Poetry describing the scenery of a building

1. Poems about describing buildings

Poems about describing buildings 1. Ancient poems about buildings

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, how many towers were in the mist and rain . "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu

Listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"

The jade-carved saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. "Butterflies Love Flowers" by Ouyang Xiu

There is a tall building in the northwest, and the top is even with the floating clouds. "Nineteen Ancient Poems"

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion. "A Fang Gong Fu" by Du Mu

If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to a higher level. Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower"

Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Song Dynasty Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence"

The tower overlooks the end of Yueyang, and the Sichuan River opens to Dongting. Li Bai's "Ascending the Yang Tower with Xia Twelve"

I used to hear about the water in Dongting, and now I go to the Yueyang Tower. Du Fu's "Climbing the Yueyang Tower"

Standing in the dangerous building, the wind blows softly, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy. Liu Yong's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"

The first to get the moon is when the tower near the water is close to the water, and the flowers and trees facing the sun are easy to spring. Song Yu Wenbao's "Qing Ye Lu"

The tall building is like this night, and I can't sigh. Li Bai's "Moon over the Mountain"

The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. Li Bai's "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou"

Leaning against the building, listening to the wind and rain, looking at the rivers and lakes indifferently. "Wind and Cloud" by Ma Rongcheng

Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. "Butterflies Love Flowers" by Yan Shu

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Li Bai's "Sleep in the Mountain Temple at Night"

The sound of the singing pipes on the tower is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard. Su Shi's "Spring Night"

The wind blows the rain into the building, and the splendor deserves a good word to praise. Su Shi's "Evening View of Wanghai Tower"

The wind blows from the ground and suddenly blows away, and the water under Wanghai Tower is like the sky. Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"

The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor. "The Resentment of Yao Se" by Wen Tingyun

The building is leaning against the frost tree, and there is no trace of the sky in the mirror. "Autumn View of Chang'an" by Du Mu

Farewell to Huaiyin City on a drunken night, the moonlight illuminates the tall buildings and sings a song. "Gift to the Young Man" by Wen Tingyun

Under the moonlight, the flying mirror looks like clouds forming sea towers. Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

Dance low in the willow tower to the heart of the moon, and sing in the shadow of the peach blossom fan. "Partridge Sky" by Yan Jidao

The green and dark in front of the building lead the way, with a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness. Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pines"

The boat on the river is rocking, and the curtain upstairs is moving. Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·A Boat Crossing the Wujiang River"

I lean on the tall buildings in the city and hope that I can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles. Zhang Xian's "Jiangnan Willow"

The flute is in Yueming Tower. Li Yu's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"

The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west tower in the clear night. Wang Qi's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River/Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"

Most of the spring sunshine is in the willow branches, and long strips are picked out and inserted in restaurants. "Suxin City" by Yang Wanli

After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. Wen Tingyun's "Recalling Jiangnan"

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2. A complete collection of ancient poems describing houses

"Afanggong Fu" by Du Mu

"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" by Wang Bo

"The Story of Yueyang Tower" by Fan Zhongyan

"Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi

"Huang Crane" by Cui Hao

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Title note: Written by imperial edict. The Emperor Ming sat in the Agarwood Pavilion and felt something, and wanted to make music in vain. When he was called in, Bai was already drunk. He poured water on his face from left to right to relax a little. The writing is written with exquisite precision.

The golden house of Xiaosheng is full of purple microorganisms. Mountain flowers are placed in the bun, and carnations are embroidered on the robe.

Every time I leave the deep palace, I always follow the chariot back home. I just worry about the singing and dancing disappearing, turning into colorful clouds flying.

Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind

Du Fu

In August, the high autumn wind howled and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond. A group of children in the south village deceived me because I was old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it.

He hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed. The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn desert turns dark. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!

A poem about a tall building in the northwest

Author: Lu Ji (Wei and Jin Dynasties)

A tall building is so steep. It's far away, steep and peaceful. The beautiful window comes out of the dust. Flying in the clouds.

