Classical Chinese essays describing flower forests

1. Small ancient prose describing pastoral scenery

Wang Wei's pastoral poem "Lu Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. "Xinyiwu": Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. "Mountain Residence in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Birdsong Stream" The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream. A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.

"Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.

Open a pavilion and a garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and there will be chrysanthemums.

The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.

The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. In the summer time, the father-in-law is drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.

The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside.

The square house covers an area of ??more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. There are elms and willows behind the starlings, and peaches and plums in front of the hall.

Jia Yi was relegated in three years, and his class surpassed that of Wanlihou. How to lead a white calf.

Wang Wei’s landscape pastoral poem "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

"Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.

"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

"Birdsong Stream" People are busy, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

A poem from "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.

There are pheasants and wheat seedlings, and silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.

This is the moment of leisure and relaxation, and the song of sadness is fading away. "Passing Through My Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.

The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.

Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.

On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water gurgls.

Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.

On the summer day, I got drunk and sang wildly in front of the five willows. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the countryside. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elm and willow shade behind the starling tree, peach and plum trees in front of the hall. Jia Yi was relegated in the third year, and his class surpassed Wanli Hou.

How to lead a white calf and drink water from a clear stream. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.

No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Don't laugh at the farmers' wine, which is thick with wax. In good years, enough chickens and dolphins are kept.

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers. The desert is filled with heavy clouds and dark clouds, and the rain is drooping thickly.

The ancient road of Linyan is full of wasteland. When will the five crops be harvested? How many households in an isolated village will cook?

The turbulent flow flows through the garden, and the rotten leaves are covered with autumn branches. In the evening, there is new woodcutting and dampness, and in the morning, the old fishery is moved.

Last year's chrysanthemums are left in the spare time, and the flowers are growing on the east fence. Hibiscus flowers bloom at the end of the wood, with red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another. The screen is on the Qishui River, and there are no mountains in the vast wilderness to the east.

The sun is hidden outside the mulberry tree, and the river is bright in the well. The shepherd boy went to look at the village, and the hound returned with him.

What's the matter with those who are quiet? The thorns fly through the daylight. The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.

The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.

After a long journey, I returned to Song Gao and retreated. The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Jun is free on the pond.

Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door. Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

Taiyi is close to Tiandu, with mountains and seas connected. The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist comes in to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.

Looking across the Golden Horse Gate, I sing and work on the woodcutter road. There are no friends in the countryside, and there are no relatives in the court.

Who can recommend Ganquan Fu to Yang Xiong? There are tens of thousands of dangerous paths, and there will be three breaks in a few miles.

Turning around, I saw my disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows on the rocks.

Quiet words in the deep stream, roaring high in the mountains. There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned home alone. Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, and hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar.

When I came to the wine table, I was suddenly unable to control myself, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar. The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

Tian Fuhe is standing there hoeing, talking to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.

The newly clear wilderness is vast. Extremely untainted.

Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.

Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.

There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.

The mud mirror surface of the new construction field is flat, and every family is plowing rice while the frost and weather are clear. There was light thunder in the laughter and singing, and the flails rang all night until dawn.

When entering Huanghuachuan, I chase the green stream every time. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.

Noisy in the rocks, but quiet in the deep pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds.

My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.

There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were pulling weeds and coming and going. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of frost and sleet, and they are scattered like grass.

He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to the southern border of the mountains. The beauty comes and goes alone, and the success is empty and self-aware.

Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

During the day, we work in the fields and at night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own house. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. 2. Classical Chinese essays describing landscapes

The forest flowers are falling more and more, but the grass paths are still alive

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"

February The water of the lake is clear, and the birds are singing in spring in every house

Tang Dynasty Yu Haoran's "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"

I heard that Chun Daochun has not yet met, so I walked by the winter plum to visit the news

< p> Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "A Letter to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring"

The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze returns on the willows

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Eight Poems for Music in the Palace"

The east wind returns with spring, sending flowers on my branches

"Recollections of the Sunset in the Mountains" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The east wind sprinkles rain and dew, bringing spring to the world

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Send Qi Ang to Drop in Bazhong"

In February and March of Xianyang, the golden branches of the palace willows

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Ancient Style"

Spring grass is like a sentimental one , there is still green in the mountains

"A Reply to Su Xiucai from Kinmen" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

From time to time, fallen flowers arrive, fragrant with the flowing water from afar

"A Reply to the Scholar Su from Kinmen" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Que Ti"

The flying snow accompanies the return of spring, and the good courtyard is leisurely at dawn

Tang Dynasty Liu Xuxu's "Snow Covered Hills"

The remaining summer heat in the small pond has retreated, The tall trees return early and cool

"Summer Evening in Zhi Province" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness

xuan: window .

"Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower represents the end of spring.

Solitary flower: a single flower. Spring remnants: The remaining scenes of spring, it is already early summer.

Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Visiting Kaiyuan Jingshe"

The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist

Lan: mist.

Tang Dynasty Cen Shen's "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to the Mansion to Return to the County"

The cloudy atmosphere of Xia Ban begins, and the clouds and scenery are autumn.

Xia Ban: It’s halfway through summer, after half of May in the lunar calendar. Xi: The way the wind blows.

Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Sending Liu Shifu"

The remaining summer cicadas are all gone, and the new autumn geese are coming

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "The Banquet" 3. Description Classical Chinese Essays on Landscapes

Travel Notes on Shizhong Mountain by Su Shi

On a late night when the moon was bright, I took a small boat to the foot of the cliff alone with Mai. The boulders stand thousands of feet sideways, like ferocious beasts and strange ghosts, eager to attack people. The falcons on the mountain will startle when they hear the sound of people, and they will buzz in the sky. There is also an old man who coughs and laughs in the valley, and may say: "This is a stork and a crane." The rest of the party is eager to return, and makes a loud noise on the water, and the jingling is like bells and drums incessantly, and the people in the boat are frightened. If you look at it slowly, you will find that there are stone caves under the mountain. I don't know how shallow or deep they are. Microwaves penetrate into them and they are filled with surging waves. This is why. The boat returned between the two mountains and was about to enter the port. There was a large rock in the middle of the stream, which could seat a hundred people. There were many orifices in the air, which were in harmony with the Feng Shui. There was the sound of boring and boring mandarins, corresponding to those who were facing it, and it was like a piece of music. . Because of his laughter, he said to Mai, "You know what you know? Those who are squeaky are the King of Zhou Jing's inability to shoot; those who are boring and boring are the songs of Wei Xianzi. The ancients did not deceive them."

< p> Former Red Cliff Ode

In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests were boating under Red Cliff. The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm. Lifting wine to the guests, reciting poems about the bright moon and singing graceful chapters. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it is going; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.

So they drank and enjoyed themselves very much, and sang along to the boat. The song says: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky. It's dim in my arms, and I'm looking at the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who blows a hole in the hole, and he listens to the song and harmonizes with it. His voice sounds like resentment. Like admiration, like crying, like complaining; the lingering sound is lingering, like a wisp; the dragon dancing in the secluded gully, weeping in the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sitting upright, and asked the guest: "Why is it so?" The guest said: "The moon and stars are sparse, and the crows are flying south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking West to the Summer From the mouth, look east to Wuchang. The mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? I am composing poems on the banks of the river. I have been a hero for a long time. How are I doing now? Kuangwu and I are fishing and woodcutting on the river, hanging out with fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk. We ride in a small boat and hold up a bottle to meet each other. Attribution: Send mayflies to the sky and earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for the brief moment of my life, and envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry flying immortals to fly, and hold the bright moon for the end. I don’t know how unexpected it is, and I leave it in the sad wind. " /p>

Su Zi said: "Do guests also know that water and the moon are like this? Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and empty are like that, but their soldiers are not waxing and waning. Look at the changes that will occur. , but heaven and earth cannot last for a moment; from the perspective of being unchanging, everything is endless to me, and why should I envy it? Everything in heaven and earth has its own owner, not even a single bit of it belongs to me. Take. Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be picked up by the ears and made into colors by the eyes. They are endless treasures of the Creator, and they are the place where I and my son are. "Suitable."

Since I found it in two places, I won't write it on the website.

The guests smiled happily, washed their dishes and drank more, and the food was all gone. The cups and plates were in a mess. The couple and their pillows were spread out in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the east.

