Ancient Poems in the Movie "Seventy-seven Days"

Seventy-seven Days was directed by Zhao Hantang, starring Zhao Hantang and Jiang. Based on Yang Liusong's real experience and his novel "The Open Space in the North", it tells the story of Lao Yang who lost herself in the city and a paraplegic but optimistic female photographer. It took them 77 days to get out of Qiangtang no man's land together.

Every frame of the film can be used as wallpaper, which makes people sigh the magnificence of China's mountains and rivers. Gao said: Life is not only about the present, but also about poetry and distance.

In this movie, we can see the magnificent scenery in the distance, but there is no poem. It happened that I played in Tibet for a year or two. Although I didn't go to Qiangtang, I also walked through no man's land such as Hoh Xil. He wrote many poems about Tibet.

Then let's follow the journey of the movie to appreciate poetry and the distance.

Partridge sky-recalling Cang Yang Jia Cuo

Jun is the king of the plateau snow scene and once had a lover in Lhasa.

The life of the Millennium Palace is short. Clear skies in Wan Li and long clouds in Wan Li.

In the market next to the cloth palace.

I didn't see Mei Jiao Niang tonight.

The poor story turned into a tragedy, leaving tourists with two lines of tears.

Ding Fengbo

Stay at Everest Base Camp overnight and love to travel freely all your life.

The moon is lower, the sky is closer, the wind is tight, and the cold wind blows all over the sky.

Seeing the fog on the wasteland in the morning and closing the road taught people why they were not injured.

Wait until the clouds in front gradually drift away. The sky and mountains are clear.

Set off a storm ~ spend the night on Mount Everest

Mount Qomolangma stands outside the west window, listening to the melting of ice and snow in Tao Tao.

The moonlight shines on the silver mountain, which is really bright and wild. Poor bright moon and dark starry sky.

Travel all over Qian Shan with no regrets. The gale tried to lift the crown of the tree overnight.

Come and go like colorful clouds, and the fairy Chang 'e dances in the Guanghan Palace.

Qin Yi goose

The west wind is strong and the mountains are in Yamanoe. ,

Mount Everest, the vast wilderness, colorful clouds wither.

It coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moonlight shines on the snow for thousands of years? ,

Thousands of years of snow, crystal clear, connected with the sky.

Qinyuanchun-Everest

Want to go to heaven, watch ice every day and listen to avalanches at night.

Looking at Mount Everest, the cloud flag is like a phoenix, and under the glacier, the jade belt is like a dragon.

Nine Chung Shan Man, eight thousand li, matches the Chang 'e Dance Sleeve Palace.

In the cold wind, look at the starry sky while the moonlight is blurred.

There are heroes in the world, but they are not afraid of the cold and wind.

Tang poetry and Han Fu, without songs or chants, Song Ci and Yuan Qu disappeared without a trace.

After traveling all over Qian Shan, Xu Xiake remembered that he didn't know that this mountain stood in the sky.

Sing, I have a vast universe in my heart.

Shuidiao ~ Everest Base Camp 20 16 Mid-Autumn Festival Memories and Dongpo Rhyme.

Go all the way to Tibet and look up at the sky at the top of the mountain.

I don't know how many light-years away the stars above me are.

Mount Everest is snowing thousands of miles, and the pool is clear and the moon is reflected. This night is very cold.

All ages are like this, as if time had frozen.

The night wind roared, it was as dark as ice, and I couldn't sleep.

Pity the whole world, it is not the bright moon that can reunite.

I want to remember the flow of the galaxy, but what I see is brightness and brilliance, and God's will has not come true.

A few colorful clouds are scattered and dancing under the moon.

Huanxisha

Gobi drives wild donkeys and sings into the wasteland.

There is always a happy moment in life.

Humanitarian wild donkeys are often stupid and stubborn, and I am still stupid when I look at you.

It's dangerous and uninhabitable here.

Overnight sheep

Crows live on telephone poles at dusk, and the sun is setting on the wasteland.

