Three branches in the south reach Chu, and nine flows to Jingmen. This river runs across the world, with and without mountains. Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky. Xiangyang beautiful scenery, drunk my old mountain heart! .
"Crossing Jingmen" Li Shen (Tang)
The Jingjiang River is vast and misty, and Jingmen Road is surrounded by mountains and lush. The sail intruded into the clouds and disappeared and became bright.
It is still a scene to see the sun shining faintly behind the mountain, green wheat crows and lonely wild pears.
Travel drove Ma Wanli far away and gradually entered the smoky and dangerous credit stack. Birds fly out of the valley in the forest,
A thousand rocks are crying on the moon. My heart aches. I can't smell it. People hate coming to Bashu.
I listened to this bird, may my soul. I don't know how to make mistakes when I'm dead As long as the feather family doesn't live,
Go straight to the sky and call the emperor. At this time, the mountains and the moon are like mirrors, and the rocks and trees set each other off.
It's spring in Ming Che. See the firewood path for details. The ghost temple is used as a postal kiosk.
Chickens and dolphins smell of fish every day. A fool's fortune is chaotic, so why pass on larks?
On the low mountain, I asked the traveler that I had worshipped the wilderness. Sadness, loyalty, self-reliance,
Who sacrificed the stone on the top of the mountain?
Du fu, ode to places of interest
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
"Autumn under Jingmen" Li Bai
In autumn, first frost was in Jingmen, and the leaves were scattered all over the place. Because of the mountains and the wide river, the autumn wind also sent me away, which made my journey safe.
This time I went out, not to eat delicious food, but to visit famous mountains and rivers, so the place I want to go is in the mountains.
Li Shangyin, west of Jingmen
One night, the south wind left dangerous leaves, and Jing Yun looked back at Xia Yunshi.
Has God ever been jealous of whether life should leave lightly?
The book of flesh and blood has an absolutely awkward title, and orchids are out of date.
Dongting Lake is vast and evil, but it envies Yang Zhu's weeping for Luqi.
Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. In autumn, the frost of Jingmen Li Bai falls on the trees along the Jingmen River, and the canvas hangs in the autumn wind. This time I went out, not to eat delicious food, but to visit famous mountains and rivers, so the place I want to go is in the mountains. Jingmen Song sent his brother to Li Duan, Kuizhou, and Tang Yudi left the county via Xichu, and the farewell party will give Jingmen rain. Moss's voice is getting more and more complicated, and people in Puli are closing the market. There is too much heavy yin, and the waves are soft.
Wangjingheng Road in the clouds, Wan Li Castle Peak at dusk. In Pipa Temple, the empty corridor was wet and desolate before ironing. The longer the sand tail is, the thinner it is, and the bamboo and grass are involved in the flow.
Yiling was far from being burned, and the upper reaches of the Han Dynasty advocated clothes. There are relatively many business forecasts for the ship door, and Gefu speaks under the cover of Longzhong Huagai. Naturally, there are sheep dances in Shi Yanfei, Xiangzhou and Guan Qi.
I once read Jiang Xing for Chiang Kai-shek and heartbroken for the rain in Hà Thu. Skyscrapers and ancient trees are invisible, named after the monks in Juyue. Today's pilgrimage was the first to leave. I remember Jingmen's hair in the rain. The Hanshui River overlooks the king, with three branches in the south reaching Chu, and nine branches flowing to Jingmen.
The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.
Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky.
These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! . Recalling Du Fu's village where thousands of valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grew up in Sri Lanka. She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong is the soul of jathyapple. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness. In Jingmen West, Li Shangyin was in danger of the south wind, and Jingyun looked back at Xia Yunshi. Has God ever been jealous of whether life should leave lightly? The book of flesh and blood has an absolutely awkward title, and orchids are out of date.
Dongting Lake is vast and evil, but it envies Yang Zhu's weeping for Luqi. Le Roy Bai Juyi
Enjoy the garden alone and look around the sun. The northeast is foggy, and the palace is full of smoke! Love this high place, suddenly like a dirty atmosphere; Eyes and ears are temporarily clear, and arms are depressed. Overlooking 12 street, there is red dust among the green trees. Cars and horses are full of eyes, but they are not loved. Confucius was born and died in Luoyang, and Yuan Jiu fell in Jingmen. Poor Nanbei Road, who is Gao Gai? My brother lives in Liu Zongyuan.
Scattered residual red all over the gloom, double hanging farewell tears across the river. The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life. Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky. Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real.