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What are the poems describing waterfalls?

1, looking at Lushan Waterfall

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

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.

Translation?

The censer peak gives birth to a purple mist under the sunlight, and a waterfall hangs in front of the mountain like white satin from a distance. There seem to be several waterfalls in thousands of feet on the high cliff, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky to the ground.

2, the title Xilin wall

Author Su Shi? Song dynasty

Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.

I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.

Translation?

Seen from the front and side, Lushan Mountain is undulating and peaks stand tall. Seen from afar, near, high and low, Lushan Mountain presents various appearances. The reason why I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain is because I am in Lushan Mountain.

3. Yellow Crane Tower-Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

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.

Translation?

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.

4. Xiajiangling, Bai Di

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Translation?

In the morning, the morning glow is all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are constantly echoing. When the ape's crow was still ringing in his ears, the brisk boat had crossed the endless mountains.

5. Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

Looking at the Yellow River Mountain in the east, the male bird came out in the air. There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun.

The rocks cross the vault and the peaks are dense. I have heard of many immortals and learned flying skills here.

Facing the sea, the stone room is empty for thousands of years. The golden stove produces smoke, and the jade pool is secluded.

Ancient vegetation, cold ancient wisdom, and envy of climbing, because they want to protect leisure.

Traveling all over Shan Ye, Zi Ling is unparalleled. Send your heart to the pine tree and don't forget the guest's feelings.

Translation?

Looking east at the Yellow River Mountain, I saw the majestic power of the Yellow River Mountain in mid-air. The peak is surrounded by white clouds, and the middle peak holds up the spring sun. The mountains stand tall and the peaks are deep.

I've heard many times that many immortals learn the art of flying here, and once they become immortals, they fly to Penglai Wonderland, and the stone chambers they gave up have been empty for thousands of years.

The Dan stove has already produced dust, and the clear pool has long been silent, losing its old vitality. The wasteland is overgrown with weeds, the palace is bitter and cold, and the herbs such as bitter orange are outdated.

I really want to climb this mountain to keep my leisure. The strangeness of viewing is all over the famous mountains, but what you see is not as good as this mountain. I put my heart into the pine trees on the mountain, and I realized that there would be no more tourists and tourists.