Later Red Cliff Ode

It is the tenth month of the year, and I will return to Lingao after walking from the Xuetang. The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew have fallen, all the leaves have fallen off, and the figures are on the ground. They look up at the bright moon, look at it and enjoy it, and sing in response to each other. He sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, what a good night it is!" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I lift the net to catch fish, with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River. Gu An Did you get any wine? "Go back and seek help from your wives." The woman said, "I have a bucket of wine, which I have hid for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time." So she took the wine and fish and swam under the Red Cliff again. The river flows with sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks come out. The sun and the moon were as old as before, but the mountains and rivers cannot be recognised. I took my clothes and climbed up, walking on the slanderous rocks, covered with velvet, perched on tigers and leopards, climbed on horned dragons, climbed on the dangerous nests of falcons, and looked down on Feng Yi's secluded palace. Gai Ergu can't follow him. Suddenly there was a long roar, the grass and trees shook, the mountains hummed and the valley responded, the wind blew and the water surged. I am also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, so awe-inspiring that I can't stay. Instead, he boarded the boat, let it go into the middle of the current, and waited until it stopped. It was almost midnight, and everything was lonely. There is a lone crane coming across the river from the east. The wings are like wheels, and the silk clothes are black and white. They scream loudly and sweep towards the boat heading west.

After a while, the guest left, and I fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest in fluttering feathers was passing under Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" When asked his name, he bowed his head and did not answer. "Woohoo! Heehee! I know it. Those who flew past me at night in the past are not my sons, are they evil?" The Taoist priest laughed, and I was also shocked. Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it. 4. Classical Chinese essays describing natural scenery

Appreciation of Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring"

●Original text

In Taiyuan of the Jin Dynasty, he was a native of Wuling, and his occupation was fishing. Walking along the stream, forgetting how far the road is, suddenly encounter a peach blossom forest. There are hundreds of steps along the bank, and there are no trees in the middle. The grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful. Fishermen are very different. Going forward again, I want to exhaust the forest. When the forest runs out of water, there is a mountain. There is a small opening in the mountain, as if there is light. Then he left the boat and entered through the mouth.

At first it was extremely narrow, and then it became clear; after taking dozens of steps, it suddenly became enlightened. The land is flat and the houses are scattered. There are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo trees, traffic on the streets, and chickens and dogs hearing each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders, their yellow hair is hanging down, and they are enjoying themselves.

When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked. He asked where he had come from and gave him an answer. Then he returned home, where he set up wine and killed chickens for food. Hearing about this person in the village, Xian came to inquire. Ziyun's ancestors escaped from the chaos of the Qin Dynasty and led his wife's people to this desperate situation. They never came out, so they separated themselves from outsiders. When I ask what era this is, I don’t know whether there was the Han Dynasty or the Wei and Jin Dynasties. What this person said one by one made everyone sigh. The rest of the people went to their homes again, where they all had wine and food. Stop for a few days and resign. The saying goes: "It's not enough to teach outsiders."

After getting out and getting the boat, he helped him to the road and looked for it everywhere. When he went to the county, he went to the prefect and said so. The prefect immediately sent people to follow him in search of where he wanted to go, but he lost his way and could no longer find the way. Nanyang Liu Ziji, a noble scholar, heard about it and went there happily. Without success, he ends up seeking illness. After that, no one cared.

●Background introduction

Tao Yuanming (365~427) was a poet, poet, and essayist in the Jin and Song Dynasties. A Qian, with the courtesy name Yuan Liang, and his private nickname Jingjie. A native of Chaisang, Xunyang (now southwest of Jiujiang, Jiangxi). Tao's poetry follows the simple style of Wei and Jin poetry and enters a more sophisticated state, like a milestone marking the height that simple poetry can reach. Tao Yuanming is another pioneer of innovation. He successfully elevated "nature" to a state of beauty; changed the mystical philosophy expressed by Lao and Zhuang in the Xuanyan poetry annotations to the philosophy of daily life; combined poetry with daily life, and created a new style of pastoral poetry. theme.

The story of "Peach Blossom Spring" is similar to other fairyland stories, describing a beautiful fairyland outside the world. However, it should be emphasized that the ideal model provided by Tao Yuanming has its special features: the people living there are actually ordinary people, a group of people taking refuge, not gods, but they have retained more of their true nature than the world's people. That’s all; their peace, tranquility, and happiness are all obtained through their own labor. Many ancient fairy tales describe immortality and wealth. There is neither immortality nor wealth in Peach Blossom Spring, only a scene of farming. When Tao Yuanming first retired to seclusion, he only thought about personal progress and retreat. When he wrote "Peach Blossom Spring", he was no longer limited to individuals, but also thought about the future of the entire society and the happiness of the people. Tao Yuanming's step to take this step was related to his years of hard work and poor life experience. Although the Peach Blossom Spring is just a fantasy, it is very valuable to be able to propose this fantasy. 5. Looking for classical Chinese articles describing scenery (five articles)

Thanks to Zhongshu Tao Hongjing① The beauty of mountains and rivers has been talked about since ancient times.

