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Poems describing turbulent rivers
Have you noticed how the water of the Yellow River moved into the sea and never returned to Li Bai's "drinking"?

"The Yellow River has fallen into the East China Sea, and Wan Li has written in his arms." Li Bai gave Pei fourteen songs.

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Wang Zhihuan Liangzhou Ci

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador

The mountains cover the day, the sea exhausts the golden river, and the ring of the king stays in the heron lodge.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice choked the ferry. I want to climb the snowy Taihang Mountain, and Li Bai's road is very difficult.

Wan Li sand in the Yellow River, waves scouring the wind from Tianya Liu Yuxi's Tang Dynasty "Waves scouring the sand"

Poems about the Yangtze River

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.

The stars leaned down from the clearing, and the moon came running from the river.

Leaves fall like a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu and climb up the mountain.

The lonely sail is far away, but I can send Meng Haoran to Guangling in the sky of the Yangtze River.

Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows back to Li Baiwang Tianmen Mountain.

The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river flows into the river (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")

Yellow river poems

Climbing the Watergate Building, I saw my late friend Zhang zhen's poem about the Yellow River, which made me excited.

Cui Shu

My friend in the southeastern United States, I have heard of this building. People die with Sichuan, but books stay in the wall.

Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.

Time and words are ancient, and traces will be silent. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.

Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.

Poems crossing the Yellow River

The river is swift and muddy.

The soup can't be ling.

It's hard to make a list.

Matsuzaka won the game.

The empty court suppresses the old wood.

The wilderness is over.

Don't beat people's footsteps.

But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.

Send a message that the river is old.

This water is not clear.

The Yellow River sank.

From Qinghai-Tibet Plateau

A little-known mound began.

draw out

Yellowing water

Put the rough stone tools of our ancestors

And the sobs of China people.

Bury sth deeply

Converge into a cry and expand the exotic life.

Yellow carpet

Bohai bay coast

Extend to the Dragon Palace

One day.

Wang lung in Donghai

Bring a beautiful dragon lady.

Come to the carpet.

Yuelaoxia

Accompanied by the vigorous "boatman ballad"

Have a glass of cold moonlight together.

Hejiu

Yellow skin and black hair

Claiming to be related to ...

When crossing the Yellow River

The river is swift and muddy. The soup can't be ling.

It's hard to make a list. Matsuzaka won the game.

The empty court suppresses the old wood. The wilderness is over.

Don't beat people's footsteps. But it is exciting to see a fox and a rabbit.

Send a message that the river is old. This water is not clear.

Langtaosha

Jiuqu Yellow River and Wan Li Sand,

Waves and strong winds swept from the horizon.

Now go straight to the galaxy,

Go to Penny and Weaver's house.

Yellow river poems

Climbing the Watergate Building, I saw my late friend Zhang zhen's poem about the Yellow River, which made me excited.

Cui Shu

My friend in the southeastern United States, I have heard of this building. People die with Sichuan, but books stay in the wall.

Stefanie is so secluded that Xie Gong came from afar. At the beginning of the breeze, I sing praises, and in my spare time, I care.

Time and words are ancient, and traces will be silent. Always lonely, empty to see the Yellow River.

Exile will be very late, and the sad thing is already autumn. I dared not ask, so I went boating with tears in my eyes.