The beautiful lady plays the harp and harp. Slender hands are clear and free. The aroma is carried by the wind. The mournful sound is fragrant orchid.

Who can take care of the beauty? Allure in one shot. Standing and looking at the sun. He sighed again and again.

Stay there for a long time without complaining. May the singers be happy. Sijia returns to Hongyu. Fly together and fly together.

3. Poems describing tall buildings

"Poem about a tall building in the northwest"

How steep is a tall building. It's far away, steep and peaceful.

The beautiful window comes out of the dust. Flying in the clouds.

The beautiful lady plays the harp and harp. Slender hands are clear and free.

The aroma is carried by the wind. The mournful sound is fragrant orchid.

Who can take care of the beauty? Allure in one shot.

Standing and looking at the sun. He sighed again and again.

Stay there for a long time without complaining. May the singers be happy.

Sijia returns to Hongyu. Fly together and fly together.

There are tall buildings in the northwest,

Who is sad alone

I ask you what you remember

You are smiling at the moon

The high-rise buildings are full of dusk, and the sycamore leaves are covered with rustling rain.

4. What are the ancient poems that describe houses?

1. "Inscription on a Humble House" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

If a mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the color of the grass is green. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: "What's so bad?

2. "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Flying across the river to the suburbs, the tall ones hang on the forest branches, and the lower ones float around the pond.

The group of children in the south village bully me for being old and weak, and I can't bear to hold the grass into the bamboo. , My lips are burnt and my mouth is dry, I can't breathe, I lean on my stick and sigh.

The wind has set the clouds in black, and the autumn is dark. The quilt has been cold as iron for many years, and the bedside room is cracked. There is no dry place to leak, and the rain is like hemp. I have lost my sleep and am so wet all night long! Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house, my house will be broken and frozen to death! [2]

3. "Spring Festival Evening at Shushan House Wall" by Tang Guanxiu

Chaimen is quiet, millet and rice are fragrant, there are fireworks in the mountain house and the spring rain is clear.

The garden is covered with flowers and the water is cool. The child is singing on the tree.

4. Li Changfu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscription on a Friend." House"

The poet's house is at the bottom of the pine tree. There are several houses separated by paths, cut off by water.

The bamboo joints are opposite each other, and many birds call themselves love. You are really quiet, but you hesitate when you want to leave.

5. Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Feasting on the Plum Blossoms in the Taoist Mountain House"

The forest is full of sorrow and spring is over, and the curtains are draped to see the beauty of things.

Suddenly I met the Blue Bird Envoy and was invited to Chisong's house.

The golden stove was just starting to fire, and the peaches were blooming.

If the child's face could stay, why would he be drunk in the clouds? /p>

5. What are the poems that describe the house

The high autumn wind roared in August and rolled up the triple thatched roof of my house.

——Du Fu's "The Thatch Was Broken by the Autumn Wind." "Song" interpretation: In the depth of autumn in August, the strong wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The wind blew hard on the pine trees on the house, and I was talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

- Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping". "Le Staying Alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan" means: The heavy rain is pouring down, beating rapidly on the roof; the window paper is torn by the wind, making a huffing sound, as if he is talking to himself. Gold house.

——Interpretation of Li Bai's "Concubine's Unlucky Life": Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once doted on Gillian very much and built a golden house for her to live in. There is no earth in front of the door, and there is no tile on the house.

——Mei Yaochen, "The Potter" The tile-burning workers dug and dug all day long. All the soil in front of the door was dug out, but there was not a single tile on the house. The grass and trees in Mengxia are long and the trees are sparse around the house.

——Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" interpretation: In the season of Mengxia, the vegetation is lush and the green trees surround my house. Spring doves are chirping on the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the village.

——Interpretation of Wang Wei's "Pastoral Works in Spring": A spring dove is chirping on the house, and large white apricot flowers are blooming beside the village. The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.