The peak reaches the clouds, and the clear stream reaches the bottom. The stone walls on both sides of the bank are in five colors.

Green forests and green bamboos are available for all four seasons. The fog is about to break at dawn③, and the apes and birds are chirping wildly; the sunset is about to fade④, and the sunken scales are jumping about⑤.

It is truly the fairy capital of the world of desire⑥. Since the days of Kang Le, there has never been anyone who can match his miraculousness.

Notes: ① This article is selected from "Quan Liangwen, Three Dynasties of Ancient Times, Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms and Six Dynasties". Xie Zhongshu, also known as Xie Zheng, whose courtesy name was Yuandu, was born in Yangxia, Chen County (now Taikang, Henan Province). He once served as Zhongshu Honglu (in charge of confidential documents of the imperial court).

②Five colors: This describes the colorful stone walls. The five colors, green, yellow, black, white and red were the main colors in ancient times.

Complement each other. ③Four o'clock: four seasons.

④ Rest: dissipate. ⑤The sun is about to set: The sun is about to set.

Decline, fall. ⑥Sinking scales: Fish swimming in the water compete to jump out of the water.

Shen Lin, a fish swimming in the water. ⑦The fairyland of desire world: paradise on earth.

Desire Realm, Buddhism divides the world into the Desire Realm, *** and non-***. The realm of desire is the realm of beings who have not escaped from the seven emotions and six desires of the world, that is, the human world.

Xiandu, a beautiful world where gods live. ⑧Kangle: Guide to the famous landscape poet Xie Lingyun. He inherited the title of his grandfather and was named Kangle Gong.

He was a writer during the Qi and Liang Dynasties in the Southern Dynasties. ⑨和(yù): participation, here refers to appreciation.

Notes on Climbing Mount Tai ---- Yao Nai The yang of Mount Tai is that the Wen River flows to the west; the yin is that the Jishui River flows to the east. The Yang Valley all enters Wen, and the Yin Valley all enters Ji.

When it is divided into north and south, it is the ancient Great Wall. The highest Sun View Peak is fifteen miles south of the Great Wall.

In December of the 39th year of Qianlong's reign, I rode the wind and snow from the capital, traveled through Qihe and Changqing, passed through the northwest valley of Tai'an, and crossed the limit of the Great Wall to Tai'an. At the end of the month, I went up from the southern foot with the prefect Zhu Xiaochun and Ziying.

Forty-five miles, the roads are all built with stone slabs, with more than seven thousand levels. There are three valleys directly south of Mount Tai. The middle valley goes around the foot of Tai'an City, and the Li Dao is surrounded by water.

I started to follow it in, and the road was less than half way, crossed the middle ridge, followed the west valley again, and then reached its top. In ancient times, when climbing mountains, one would follow the east valley and there would be a Tianmen on the way.

The east valley is called the Tianmen Stream in ancient times, and cannot be reached by other places. Nowadays, the cliffs in the middle ridges and mountain tops that pass by are limited to those on the road, and the world calls them Tianmenyun.

The road is foggy and slippery, making it almost impossible to climb. As we go up, Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is bright with candles to the south. Looking at the city outline in the evening, Wenshui and Cuulai are picturesque, while half of the mountain is covered with mist.

Wushenhui, Wugu, and Ziying sat in the sun-viewing pavilion, waiting for the sunrise. The strong wind blew up the snow and hit the face. To the east of the pavilion, there were clouds all over the ground. In the clouds, dozens of white osmanthus trees could be seen, which looked like mountains.

The clouds in the sky are of different colors, and they become colorful in a moment. Above the sun, it is as red as a pill, and below there is a red light. It shakes and bears it, and it may be said that this is the East China Sea.

Looking back at the sun and looking at the west peak, whether the sun is shining or not, the colors are bright and crimson, and they are all hunchbacked. To the west of the pavilion there is Dai Temple and Bixia Yuanjun Temple.

The emperor's palace is located in the east of Bixia Yuanjun Temple. On this day, the stone carvings in Guandao were lost. Since the Xianqing period of the Tang Dynasty, all the ancient carvings have been lost.

If you are out of the way or not in the right way, you will not be able to go there. The mountains are more rocky and less soily.

