "Zhangye Ganzhou" are:

1. Tune Zhang Ye

2. Ganzhou Song

3. Bashengganzhou

4. Bashengganzhou Sprinkled over the rainy evening sky

1. Ganzhou District, belonging to Zhangye City, Gansu Province, is located in the middle of Qianhe West Corridor, between 1 6 ′-1 52 ′ east longitude and-39 24 ′ north latitude. Ganzhou district has a continental climate. The average annual sunshine duration is 2932-385 hours. There are 4 major rivers and 26 seasonal rivers in China, with river runoff of 1.66 billion cubic meters, groundwater resources reserves of 99 million cubic meters, and cultivated land of 686,2 mu in 212. In 212, the GDP of Ganzhou District reached 2.531 billion yuan, accounting for 78.8% of the planned GDP, up 1.1% year-on-year, including 88 million yuan for the primary industry, 766 million yuan for the secondary industry, 957 million yuan for the tertiary industry, and 684 million yuan for the added value of township enterprises, accounting for 79.14% of the planned GDP, up 18.7% year-on-year.

2. Zhang Ye, a city under the jurisdiction of Gansu Province. Named after "Zhang Guo's arms are closed to the western regions", it is located in the northwest of Gansu Province, China, in the middle of Hexi Corridor. Known as "Ganzhou" in ancient times, that is, the origin of the word "Gan" in Gansu Province, it is known as "the land of Sang Ma" and the land of plenty. It is rich in wheat, corn, rice, beans, oilseeds, melons, fruits and vegetables, and its industry includes more than 1 departments such as coal, machinery, textile and brewing. Native products include onion, apple pear, Wujiang rice, red dates, Nostoc flagelliforme, Siluchun wine and so on. Zhangye covers an area of 4,874 square kilometers and has a population of 1.31 million. It governs Ganzhou District, Linze County, Gaotai County, Shandan County, Minle County and Sunan Yugur 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 of the ancient Silk Road, the main road of the new Eurasian Continental Bridge, a famous historical and cultural city in China and an excellent tourist city in China. The Heihe River, the second largest inland river in China, runs through the whole territory, and it is a commodity grain base in Gansu Province. Since ancient times, it has been known as "Golden Zhangye and Silver Wuwei". Zhangye has the largest military horse farm in Asia, a national wetland reserve approved by the State Council, and Zhangye National Geopark, which was rated as one of the top ten magical geographical wonders in the world by National Geographic magazine. Zhangye has a long history, splendid culture, beautiful natural scenery and unique human landscape. Since ancient times, it has been known as the south of the Yangtze River and the golden Zhangye. The ancients said that they did not look forward to the snow in Qilian Mountain and mistakenly regarded Zhangye as the south of the Yangtze River. There are many places of interest in the city, such as the Great Buddha Temple, Muta Temple, Tuta Temple, Xilai Temple, Horseshoe Temple, Zhenyuan Building, Shanxi Guild Hall, Minqin Guild Hall, Heishui Kingdom Site and so on.

3. The full text of the above-mentioned ancient poems is as follows:

(1) Zhang Ye, the head of the water tune

The West Sea is poor in mulberry fields and weak in water and black rivers. Legend of Dayu in Zhuan Xu, Judie bathed in Xuanqiu. Houyi Kunlun asked for medicine, Zhou Muyao Chi Jiahui, and Lao Zi rode a green cow. Rong Di Wu Sun Mu, Yue Shi Wu Hu Tour. Qi Lianbi, Yan Zhiqi, Yutaka Baba. Yao carried a brigade to attack, and Zhangye turned to Ganzhou. Emperor Yangdi toured the grand event, Xuanzang traveled to the west, and Wan Li wove silk. Lush Zuo Gongliu, Huanting Prefecture, Gobi.

(2)

In the moon, Chang 'e doesn't thrush, but only uses clouds as Luo clothes. I don't know if my dreams are driven away by qingluan, but I still cover my face with flowers.

(3) "Ganzhou/Basheng Ganzhou" Liu Ling

is full of love and is full of pearls, especially writing about elegance. I want the evening clouds to be light, the night is still, and the shadows are clear across the window. Leng Lian has two leaves and one branch, and he writes old Qiu Guang. Understand the round and bright phase, and the Japanese view will open up wasteland. The most is soft mustache and stem trimming, reflecting the charm and fog, and the taste is long. More dripping grass sage, playing with ink is still fragrant. Take good care of yourself, take it away, pillow between screens, and praise people's beds. Jiangnan road, see you later, and the same words are bleak.

