Don't you see that the waters of the Yellow River come from the sky and never return to the sea?
Don't you see the high hall mirror grieving for gray hair, as green silk becomes snow in the morning and twilight in the evening. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you are happy with your life.
I was born with a talent that will be useful, a thousand gold scattered and come back. The first thing I'd like to do is to cook a sheep and slaughter a cow, and then I'd like to drink 300 cups of wine.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the cup does not stop. I'll sing a song with you, and ask you to listen for me.
The bells and drums and jade are not expensive, but I wish to be drunk for a long time. All the sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers have left their names.
In the past, when King Chen feasted on Pingle, he drank ten thousand cups of wine. The master of the house said, "Why do you say that you have so little money?
The five horses and the thousand gold furs are the same as the five horses and the thousand gold furs, and they are the same as the five horses and the thousand gold furs, and they are the same as the five horses and the thousand gold furs. The Words of Liangzhou (Tang Dynasty - Wang Zhilu) The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and the lone city is ten thousand ren mountains.
The Qiang flute does not need to complain about the willow, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate. The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and the lone city is ten thousand refreshing mountains.
(Wang Zhilu's "Liangzhou Lyrics") 2: The sun is still on the mountains, and the Yellow River is flowing into the sea.
(Li Bai's "Wine in the Gate") 4: The desert is lonely and the sun sets over the Yangtze River. (Wang Wei's "To the Seaside") 5. The peaks are like a gathering, the waves are like a fury, and the mountains and rivers are like a road to the Tongguan Pass.
(Zhang Yanghao, "Ancient Reminiscences of Tongguan Pass") 6: I want to cross the Yellow River to ice and snow, and I will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. (Li Bai's "Difficulty in Traveling the Road").
2. Ballads and songs about the Yellow RiverLiangzhou Lyrics
Tang Dynasty - Wang Zhilu
The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds,
A lonely city with ten thousand feet of mountains.
The Qiang flute does not need to complain about the willow,
The spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate Gate.
Climbing up to the Stork Tower
Tang Dynasty - Wang Zhilux
The day is over, the Yellow River flows into the sea.
To see a thousand miles, I want to go up one floor.
To the Seaside
Tang Dynasty - Wang Wei
I want to ask the border with my bicycle, but I have passed through Juyen, a country of my own.
The conquests are out of the Han Dynasty, and the geese are returning to the Hu Dynasty.
The desert is straight, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River.
The Xiaoguan Mountains are the capital of Yanran, and the capital is in Yanran.
The Wine of the Generals
Tang Li Bai
You can't see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the ocean.
You don't see the sad white hair in the mirror, like a green silk in the twilight into snow.
The most important thing to remember is that you have to be happy with your life, and you don't want to make your bottle empty!
The natural talent of the people is very useful, and the gold is scattered, but also come back.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and you will have to drink 300 cups!
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, you do not stop!
We will sing a song with you, please listen to it for me!
I wish to be drunk for a long time, but I don't want to wake up!
All the ancient sages are lonely, but only the drinker left his name!
In the past, the king of Chen feasted on Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and made merry.
The master of the house said, "Why is there so little money? The first is to sell the wine to the king.
The five horses, the thousand furs, and the wine,
The Yellow River at Night
Li Liufang
The night of the Yellow River under the bright moon, the cold sands are like a battlefield.
The Yellow River is a river that is so busy that it is a battlefield.
It is difficult to reach the book of Wu Hui, but the road to Yantai is very long.
The man has been a guest for a long time, but he doesn't know where he is from.
Crossing the Yellow River
[Ming] Xie Hazel
Road out of the city of Daliang, Guanhe open dawn.
The sun turns over the dragon's grotto, and the wind sweeps away the wild goose sand.
Leaning on his sword, he contemplated the matter of his body.
Mangeless and unaware of the place, the sound of empty rows of songs.
Crossing the Yellow River
[Ming] Li Dongyang
The boat was first released in front of the Qingkou Post, and the water was like a string under the east of the Changhuai River.
The boat was released in front of the Qingkou Post, and the water was like a string under the east of the Changhuai River.
The two sculls were urged to cross the river in a hurry,
and the wind blew to the sea overnight.
Waves of sand
Nine curves of the Yellow River, ten thousand miles of sand,
Waves of wind and wind from the end of the world.
Now we are going up to the Milky Way,
to the home of the weaving maiden.