The stone is pale black, mostly square and less round. There are few miscellaneous trees, many pine trees, and stone fences, all with flat tops.

Ice and snow, no waterfalls, no traces of birds and animals. On the solstice, there are no trees in the sky, and the snow is as deep as one’s knees.

Records of Yao Nai in Tongcheng. Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng - Wang Bo The old county of Yuzhang and the new mansion of Hongdu.

The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. It embraces the three rivers and leads to the five lakes, controls the wild thorns and leads Ouyue.

Xiongzhou is full of fog and bright stars.

The Taihuang is at the intersection of Yi and Xia, and the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast. When the governor Yan Gong looks forward to his elegant appearance, the halberd and halberd are approaching in the distance; when Yuwen Xinzhou's Yifan is out, the curtains of delirium are temporarily stationed.

Ten ten days of rest, I have many winning friends. Welcomed from thousands of miles away, full of distinguished friends.

The soaring dragon and the rising phoenix are the Ci sect of Scholar Meng; the purple lightning and blue frost are the arsenal of General Wang. The king of the family is the boss, and the road is famous.

How does the boy know? Bow to every victory. The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn.

When the water is exhausted, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, looking at the scenery in Chong'a.

Visiting the emperor's son's Changzhou, he found the immortal's old pavilion. The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below.

Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains. Covered in embroidery, he bowed down to the carved beast.

The vastness of the mountains makes one's eyes full, while the plains of Sichuan make one's eyes startle. Lu Yan rushes to the ground, the bells ring and the cauldrons are home; the boats and ships are in the middle of the water, and the boats are green birds and yellow dragons.

The rainbow sells in the rain, and the color shines brightly in the district. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color.

The fishing boats sing late, and the sound reaches the shore of Pengli. The formation of wild geese frightens the cold, and the sound breaks the shore of Hengyang. The distant chanting is smooth, and the joy is flying.

The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop. The green bamboos in Suiyuan are like the bottles of Pengze; the vermilion flowers in Yeshui are like the brushes of Linchuan.

Four beauties, two are difficult to combine. I can only watch the sky in the middle of the sky, and I can enjoy traveling in my spare time.

The sky and the earth are so different, and I feel the infiniteness of the universe; when joy and sorrow come, I know that there are countless ups and downs. I hope that Chang'an will be safe under the sun, and that Wu will be in the clouds.

The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high but the northern star is far away. The mountains are difficult to cross, and those who have lost their way feel sad; meeting each other by chance is a guest from a foreign land.

Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty? Alas! The fortunes are bad and the fate is misfortune. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang difficult to seal.

When Qu Jiayi was in Changsha, it was not without a holy master; when Liang Hong traveled to Haiqu, was there no lack of enlightenment? It depends on the gentleman to be in poverty and the wise man to know his fate. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a white-headed heart; when you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds.

I feel refreshed when I drink from the greedy spring, and I still feel happy when I am in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, I can take it if I shake it; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees.

Meng Chang is noble and noble, and he has no desire to serve his country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road? Bo is three feet short of life, and he is a scholar. There is no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; if you have a heart, you throw a pen, and you admire the emperor's long wind.

He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles. It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but it is the neighbor of the Meng family.

He is approaching the court day by day, wishing to accompany the carp pair; this morning, holding his sleeve in hand, he is happy to support the dragon gate. When Yang Yi doesn't meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play the flowing water? Whoop! The resort is rare and the feast is rare.

Orchid Pavilion is gone, Zize Qiu Ruins. As a farewell message, I am thankful to be grateful to you for your kindness; to climb high and compose a poem is to express my gratitude to the public! Dare to be sincere, respectful and short-tempered.

Every word is a poem, and all four rhymes are completed. Please sprinkle the Pan River, and let everyone pour the land, sea and clouds.

Teng Wang’s high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing. The painted building flies towards Nanpu clouds, and the rain rolls down the west mountain at dusk.

The shadows of the leisurely cloud pool are long and the sun is shining, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns. Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely! A Trip to Baochan Mountain - Wang Anshi Baochan Mountain is also called Huashan. Hui Bao Shi, a Buddhist figure from the Tang Dynasty, left it at its site and was buried there; hence the name "Baochan".

The so-called Huikong Chanyuan today is also called Luzhong. Five miles east of the courtyard, the so-called Huashan Cave is named after it is the Yangtze River of Huashan Mountain.

More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there is a stele serving the road. The inscriptions on it are overwhelming and unique.