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Liu Yong > Liu Yong > Liu Yong The bleak frost wind a burst of Tight, the river of mountain river is cold and cheerless, the light of the setting sun shines on the tall building. Everywhere the red flowers withered and withered, all the beautiful scenery gradually fade away. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Not the heart to climb far away, overlooking the remote home, the desire to go home is difficult to gather. Sigh these years of the whereabouts, why the hard long stay in a strange land? Think of the beauty, is looking up in the gorgeous upstairs, how many times a mistake to the distant ship as a ship of love to go home. She would know that I, leaning against the railing, was so sad that I was so sad.

2. Collect at least ten famous poems and standard slogans about Ganzhou.

The West Sea is poor in mulberry fields and weak in water and black rivers.

Zhuan Xu Dayu legend, Judie bathed in the mysterious hills.

Hou Yi asked for medicine in Kunlun Mountain, Zhou Mu Yao Chi Jia Hui, and Lao Zi rode a green cow. Rong Di Wu Sun Mu, Yue Shi Wu Hu Tour.

qi lianbi, Yan zhichi, Yutaka Baba.

Yao carried his brigade to attack, and Zhang Ye turned to Ganzhou.

Emperor Yangdi's grand tour, Xuanzang's journey to the west, and Wan Li's silk weaving.

Zuo Gongliu, Huanting Prefecture, Gobi.

Ganzhou Song

Poet: Fu Zai Dynasty: Tang

In the moon, Chang 'e didn't thrush, but only made clouds into Luo clothes.

I don't know if my dream is to drive Qingluan away, but I still cover my face with flowers.

Ganzhou/Basheng Ganzhou

Year: Song Author: Liu Ling

Love, ten thousand pearls, specially wrote elegant fragrance. I want the evening clouds to be light, the night is still, and the shadows are clear across the window. Leng Lian has two leaves and one branch, and he writes old Qiu Guang. Understand the round and bright phase, and the Japanese view will open up wasteland.

The most beautiful thing is to trim the stems with a soft mustache, which reflects the charm and fog, and has a long taste. More dripping grass sage, playing with ink is still fragrant. Take good care of yourself, take it away, pillow between screens, and praise people's beds. Jiangnan road, see you later, and the same words are bleak.

Bashengganzhou showered the rainy evening sky on the river

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Liu Yong

showered the rainy evening sky on the river and washed the autumn. The bleak frost wind a burst of Tight, the river of mountain river is cold and cheerless, the light of the setting sun shines on the tall building. Everywhere the red flowers withered and withered, all the beautiful scenery gradually fade away. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.

I can't bear to climb the mountain and face the distance, and I can't bear to look at my hometown. Sigh these years of the whereabouts, why the hard long stay in a strange land? Think of the beauty, is looking up in the gorgeous upstairs, how many times a mistake to the distant ship as a ship of love to go home. She would know that I, leaning against the railing, was so sad that I was so sad.

3. Who knows the poems about Ganzhou

Who hates Xiaoli because she dreams of a faint crow in the south of the Yangtze River? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew to the gallbladder bottle plum, and the heart words became gray.

The Bodhisattva is quite weak, and it is rainy and windy, so it is more bitter to be apart from others. Counting the autumn, the toad lays the early chord.

The night is cold, the shock is thin, and tears and snuff fall. Sadness is everywhere, and light dust is on the jade piano.

I urged the flowers to play the slave drums, and when I woke up, I saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply, and I cried a few lines in the breeze.

look at the powder fragrance and don't say goodbye, only the current month is left. The moon is also different at that time, and it is sad and clear.

Another spring cloud blows away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and the butterflies fly and live. People are in the jade building, which is windy all around.

a handful of shredded willow, and a color cage for honeymoons and tiles. Don't be near a little dry, and the sunset is infinite.

Bodhisattva Man stopped the curtain from raining every other flower, and he was speechless with a snap of his fingers. Liang Yan returned from the double, with a long pulse.

Xiao Pingshan is far in color, and her makeup is thin and bright. Stand alone on the Yao steps and penetrate the cold golden shoes.

The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have no words to ask for clothes, and the moon has gone west.

the west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to shed tears.

Lin Jiangxian's banana heart is about to break, and the sound reminds me of the past. I want to sleep and show old books.

