Poetry containing architecture

1, poem: An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

From: The Farewell of Meng Haoran on the Way to Yangzhou by Li Bai in the Yellow Crane Tower in the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: My friend said goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower, and went to Yangzhou for a long trip in the spring of March when catkins were like smoke and flowers were blooming.

2. Poetry: In the past, the Yellow Crane carried saints to heaven, but now only the Yellow Crane Tower is left.

From: Yellow Crane Tower/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower by Cui Hao in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: The immortal of the past has flown by the Yellow Crane, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower here.

3. Poetry: But when you walk up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons by 300 miles.

From: Wang Zhihuan's Lu Ting Ji in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

4. Poetry: Going to the West Building is wordless, and the moon is like a hook.

From: Five Dynasties Li Yu's "Welcome to the West Building, Nothing to Say"

Interpretation: Silent, lonely, slowly climb the empty West Building alone.

5. Poetry: I have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I am on this tower.

From: Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower" in Tang Dynasty

Commentary: Dongting Lake, which has long been known for its name, is fortunate to board Yueyang Tower by the lake today.

Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.

Author: Li Bai (Tang)

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

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.

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day. The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, heading for the distant sky.