The Yellow River falls to the sky and goes to the East China Sea. （
Wang Zhilu said: The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, a lonely city of ten thousand ren mountains. The Qiang flute is not necessary to complain about the willow, the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate Gate. （The Yellow River flows into the sea. The yellow river flows into the sea. The boatmen carry tens of millions of pieces of cloth, but the boatmen's rags don't cover their bodies. The boatmen can only chew on chaff buns. Warlords and bosses get rich, but the Yellow River boatmen are poor for generations."
"A flying dragon came out of Kunlun, swinging its head and tail over the three gates. The roar shook the head of Mangshan Mountain, and the waves were terrifying to the boat."
"Three qi Zhou Yu in Jiangdong, Zhu Geliang will be the platform to sacrifice the east wind. Sacrifice the east wind even three formations, fire burning Cao camp millions of soldiers."
Years and years, the golden river and jade passes, the horse and the sword and the ring. (Tang Li Bai's "Ancient Winds")
The balcony is separated from the Chu River, and the grass grows on the Yellow River in spring. (Tang Li Bai's "Sending a Distance")
The Hercynian Army on the north bank of the Yellow River, the drums and bells are heard all over the world. (Tang Du Fu "Yellow River")
Sent Kunlun five-color flow, a yellow turbid through the Middle Kingdom.
Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky Poem
Defend the Yellow River Song
Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never coming back.
(Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine")
3. 20 Ancient Poems about the Yellow River"The Yellow River" by Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty
Sending out the Kunlun with five colorful streams, a yellow turbid river runs through the Middle Kingdom.
The sand is blowing and the waves are traveling for thousands of miles, and there is nowhere to turn to.
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty wrote "The Wave of Sand"
The Yellow River has a long history of sand, and the waves and winds have been blowing since the end of the world.
Now we are going up to the Milky Way to the home of Altair and the Weaving Maiden.
Two Songs on the Yellow River by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
The Hercynian Army on the north bank of the Yellow River is known throughout the world for its drums and bells.
Iron horses are singing long and loud, and the high noses of the Hu people are moving into groups.
On the west bank of the Yellow River is my country, and I want to provide for my family without corn.
I would like to drive all the people to wear the king, and abandon the gold and jade in a cart of books.
The Yellow River in Tang Hu Zeng
Bo Wang is buried, but the Yellow River is still in a daze.
Along the river, I want to **** the word of the cowherd, but only the helicopter can send to the sky. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
"Looking at Tianmen Mountain" Tang Li Bai
Tianmen Gate interrupts the opening of the Chu River, the blue water flows east to this return.
The two sides of the green mountain relative out, a sail a piece of the sun side.
Early departure from Baidi City, Tang Li Bai
Early departure from Baidi colorful clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling one day back.
The apes on both sides of the river can't stop crying, and the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains.
The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran to Guangling, Tang Li Bai
The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and went down to Yangzhou in March.
The distant shadow of a lonely sail is all in the sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
A peak of the Heavenly Pillar is the sun and the moon, and the cave gate is a thousand-foot-long lock of clouds and thunder.
The white oranges compete with each other, and the golden and green lotus stamens are in bloom.
When I visited the high hiding place of Zuo Ci, the purple crane recognized the nest.
"Climbing to the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhilu in Tang
The day is over, the Yellow River flows into the sea. I want to see a thousand miles, but I want to go up to the next level.
The Words of Liangzhou by Wang Zhilux of Tang Dynasty
The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and the lone city is ten thousand feet high.
The Qiang flute does not need to complain about the willow, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate.
"Ascending to the Heights" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
The wind and the sky are so high that the apes are whistling, and the islets are clear and the sand is white, and the birds are flying back.
The fallen trees are under the Xiao Xiao, and the Yangtze River is rolling.
Miles of sadness in the fall, often as a guest, a hundred years of disease alone on the stage.
