1. About the ancient poems describing the scenery of Dazhou: Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Wu Jun Smoke is seen on the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos.
Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Zhuli Pavilion Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei Genre: Wujue Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Emei Mountain Moon Song Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Qijue The half-moon of Emei Mountain casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River.
The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you.
Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai Genre: Qijue Whose jade flute is flying darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
Meeting an Envoy Entering the Capital Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen Genre: Qi Jue The road to the east of my hometown is long, and my sleeves are full of tears.
We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to convey peace and security.
Chuzhou West Stream Era: Tang Author: Wei Yingwu Genre: Qijue Category: Landscape A lonely grassy stream grows beside it, with orioles chirping in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
Jiangnan Meets Li Gui Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Qijue It is commonly seen in Prince Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang heard about it several times before.
that was nice scenery at Jiang Nan, met you again in autumn.
2. About the ancient poems describing the scenery of Dazhou. Miscellaneous poems in the mountains. Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties. Author: Wu Jun. See the smoke coming from the mountains, and glimpse the setting sun in the bamboos.
Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Zhuli Pavilion Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei Genre: Wujue sits alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Emei Mountain Moon Song Era: Tang Author: Li Bai Genre: Qijue Emei Mountain The moon half-turns in autumn, and the shadows are reflected in the flow of the Pingqiang River.
The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you.
Hearing the flute in Luocheng on a spring night Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai Genre: The sound of the jade flute from Qijue's family spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
When an Envoy Enters the Capital Era: Tang Author: Cen Shen Genre: Qijue Hometown Looking eastward, the road is long, with tears running down my sleeves.
We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to convey peace and security.
Chuzhou West Stream Era: Tang Author: Wei Yingwu Genre: Qijue Category: Landscape with lonely grass growing beside the stream, with orioles chirping in the deep trees.
The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
Meeting Li Gui in Jiangnan Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Qijueqi It is common in the residence of King Qi, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times.
that was nice scenery at Jiang Nan, met you again in autumn.
3. Modern poetry describing Dazhou. The local pronunciation has not changed ---- To Mr. Yang Tao. Holding the prayer tube and raising the prayer flags, go home, go home.
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No matter whether the memory is white or black, whether your mountains and rivers are bitter or joyful, the menstrual tube that wakes up and tells the story of growth in the bamboo flute of childhood, revolves around the dusk of decades of wind and rain, and keeps turning in a circle.
, two circles, N circles.
The prayer flags of the Potala Palace awaken your poems, your horses, your plateau, from the clouds in Lhasa, from the source of the Yangtze River, all the way south and east.
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Sichuan, Dazhou, the local accent that never fades away in dreams, waiting for you to come home in May.
Some branches refused to sprout.
A poem floating in the Zhou River is the dialect that you have not changed in the sorghum field that has collapsed over time. On the Phoenix Mountain, you express the pain of the smoke. The blue paper - to the time of Longke I. On this blue paper, you draw rules:
One, two, three, four, five, horizontally and vertically.
Life as paper cannot grasp the suspended war horse. Writing is all a failure. It is all broken words and shouting. It is useless. It is useless to raise your hands. The knight is not you, and the saddle is not you either. Advancement is life, retreat is life. Chewing the grass of years, polishing the passing years.
The stomach ruminates, ruminates, and ruminates.