A poem containing the word "river"

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Wang Lushan Waterfall Li Bai

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.

Yun Ge volcano bid farewell to Cen Can.

The red volcano stands tall, and the fire clouds are dense over the volcano in May.

Fire clouds cover the mountains and stranded birds dare not fly thousands of miles.

The fire cloud was just blown away by Hu Feng in the early morning and turned back with the rain in the evening.

This circle is full of iron-closed trees, transpiration half of the covered Jiaohe River.

You travel all the way in the fire in Shandong, and the lonely clouds on the mountain will follow you to the East.

Wang Zhihuan, at the Heron Hotel.

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

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Seeing the topic of ice sunflower far away, the monument still remembers the day when it was the first spoiler.

There are people from China to sweep the world, and every diligent guest is stationed at the wheel hoof.

Nine rivers are full of dragons and foxes, and twelve cities are wild cranes.

I asked about the heat rash as soon as I got off the horse. Clouds and birds in the Central Plains are sad.

Send someone to visit the Xunhe River in Wudu.

When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.

Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.

The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.

Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.

Gong zizhen, miscellaneous poems

More than ten people were raised in one line, and thousands of boats crossed the river.

I used to be Xiaomi, crying at night.

Gong zizhen, miscellaneous poems

No matter whether salt and iron don't raise rivers, there are many tears in the southeast.

Three liters of national tax and a barrel of people, killing cattle is difficult to grow grain.