The hard times are hard to hate, and the scribbles are hard to stop. "The Yellow River is not dead." "The Yellow River has a lot of harm, but it is rich." Right and wrong blowing into the ears of mortals, ten thousand feet of the Yellow River can not be washed. The Yellow River is not dead until you hit the south wall. The Yellow River is yellow, the Great Wall is long, and heroes go to the four directions in a hundred battles The Yellow River falls to the sky and goes to the East China Sea, and 10,000 miles are written between the breasts. The Yellow River is the most powerful river in the world, and it's the only one that's ever been used for anything. I want to see a thousand miles, but I want to go up one more level. (Wang Zhilu's "Climbing to the Stork's Magpie Tower") Mount Taishan has become the mainstay, and the Yellow River is the belt of the garment. (Ruan Ji's "Winged Memories") The Yellow River falls by the side of the sky, and the three peaks of the Huayue Mountains come on a horse. (Huang Zi's "Sending Li Youzhi to the Senate of Shaanxi") The Yellow River touches the mountains for ten thousand miles, and the whirlpools turn to the Qin mines. (Li Bai, "Sending Dan Qiu Zi to Xiyue Yuntai") The lofty mountains of Xiyue are magnificent, and the Yellow River is like silk coming from the sky. (Same as above) The Yellow River falls to the sky and goes to the East China Sea, and ten thousand miles are written in the chest. (Li Bai "Gift to Pei XIV") The Yellow River comes from the west and decides the Kunlun, roaring for ten thousand miles and touching the Dragon Gate. (Li Bai "Gong Wu Duo He") The Yellow River cupping soil can still be plugged, the northern wind and rain and snow hate difficult to cut. (Li Bai, "Walking in the North Wind") The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and a lonely city is ten thousand feet high. The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate. (Wang Zhilu's "Liangzhou Lyrics") The Yellow River is a river of 10,000 miles of sand, and the waves and winds have swept the world since the end of time. Now I am going straight up to the Milky Way, to the home of Altair and the Weaving Maiden. (Liu Yuxi, "Nine Songs of the Wave-taxing Sand") The Yellow River is a river of 10,000 miles of sand, and the waves and winds are from the cliffs of the sky. Now we are going straight up to the Milky Way, to the home of the Altair and the Weaving Maiden The night of the Yellow River under the bright moon, the cold sand is like a battlefield.
5. Modern Poetry about the Yellow River 12 lines or moreThe Yellow River Author: Pile of Snow
The day and the night roaring away in my eyes
The green grass and the gold surging in my chest
The dragon robe of my Emperor, the Yellow Emperor's inner scripture
The tears and the expression of my mud and sand
My youthful time and tide flowing
My bloodline of all the horses and all the men
My bloodline of all the horses and all the men
I am a man who is a man of the world, who has been a man of the world for many years.
My blood breathes as I hold a copper kettle in my hand to warm a river of hot tears
Who is your drunken boat that never returns
Suppressing a thumping chest
I look to the Big Dipper that is filled with thunder
The Yellow River, a thousand diary entries that you've uncovered
A thousand diary entries is a thousand sails of backsides
A thousand backsides of backsides, you're the roar that comes back
The roar that comes back
A thousand backsides, you're the backside of the winds. The roar of the resurgence
The wasteful straw of my emotions
The darkness of my destiny
My father, who choked on his tears from the dry smoke
My mother, whose forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove
My Lanzhou beef noodles with too much chili
My Shaanxi mutton dumplings with too much salt
As I lead my herd and drive my flock of birds away from your noisy entrance at dusk
As I drag my children and bring my old and young along your path, I roam in my habitat
As I kneel with my head above a fire pit to worship your profound source
The Yellow River, I yearn for a good harvest after the storm
My black hair
My river, where no one can be left behind
When the stones turn to foam
When the bones turn to waves
When the sorghum falls to blood
When the tears turn to barley
When my feet are covered in mud and water and I hold a handful of hard work in my hand
The Yellow River, you're the song that I want to sing when I'm tired
The Yellow River, you're the song that I want to sing when I'm tired
The Yellow River, you're the song that I want to sing when I'm tired
The Yellow River.
A whip drove a wagon full of fire and tears
A folk song filled the apricot-dampened villages
Drinking from the north wind, I stand in the east and west of your river, in the north and south of your river
The Yellow River, I am a mountain range you watched me grow up in
My Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, and Wang's hundreds of family names
My nature is good at its beginning, and my nature is similar and far away. The Yellow River
When I hum the song of my children with the sun on my head and the frost on my feet
You are the China that I dream of
6. Ballad about the Yellow RiverThe Yellow River
Wen/Yu Nianfeng
The water is yellow
From the yellow Loess Plateau, the water extends
from the yellow peak of the yellow river
to the yellow peaks
tumbling
a kind of Chinese culture and a kind of Chinese culture.