——Interpretation of Yang Wanli's "Cold Food to the Tomb": The maple leaves on the mountains in the distance are hazy and pale, and the hut next to the wheat field looks very lonely. Ming zither and golden millet pillars, in front of the jade house with plain hands.

——Interpretation of "Listening to the Zheng" by Li Duan: The guzheng with the golden millet shaft makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty with bare hands sitting in front of the jade house. Stopping the shuttle, I recall the people far away with sadness, and I shed tears like rain while staying alone in a solitary room.

——Interpretation of "The Cry of the Black Night" by Li Bai: It's so lonely, I can't help but stop thinking about my relatives far away and her weaving shuttle. The feeling of sleeping alone in an empty room was so unbearable that tears rolled down her cheeks.

Do you know that you were once a county official? Inscription on the wall of the old monk’s room. ——Su Che's "Huai Mianchi Sends Brother Zhan" Definition: Do people know that he once served as the chief bookkeeper of Mianchi? He also stayed in the monk's room with his father and brother and wrote poems on the wall.

Buy spring with a jade pot, enjoy the rain in the house. ——Situ Kong's "Twenty-Four Poems·Elegance" Definition: Use jade pots to carry wine for spring outings, and enjoy the rain in thatched huts to entertain yourself.

Yesterday the house was very popular, but today there is a lot of chaos outside. ——Interpretation of Bai Juyi's "Five Poems of Fangyan·Part 4": Yesterday there were crowds of people inside and outside the house, but today it is so deserted outside the door.

The cold window of the old house. After listening to a few pieces, Jingtong flew down.

——Explanation of Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour in the Palace: The Setting Sun Shines on the Water Under the Leaves": In an old hut, I lay under the cold window and heard the sound of a few sycamores falling to the ground beside the well. The broken walls are covered with rain snails, and there are no writers in the old house.

——Interpretation of Chen Shidao's "Spring Shows the Neighbors": The dilapidated broken walls were soaked by the spring rain, and the snails crawled leaving crooked seal characters. There is no monk in the old house that is in disrepair. Only Liang Yan commits the crime and regards it as his home.

The Beidou hangs on the west tower when the sky returns, and there is no one in the golden house. ——Interpretation of "Two Songs of Complaints of Nagato" by Li Bai: The Big Dipper hangs high in the west tower, and only fireflies flow in the lonely golden room.

6. Ancient poems describing houses

Songs about thatched cottages destroyed by the autumn wind

The howling autumn wind in August

Rolling on my house Triple Mao

Mao flies across the river and scatters in the suburbs

The tall ones are hanging on the forest branches

The lower ones are floating around the Shentang Col

A group of children in Nancun bullied me as I am old and weak

I can’t bear to face a thief

I openly hugged the grass into the bamboo

My lips are burnt and my mouth is dry and I can’t breathe

Return and rely on oneself to sigh

The wind in a while makes the clouds black

The desert turns dark in autumn

The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years

The arrogant son hates lying down and gets cracked inside

There is a leak at the bedside and there is no place to dry

The rain is still numb on the feet

My menstruation is messed up and I sleep less

How can I get wet in the long night

How can I stay safe in thousands of mansions

The poor people in the world are all happy

Even if the wind and rain do not move, I am as safe as a mountain

< p> Woohoo! When did I suddenly see this house in front of me?

My house is broken and frozen to death

Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble House"

The mountain is not high, but the immortal is named . If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the color of the grass is green. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: "What's so bad?

7. Poems about houses

The poems describing "houses" are as follows:

1. "Xin Qiji" of the Song Dynasty Qingpingle·Village Residence"

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is so charming in the drunkenness. Who has gray hair?

< p> The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop.

What I love most is that my child died, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

2. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

A mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What is so shameful?

3. "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the village. Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.

Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless and melancholy, like a traveler from afar.

4. "Cold Food on the Tomb" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty

What a shame for a straight man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?

The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.

The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.

Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival.

5. "Song of a Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.

The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned, I leaned on my staff and sighed.

The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my menstruation is disordered and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long?

