Tang Dynasty: Gaochan
I used to accompany the clouds to dusk, and I still accompany the sunset to the autumn sound.
There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.
Translation:
The scenery of Jinling City in the sunset is accompanied by clouds and the sunset in the autumn sound. There are countless painters in this world, but they can't draw their own inner sadness.
2. Five topics of Jinling Stone City
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The mountains are still the same, surrounded by abandoned ancient capitals, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as in the past.
On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.
Translation:
There are still undulating mountains in the east, south and west of the city, and their posture of sitting on the dragon plate has not changed; The river tide in the north still beats the roots of the city and then returns with loneliness. The voice seems to sigh, and the prosperity of the past has gone up in smoke.
Rising from the east of Qinhuai River is the moon of the past. After witnessing history, in the dead of night, I climbed over the uneven wall with deep affection and watched it carefully.
3. Singing under the Moon in the West Tower of Jinling City
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Jinling night is quiet and cool, and I look at the five mountains from a tall building alone. White clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, while white dew drops the autumn moon.
Thinking under the moon for a long time, the eyes are thin since ancient times. Explaining the Tao and the Qinghe River, like the purity of practice, makes people remember Xie Xuanhui for a long time.
Translation:
On a quiet night in Jinling, with a cool breeze blowing gently, I climbed a tall building alone and looked at the Five Mountains. The white clouds hang low, the water shakes the empty city, and the white dew seems to be water drops dripping from the autumn moon. I have been meditating under the moon for a long time, missing the ancients, and there are very few people who can connect with me. Only Xie Xuanhui can write such a beautiful poem as "Chengjiang is as quiet as practice" and be remembered for a long time.
4. Three Poems of Jinling (Part Two)
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The land has Jinling potential, and the city flows back to the river. At that time, there were millions of families on both sides of Zhulou Street.
Spring grass grows in the country and dies, and there are no ancient hills in the palace. There is no lake, and the waves are in Yingzhou.
Translation:
Jinling has a magnificent terrain with empty rivers and high walls. The Eastern Jin Dynasty built its capital here, and millionaires built tall buildings on both sides of the street here.
The Eastern Jin Dynasty finally perished, and the palace was annihilated by weeds. Only the bright moon on Xuanwu Lake is watching the once prosperous Jiangzhou from the waves.
5. Niannujiao Stone City
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements. Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts. Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable. A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain. It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city. A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.
Translation:
On a hanging rock of thousands of feet, it was carved into a battlefield by magic. Thousands of miles of stone city circuitous, bursting out in the torrent of the Yangtze River. At that time, the flag of Wang Jun was flying, pointing to Nanking. He used the wind instead of berthing, lit a torch at the bow and easily burned the chain of Shicheng.
I went to Qiu Lai in spring. Many years later, thousands of geese flew to the south. In its singing, many dynasties with Stone Town as their capital perished one after another. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are swift, and the tide is beating against the empty stone city. A few fishermen's flutes, reeds shining in the wind.