Poems describing the long history of the Yangtze River

1, the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. -From Linjiang Fairy, Rolling the Yangtze River and Crossing Water East by Yang Shen in Ming Dynasty.

The Yangtze River rolled eastward, and many heroes disappeared like flying waves. What is right and wrong, success and failure, all in vain in the end. Only the green hills still exist and the sun still rises and sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the change of time.

2. The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. -From Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia in the Song Dynasty.

The mighty river of no return and the surging waves have washed away all the heroes of the ages. To the west of Laoying, people say it was the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow.

In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white sand beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -From Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain in the Tang Dynasty.

It is sad for apes to cry when the wind is high and the sky is high. There are birds hovering on the clear river and white beach. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in.

4. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. -Excerpted from Du Fu's A Night in a Foreign Country in the Tang Dynasty.

The breeze blows the fine grass on the river bank, and the high-masted boat is moored alone at night. The stars are hanging in the sky, and Ye Ping looks very broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.

5, life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. -From Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" in the Tang Dynasty.

Life goes on and on, but the moon on the river is always similar year after year. I don't know who the moon on the river is waiting for, but the Yangtze River has been conveying water.