A glorious life
Heh, the nation
The nation of yellow
The nation that is not yellow
The song of the Yellow River
How much embroidery has been woven from this beautiful silk
The haze of the sky and the blossom of the earth
The sheep and cattle, the horses, the soybeans, the sorghum
The folk songs and the beauty, the mountains and the sorghum
The songs and the beauty, the mountains and the mountains. Folk songs and beautiful women, mountains and men
Weaving bright stars
and eyes more beautiful than stars
and hearts more moving than eyes
Weaving lovers' gazes
Birds of prey in the eyes of children
Weaving centuries upon centuries
The ups and downs of dynasties
The winding body of the Great Wall
The majestic road and the mirage
The Yellow River
You are the cloth in the farmer's hand
And the cloud on the princess
You are the flight of the colorful sunshine
The scent of the rouge
Your smile in the simple apricot blossom
Your blood beads on the thorn rose
The rain on the gable speaks of a new life.
Your poetry is the talk of the gable rains
You compose the thunder into a symphony
You turn the lightning into a fine wine
Your will is the fullness of the wheat
The gold of the corn and the fiery red of the sorghum
Your dreams are the emerald-green foliage
The sky-scattering trees and the thick forests
The rich watercresses and the paddy fields
The swans combing the rice paddies
The green leaves of the sky and the dense forests
The rich watercresses and the rice paddies
The silhouette of a swan combing its feathers
The frogs that never grow old day and night
The Yellow River
I look for my mother's face from the shadows of your waves
I listen to my father's heart from the sound of your waves
My first back is your yellow sand
My first chant is the sound of your waves
The Yellow River
You flowed from a snowflakeFrom the embrace of a mother's iceberg
From the crunching of a horse's hooves
You flowed from a wolf's howl
From a shepherdess's look on her face
From the blooming stamen of a horse's lily
You flowed from my father's wrinkles
From my father's midnight light
From my mother's light, my first chant was your wave
The Yellow River.
From your mother's midnight light
From the splendor of the frescoes
From the unearthed pots
O Yellow Water
Every wildflower that grows to this day is a miracle
Every seed that grows to this day is indomitable
Even in the winter of the freezing snows
Even when disaster hangs over us like fog
Even when disaster hangs over us like fog
Even when disaster hangs over us like fog
Even when disaster hangs over us like fog
Even when disaster hangs over us like fog
Even when it's the last thing we need to know
Even when loneliness is a withered root
You told me not to despair
The only thing you have taught me is to cherish
For the hard work of my ancestors
For the kindness of the earth and the heavens
I will always keep a simple smile
Yellow water
I will always be a shepherd. I will always be a shepherd's descendant
I will always be dressed in wildflowers and grasses
I will always be dressed in wildflowers and grasses
My blood is filled with the genes of thunder and lightning
My tears are filled with the rains of the four seasons
Even if I have the wings of an eagle someday
I will still graze the clouds that float in the air
to you
My only heart will be in my heart and soul.
My only wish is to make you waves
My only wish is to make you change into plain clothes
When one day I fall like a fallen Englishman
Then you will be the place where I hide my bones
You are the only one who can take me to the distant ocean
O Yellow River
When I call you softly as mother
I I have already shed a thousand tears in my persistent eyes
7. 15 lines of poems describing the Yellow River
Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. I was born with a talent that will be useful, a thousand gold is scattered and come back. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure, and I will drink 300 cups in one go. Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, don't stop drinking. I will sing a song with you, please listen for me. I wish to be drunk for a long time and never wake up again. All the sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers have left their names. In the old days, when King Chen feasted at Pingle, he drank 10,000 cups of wine and enjoyed himself at will. Why did the master say that he had little money, he just had to sell it to you. The five-flower horse and the thousand-gold fur, the caller will change the wine, and we'll share the sorrows of the ages together. Liangzhou Lyrics (Tang - Wang Zhilu) The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, and a lonely city is ten thousand feet high. The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate. The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, a lonely city with ten thousand feet of mountains. (Wang Zhilux "Liangzhou Lyrics") 2. The white sun is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhilux "Climbing to the Stork Tower") 3.Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea? (Li Bai's "Wine in the Desert") 4. The desert is lonely and the sun sets over the Yangtze River. (Wang Wei's "To the Seaside") 5. The peaks are like a gathering, the waves are like a fury, and the mountains and rivers are like the Tongguan Road. (Zhang Yanghao, "Ancient Reminiscences of Tongguan Pass") 6. I want to cross the Yellow River and ice the river, and I will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. （