There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain without being affected by wind or rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!

8. Poems describing famous buildings

"Yellow Crane Tower" Cui Hao People in the past have taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green.

Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad. "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Haoran's Guangling" Li Bai The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks were shooting up in the March sky.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin" by Li Bai I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home.

The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. "Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower" by Li Bai Looking east to the Yellow Crane Mountain, the majestic figure appears in the sky.

There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun. The rocks and mountains range across the sky, and the peaks are densely packed.

It is said that many immortals learned flying skills here. Once facing Penghai, there is an empty stone chamber for thousands of years.

The golden stove produces smoke, and the Yutan is mysterious and quiet. The ancient relics of grass and trees on the ground, the cold and old mushrooms in the courtyard.

□I am envious of climbing the ranks because I want to maintain my leisure. □The place is: scratching the hands and changing the feet. Watching the wonders of all the mountains, this mountain range is incomparable.

Send the green pine with your heart, and you will always realize the guest's feelings. "The Drunk Reply Ding Shiba wrote a poem to ridicule Yu Chui for smashing the Yellow Crane Tower" Li Bai The tall Yellow Crane Tower has been smashed by the hammer, and the Yellow Crane Immortal has no place to rely on.

The Yellow Crane went to heaven to sue the Jade Emperor, but he was allowed to return south. The gods and governors carve and decorate again, and the new pictures and whitewashed walls are still beautiful.

A state laughs at me as a crazy stranger, and young people often come to laugh at me. Whose son is under Junping's curtain? It is said to be Ding Lingwei from Liaodong.

When I write poems, I am so excited that white clouds fly around the window. Wait until you wake up from the wine in the Ming Dynasty, and look for the light of spring with you romantically.

"Send Off a Friend in Jiangxia" by Li Bai The green clouds and fur coats are dotted with snow, and I send you off to the Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane shakes the jade feathers and flies west to the imperial state.

The phoenix is ??so solid that it is not a gift for traveling far away. □ Place: Wang Qian Wandering and looking at each other's shadows, tears flowed down the Han River.

"Bodhisattva Barbarian·Yellow Crane Tower" Mao Zedong Nine sects spread across China, running through the north and south. The mist and rain are vast, and turtles and snakes lock the river.

Where does the Yellow River go? There are still tourist places left. The wine pours down, and the mood rises.

"Yellow Crane Tower" Jia Dao The high threshold and dangerous eaves are as strong as flying, and the lonely clouds and wild water are lingering. The green mountains will remain as they were for eternity. When will the yellow crane leave and not return? The shore reflects half of the city of Xizhou, and the trees in Nanpu are about to fade away in the smoke.

I know that Yu Ke has no reason to see, and the messenger in the sky looks at Luo Hui affectionately! Song Zhiwen Han Guang is not divided into heaven and earth, and the boat moves like an immortal. The clear river spends the warm day, and the yellow crane makes clear smoke.

When will Yue Fei ask for a tassel to carry a sharp brigade and cross the Qinghe River and Luo River with a whip? But he returned and continued his tour of Hanyang, crossing the Yellow Crane.

Lu You How late is it to return to Canglong Quejiao? I don’t know how drunk I am in the Yellow Crane Tower. The Han River exchanges waves are faint, and the relics of the Jin and Tang Dynasties are scattered.

Fan Chengda Who is playing the Mid-Autumn Festival with the flute, and the Yellow Crane returns to catch up on old travels. The Han tree is full of love across the North Dipper, and the Shu River is speechless embracing the South Tower.

Bai Juyi The thoughts of Chu are vague, the clouds are cold and the water is cold, the sound of business is clear and orchestral in autumn. White flowers splash in Toutuo Temple, and Parrot Island is caged in red leaves.

Liu Yuxi I felt suspicious in my dream, and my boat suddenly traveled thousands of miles. The Yellow Crane Tower is missing, but the cold sand and snow look similar.