Autumn wind wants to weed out weeds, but running water cannot prevent desert sand.

The swamp startled the crane, and the grassland was full of Gesang flowers.

Tonight, except for my comrades-in-arms, the bright moon and the ends of the earth are all my homes.

Cross the ghost lake

The ghost lake in Shenshan Town is magnificent in the world.

I was fascinated by the waves. I wandered among the clouds and painted.

The tundra is long and lonely, and autumn is getting colder and colder.

How many beautiful scenery, is by no means plain sailing.

Quail day

People are wide in the plateau, and clouds are projected into the pool.

When four-wheel drive cross-country gallops, thousands of miles of wasteland have to turn.

No signal. There's a glacier.

Snow-capped mountains and sunset shuttled through banners.

The scenery is poor all the way, and the bright moon invites people to watch it alone.

Langtaosha

Cross-country entry, the stars and the moon follow.

On the snowy mountain, colorful clouds return.

In the desert at the end of the world, the wind is blowing.

After a long night's dream, the mountains are low and depressed.

I advise you not to be a teenager.

I started to run away when I heard the wolf howling at the moon.

Visit the Guge Dynasty

Drive to visit the border, this place is uninhabited.

The Gobi double dragon roll, the wasteland takes the lead.

The rise and fall leave traces of prosperity, and the palace is in the sky.

Stop and learn from wolves, and cattle and sheep are indifferent.

Pick mulberry seeds

On the top of the mountain, the independent wind is floating, and the sea of clouds is boundless.

Clear water soup, I am the king of the snowy area in an instant.

The scenery is infinite, the time is slow and the road is long.

Autumn leaves turn yellow, so forget Vanity Fair.

Xiangzi

As the sun sets, people are on a dangerous cliff.

Wandering around and looking at the horizon.

The mountain peaks soar into the sky.

Look at smoke like fog, fog like rain, rain like yarn.

The wind blows snow and ice, and the rain brings sediment.

When parting, a bowl of camellia oleifera.

The road ahead is vast and there is no home.

Or a mountain cloud, a lake, a flower.

Langtaosha

At dusk, when the border passes, the wind switches between flags.

The scenery in the sky is infinite.

Want to go to the top of the mountain, full moon, desert wasteland.

Don't climb a mountain alone, a glacier.

A wolf howled, and the moonlight was cold.

Just a lonely traveler at the end of the world, who * * * ChanJuan.

Quail day

At night, wolves roar and eagles fly, and the vast expanse is even more deserted.

Driving thousands of miles to find the way forward, bumps will never follow.

The autumn moon is hidden, the morning star is sinking,

The grassland is the most charming night.

Tonight is like visiting a fairyland, an unheard-of world.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Autumn equinox season, lonely plateau month.

The wolf howled in the wilderness and suddenly it snowed.

If you want to get lost on the road ahead, you can be alone in the snowy rivers and lakes.

What is lovesickness in Mo Wen? It's desolate here

Rupland

All the way into Pulan, I came to the border alone.

Without food and barren land, there are thousands of gold and rich mines.

Wild horses are lonely and colorful.

The moonlight shines on the two lakes, and the world is far away from Meng Han.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

In addition to my comrades on the plateau, the moon is a thousand miles away.

There was no west wind in the lonely city all night, which attracted birds singing and wolves howling on the snow-capped mountains.

The moonlight shines outside the west window, and the wind is like natural anger.

Sing aloud and let it fly. How many times can a lonely life be crazy?

Quail day

Independent and vast snow peaks, tundra is hundreds of miles away.

Glaciers melt, and the sun, moon and moon disappear for thousands of years.

Yajiangyuan xinzang road.

The snow and ice in the mountains turned into spring water.

From then on, a trickle of water flowed into the rivers and seas, and Qianshan was only idle.

Qinyuanchun-Namtso

The wind blows the standard, the waves hit the beach, and the sacred lake in Rizhao.

Looking forward to Qingtangla, Yunshan snow-covered, Bihu grey, vicissitudes of life.