Yuanyang's small print is still unfamiliar. Tired eyes are low and confused, and half of them are blurred.

the window is cold and rainy, and Yi Deng is lonely. What is expected should be done, and what is the truth? Last night, someone had an appointment, and Yancheng jade leaked the night.

a crescent moon is a few sparse stars. It's still late at night, and people are still watching the lights.

It was Qu tang style who got in the way, which made people hate others. It's quiet outside.

several heartbroken places, the wind-driven flower bell. Chun Qing, a beautiful young woman, only noticed that pear blossoms were thin and scattered.

what is the sunset near dusk? There are still souls in the world. Silver notes don't dream of the words at that time, and they are close to each other.

To be a dreamer for Yi, draw pictures in a long direction and call for truth in the clear night. See you again in the depths of the winding aperture, and tears will tremble against people.

sadness and parting should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the moon and the bright future. I have been sleeping alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood.

I remember what was the most fascinating thing in the past, and the first trick was to draw a skirt. The silver bed is green and old, and the powder is swept in the autumn.

I can't tell you how much money I hate when I pick up incense. The cloister is an inch of acacia land, and the moon falls into loneliness.

It's been ten years since the back light and the moon turned cloudy. Also (walking in the autumn evening), the sorrow marks are everywhere, and the shadows are exposed.

the idle steps are small and desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

fickle feelings turn into sentimental fatigue, and the music is heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the * * * lamp is an Iraqi book.

Yun Song makes the pillow fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet by appointment, whisper after dusk.

When the season is thin and cold, people get sick and drink wine, shoveling pears, and the east wind is thin all night. Cover the silver screen and hang down the sleeves.

where to blow a flute, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and red cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time. The wet mourning of the blue has been infinitely sad recently, who has a long talk? All obedient to the fate of the arrangements, early spring, the window of green shadow whirling, the return of wild geese, orioles singing and dancing, tears streaming down their cheeks.

I enjoyed it then, but now I'm ruined, and I'm always sentimental. Suddenly a gust of wind blowing, the light wind shaking, I thought is your soul back, just, I can only love dishuxing wait.

Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in a dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and choking, and she couldn't remember much. However, there is a parting cloud: "I wish to hate the sky and the moon, and I still have to pay my respects to Lang Yuan every year."

I don't know how I got this because I didn't write a poem. I feel that my life is fleeting, and I'm so unlucky that I can't forget it when I'm low. Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow the rain; Carve a hole and bend it, leaning against the setting sun.

dreams are hard to stay, but poems can't last, so you can win a deeper cry. The remains are there, but the spirit is soaring, and I have not allowed to look at them.

find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the morning.

it's easy to live in heaven, but the fate of dust is not broken; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you want to save for a rainy day, you will be shocked and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yi yesterday.

it's really helpless. the sound of a thousand words is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum is recorded. On the fourth day of July, it was stormy, and tomorrow was the birthday of the dead woman. The dust was full of curtains, and it was really a miserable night.

several times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears, and suddenly I saw Cui Qiao beside the rhinoceros. Only hate turns boring.

Wu Geng is still out of love. The withered poplar leaves are hard to finish, and the cold rain and the wind hit the bridge.

Nanxiangzi took photos of her dead wife, but she swallowed her tears silently. She only regretted the past and relied on Danqing to save her knowledge. Yingying.

you can't draw a picture with a sad heart. Don't be too specific.

wake up early at midnight. Qing wakes up early and dreams more.

the rain bell cries all over the eaves. I feel this hate when the dead woman dies.

it's raining when it's cold, and it's burying flowers. After three years of long dreams, I should wake up after a long dream.

it's also expected, but it's tasteless. It's not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.

chai's promise was abandoned. If there are Pisces in Chongquan.

it's good to know who he is, who he has been suffering and who he depends on. I turned from the middle of the night to the side, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's argument.

when it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid both of them are unlucky, and they'll be in the wind again.

when the tears are gone, the paper turns gray. Die Lian Hua is the most pitying in the sky and the moon. One night is like a ring, and the other night becomes a sigh.

if the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to make snow and ice hot. It's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.

after singing the autumn grave, the spring bush recognizes the amphibious butterfly. The butterfly love flower went to the place where the green poplar once folded, and without saying a word, it went all over the clear autumn road.

the grass is dying, and the wild goose sounds far away to Xiao Guan. I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind and blow my dreams into the present.

how much time is left for tomorrow's passenger journey? The clothes are wet and the rain is cold. Shan Huazi's undergrowth is overgrown with moss, which makes people feel sorry for the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee.

there's nowhere to say before the wind blows, and the crow counts. Half-life duckweed died with the water, and a night of cold rain buried famous flowers.

the soul is like a willow sponge blowing to pieces, circling the world. Qingping music is sad and eager, and the yellow flower festival is bleak.