Wang Wei Canglangshui below the city, Yellow Crane Tower on the riverside. Zhu Lan will be surrounded by powder and the river will be reflected leisurely.

The above are the poems describing the Yellow Crane Tower. "Climbing the Yueyang Tower" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. In the past, I heard about the water in Dongting, and now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower. To the southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.

There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people. The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows.

"Climbing the Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The tower overlooks the end of Yueyang, and the Sichuan River opens into the Dongting Palace. The geese lead away the sorrow, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon.

Staying in the clouds, receiving cups in the sky. After getting drunk, the cool breeze blows and people dance on their sleeves.

"Light View of Yueyang Tower" by Cui Jue of the Tang Dynasty Amidst the water and clouds for thousands of miles in the world, the fishing boat is like a pingpeng and comes back again. The north wind blows obliquely upstairs, and the western sun in the lake holds the mountain upside down.

There are hateful people coming to Huaisha, and the emperor is free to play drums and seders silently. What's the matter? Still watching at dusk, there are several rows of smoke trees and thorn bushes.

"Yueyang Tower" Liu Changqing It was already late when we reached the clear stream, and the clouds and shadows of the mountains were wavy. The returning guests in front of the building complained about the autumn dream, and the beauty on the lake doubted the night song.

Sitting alone at a high place, the wind is strong, and the flat lake is dim and bright with a bright moon. In the end, a boat was loaded with woodcutter, and the sails were filled with white waves.

"Climbing the Yueyang Tower" by Chen Yuyi, Southern Song Dynasty. To the east of Dongting and to the west of the river, the curtains cannot move but the setting sun is late. Climb to the land that divides Wu and Shu, and move to the lake and mountains when it's almost twilight.

Traveling thousands of miles away is still a far-sighted journey, and more than three years of hard work is even more dangerous. In the ancient wind and frost, old Mucangbo is infinitely sad.

Looking to the west from Dongting, the Chu River divides. When the water is gone, there are no clouds in the sky to the south. The autumn scenery of Changsha is far away at sunset. I don’t know where to pay my respects to Mr. Xiang.

--Li Bai "Accompanying the Clan Uncle Ye, the Minister of Criminal Affairs, and Zhongshu Jia Sheren to Tour Dongting" The smoke waves are motionless and the shadows are deep, and the green color is not as deep as the green color. --Yong Tao's "Ti Junshan" Southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.

-- Du Fu's "Climbing the Yueyang Tower" Among the nine states in Dongting, who will give way to the great one? Nanhui Group of Cliffs and Waters, how unrestrained is the northern injection. --Han Yu's "Climbing the Yueyang Tower" Steaming clouds and dreamy lakes shake Yueyang City.

--Meng Haoran's "Present to Prime Minister Zhang at Dongting Lake" Baling Shengzhuang is located in Dongting Lake. It carries distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River, a vast and endless river.

The spring scenery is bright and calm, and the sky above and below is bright and clear. --Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower".

Meng Haoran - "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang" The lake is horizontal in August, but the water is too clear. The steam is rising over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.

If you want to help those who have no boat, they will live in shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen is just a feeling of envy for the fish.

The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there are no goggles on the surface of the pool that have not been polished. Looking at the Dongting landscape from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.

————Liu Yuxi’s “Looking at the Dongting” The green grass in the Dongting is almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no wind at all. There are thirty thousand hectares of Yujian and Qiongtian fields, one leaf of which is on my boat.

The bright moon is shining brightly, the bright river is shining brightly, and it is clear both inside and outside. It's so pleasant to understand, but it's hard to tell you the beauty of it.

Ying Nian Ling has been there for many years, and the solitary light shines on it, and the liver and gallbladder are all covered with ice and snow. The short hair is fluttery, the sleeves are cold, and the sky is wide and steady.

Walk across the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, and treat everything as a guest. The boat is whistling alone, I don’t know what night it is! ——Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Niannujiao·Crossing the Dongting" The above is a description of Yueyang Tower in "Yueyang Tower", so I won't write about it.