Through thousands of years, through the ages, I know there are no birds and beasts.

Qiu Lai on the west wind plain is also a wasteland.

How about driving to Wan Li and asking who the real man is?

Want to climb to the top, get a glimpse of the sky, dive to the end, and then worship Longdu.

Rolling waves, all the way forward, this is the vicissitudes of thousands of books.

At sunset, Ren Yunqi, return home.

Set the storm ~ night to Nima

There is no one in the wilderness, the moon is half bright, the eagle is difficult to fly, and the wolf is difficult to sing.

People are trapped in the car, tired and bumpy, and lost. I know it's midnight on a cold night.

Where is the journey of a thousand miles? I'm disappointed. Look for the North Star ahead.

How many landscapes are unbreakable and vast. The ups and downs in the world are life.

Quail day

At night, the clouds in Bangor are thick, and it snows heavily, and it will last for a long time.

I lost my car and birds, and I grew old with Qianshan.

Wind fills the sleeves and snow seals the throat.

The road ahead is vast and worrying.

It is better to gallop on the wasteland, so life is more free.

Bangor night snow

In autumn, the desert wasteland rustles and people look back at tall buildings.

Last night, lovesickness provoked Qian Shan to be old.

Thoughts on seeing Tibetan antelopes in Hoh Xil

Why is this place desolate? I want to climb to the top and ask God.

Qiu Lai was furious, riding the wind and stepping through the snow to hide the antelope.

cacao

There's no one here. Drive until sunset.

Kunlun clouds rolled in the sun, and the snow on the road was frosty.

One vein is divided into Qinghai and Tibet, and the three rivers flow in the ocean.

There are several guns in the poor desert.

cacao

Sometimes there are eagles, sometimes there are wolves, and I wander alone in the wilderness.

A new world five thousand miles away, an old ocean three hundred million years ago.

The wind is hunting and the mountains are in the snow.

Now that I see the Kunlun moon, it won't be long before I can reach the plateau.

Zhegutian * Chaka Salt Lake

Chaka Salt Lake is full of water, but there is no one in Wan Li, Kunlun.

Clouds come and go in the lakes and mountains, and the sun and the moon rise and fall between heaven and earth.

Really cute, poor thing.

As real as fantasy, as beautiful as fairy tales.

The mirror of the sky has hung high for a long time, and it has been ups and downs for thousands of years.

Mulberry picking * Kunlun

Driving in the wasteland, looking around,

The dusk is deep and the journey of a thousand miles is lifeless.

At sunset, the snow is faint,

The vast Kunlun Mountain blocks the warm clouds from the south.

Young mermaid-the night blocked the no-man's land

Traffic in no man's land is broken, and it's midnight on a cold night.

Open the skylight and look at the starry sky, only to see the milky way falling from the sky.

The lights are bright and the stars are fading.

Where the world meets again, hundreds of millions of stars are in the smoke.

Huanxisha

Sichuan and Tibet have magnificent scenery, driving thousands of miles to avoid dust,

Climb to the top and see the snow-capped mountains.

The sun sets, the situation changes, and colorful clouds wander in the middle of the month.

Qianshan is waiting for you.

Ding Fengbo

At first glance, it is difficult to experience the scenery in the world without experiencing it.

Mo Wei is at a high altitude here, so what are you afraid of? The wind blew away all the troubles in the world.

From the top of Independence Mountain, the horizon falls in the sunshine and golden mountain.

People on the plateau, how mysterious, you know, a baptism of recognizing the ordinary.

There are many poems in the magnificent mountains and rivers, but no poets look for them. Many poems in Tang poetry and Song poetry are related to the mountains and rivers in China, and no man's land in Tibet is a place where so many poets in ancient China didn't have the opportunity to come, so the poems formed by various images here have not been found. I have been to Tibet twice and have written many poems here. And now "Seventy-seven Days" is released. I chose some poems from the scenes in the movie. If you like it, please help, appreciate and share more.