In the dream, the sound of the anvil is muddy, which makes it even more chaotic and sad. Dust gives birth to swallows, leaving the strings on the bed.

It's the same as the breeze and the waning moon, but now it's worrying. It' s windy and rainy, and it' s not accurate.

it's easy to talk low and smell close when you are tired of leaning on magnolia to see the moon halo. The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon.

From then on, it hurts spring and farewell, and dusk is only for pear flowers. As a dream, it is the golden well of the pulley, which is full of bricks and stones.

when we meet suddenly, it's hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves.

from then on, the light shadow is tattooed.

4. What are the ancient articles or poems describing the Danxia landform in Zhangye?

I recall that Li Yongmao lived in Danxia Mountain (Ming).

Yunban build house taught the scriptures at night, and the flowing spring came to listen carefully.

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

yan zhen flies to the south to grieve for his old country, and looks to hate street kiosks in the west of Sichuan.

As soon as Sanyan comes out in autumn, she looks old, and she is ashamed of her leisure life.

second,

leaning on a stick and hoeing tea, the wild birds listen to the forest.

guests come to * * * to show off in the flowers, but when they get old, they pity the stars on their temples.

I haven't entered the state opening house, and I'm crying in the afternoon.

Zeng Yuan was sick and looking for new drugs, but he needed Han Haiping for his fever.

thirdly,

flowers bloom year by year, and the wind and rain relax at four o'clock.

Chang Xian gave Guan Shanyue alone, while Xiao Ji occupied Tarshish Star.

Dan Zhao, Yang Zhan, Feng Bian, Jie Shu, Wan Li Fa Guo Pavilion.

I, the solitary minister, tried to suppress my tears, but I wanted to recite Yeping by the gorge.

Extended information:

Zhangye Danxia landform is located in Zhangye City, in the middle of Hexi Corridor in Gansu Province. In ancient times, it was Zhangye County, one of the four counties in Hexi, which means "the arm of Xiongnu was broken, and China was tucked away". The Danxia landform in Zhangye is located in the mountainous and hilly area of 5 square kilometers in Fiona Fang, with peculiar shape, colorful and magnificent Danxia landform.

Danxia refers to isolated peaks and steep rocks formed by long-term weathering and stripping of red glutenite and erosion by flowing water. The Danxia landform here developed from pre-Jurassic to Tertiary about 2 million years ago.

generally speaking, the continental red bed landform with steep cliffs is called Danxia landform. Danxia landform is mainly distributed in China, the western United States, Central Europe and Australia, with China being the most widely distributed. In 1928, Feng Jinglan and others discovered Danxia landform in Renhua County, northern Guangdong Province, and named the red gravel stratum that formed Danxia landform as Danxia stratum. Since then, many people have expounded its concept.

Baidu Encyclopedia-Zhangye Danxia Landform

5. Zhangye, written by ancient poets, is a city under the jurisdiction of Gansu Province. Named after "Zhang Guo's arms are closed to the western regions", it is located in the northwest of Gansu Province, China, in the middle of Hexi Corridor. Known as "Ganzhou" in ancient times, that is, the origin of the word "Gan" in Gansu Province, it is known as "the land of Sang Ma" and "the land of plenty". It is rich in wheat, corn, rice, beans, oilseeds, melons, fruits and vegetables, and its industry includes more than 1 departments such as coal, machinery, textile and brewing. Native products include onion, apple pear, Wujiang rice, red dates, Nostoc flagelliforme, Siluchun wine and so on.

Zhangye covers an area of 4,874 square kilometers and has a population of 1.31 million. It governs Ganzhou District, Linze County, Gaotai County, Shandan County, Minle County and Sunan Yugur Autonomous County. At the end of 211, the permanent population of the city was 1,24,6, including 433,4 urban residents, accounting for 35.98% of the permanent population. There are 38 ethnic groups, including Han, Hui, Tibetan and Yugur, among which Yugur is the only ethnic group living in Zhangye in China.

Zhangye city is a national 1.