1. Ancient texts describing landscapes
Notes on Landscapes
I crossed the river with Kong to reach the mountains, but my feet were tired, and we passed thousands of miles one by one. . Go to the mountain to find a spring, drink it happily, and say with a smile that it contains minerals. I regret not bringing a bottle to take advantage of it. I often read it later, saying that I regretted not climbing the remaining mountains. Then he went with Kong and Deng. All three of them were Scorpios! On the first day, I jumped up from the bed and hurried to the meeting place to buy some bread and water to drink. I also wanted to take advantage of the spring water. Crossing the river, the road is deserted with houses and weeds growing indiscriminately, which makes me sigh. Look at the mountains and walk. The mountains are close but the road is far away. Going around the fields, almost missing the rice fields. I saw a river winding around the mountain, and I was suffering from the obstruction of the river. I wanted to find a bridge to cross it. It was a long road, but I finally saw a bridge that looked like it. Kong went to explore it, and Deng and I followed. If you look closely, you can see that there is no bridge, but there is a stone road paved with it, which is slightly covered by water. Ask a peasant woman why she crosses the bridge? The answer is that this is the only way, and you have to go barefoot. I also watched the water pass over the stone calmly, and the stone quickly fell down. I don’t know the depth of obscenity. When I was feeling melancholy, I saw two children walking by with bare feet. I asked them if the rocks were slippery and the water was imminent. Answer no. So they took off their shoes and socks and helped each other pass. I didn't feel anxious, but it was fun and I didn't dare to stop. Looking across the river, I sigh that we are only great, but also like heroes. Crossing the river is a mountain, and there is no road above it, so there are many inconveniences. I searched many places but found no way. Fortunately, there is more than one mountain in Zhou, so I will look for another one. If you see a mountain with a path, climb it. You can see many bamboos standing on the mountain, and the mountain road is covered with earth leaves. I abandoned the bottle because there was no spring to reduce my burden. The upper half of the waist has no way up or down. When we came down the mountain, we saw a house in front of us and a well in the courtyard. We could bring water to it. If you feel refreshed and pleasant, wash your face and drink it. He wanted to take advantage of the bottle again, but the strange bottle was already there, so he had no choice but to leave. As I walked forward, I encountered a bamboo grove again. When I entered it, I saw a mountain. I climbed to the top first, but found nothing, so I descended again. Both Kong and Deng said they were hungry. When they saw a village with packaging bags on the ground, they asked a village woman where they could sell them. The village woman pointed ahead. When Miao Miao didn't see him, he went back and took water from the well to satisfy his hunger. Later, I met a spider, which was strange because of the letters at its feet and the red and yellow color on its body. I don’t know why. When we got to the river again, we saw that the water had covered the entire road and was falling even more rapidly. However, we must go back, so we have to go forward. When he got to the river, he saw the water was in a hurry and was frightened, so he advised not to look down the river. Move an inch, the water has reached your knees. Cross the river and let go before you can rest assured. He also said that he wanted to go to the beach nearby to rest. When he reached the beach, he saw a pool next to it, which was also a living water. The water flowed into the river. The water in the pool is not deep, and it is not dangerous to reach your knees. Go into the water and sit back in the water. Hit the water for fun, hold your breath for fun. Lie back in the water. The water is powerful and I haven’t swam yet. When the coolness of the body makes me forget, it is already noon when Confucius said that I feel so comfortable thinking about it and don't want to leave. Then he stood up and threw himself on the water. He floated in a moment, feeling safe and refreshed. When the sun rises, I go to the beach and wash my feet. When I go to the water, I wash my feet and go on the road. I am happy with my wet clothes. However, when I came, my heart was full of hope, but when I returned, my heart was exhausted. Yan's legs and feet are no longer strong, and the long road is endless. Finally, when I got home, I was so tired that I walked on my knees or sat still without moving. Watching the news, I happened to see a spider similar to what I saw. The letters are said to be fixed networks. After resting for half a day, the fatigue of the legs and feet has not disappeared, but in exchange for the joy of life, it is worth it. We are by nature sad, and when we are happy, we become sad, and we miss the happy times even more. The Heartbroken Son of Man read in his diary on the 3rd day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the year 2000. 2. Ancient texts describing landscapes
Notes on Landscapes
I crossed the river with Kong to reach the mountains, but my feet were tired, and we passed thousands of miles one by one. Go to the mountain to find a spring, drink it happily, and say with a smile that it contains minerals. I regret not bringing a bottle to take advantage of it. I often read it later, saying that I regretted not climbing the remaining mountains. Then he went with Kong and Deng. All three of them were Scorpios! On the first day, I jumped up from the bed and hurried to the meeting place to buy some bread and water to drink. I also wanted to take advantage of the spring water. Crossing the river, the road is deserted with houses and weeds growing indiscriminately, which makes me sigh. Look at the mountains and walk. The mountains are close but the road is far away. Going around the fields, almost missing the rice fields. I saw a river winding around the mountain, and I was suffering from the obstruction of the river. I wanted to find a bridge to cross it. It was a long road, but I finally saw a bridge that looked like it. Kong went to explore it, and Deng and I followed. If you look closely, you can see that there is no bridge, but there is a stone road paved with it, which is slightly covered by water. Ask a peasant woman why she crosses the bridge? The answer is that this is the only way, and you have to go barefoot. I also watched the water pass over the stone calmly, and the stone quickly fell down. I don’t know the depth of obscenity. When I was feeling melancholy, I saw two children walking by with bare feet. I asked them if the rocks were slippery and the water was imminent. Answer no. So they took off their shoes and socks and helped each other pass. I didn't feel anxious, but it was fun and I didn't dare to stop. Looking across the river, I sigh that we are only great, but also like heroes. Crossing the river is a mountain, and there is no road above it, so there are many inconveniences. I searched many places but found no way. Fortunately, there is more than one mountain in Zhou, so I will look for another one. If you see a mountain with a path, climb it. You can see many bamboos standing on the mountain, and the mountain road is covered with earth leaves. I abandoned the bottle because there was no spring to reduce my burden. The upper half of the waist has no way up or down. When we came down the mountain, we saw a house in front of us and a well in the courtyard. We could bring water to it. If you feel refreshed and pleasant, wash your face and drink it. He wanted to take advantage of the bottle again, but the strange bottle was already there, so he had no choice but to leave. As I walked forward, I encountered a bamboo grove again. When I entered it, I saw a mountain. I climbed to the top first, but found nothing, so I descended again.
Both Kong and Deng said they were hungry. When they saw a village with packaging bags on the ground, they asked a village woman where they could sell them. The village woman pointed ahead. When Miao Miao didn't see him, he went back and took water from the well to satisfy his hunger. Later, I met a spider, which was strange because of the letters at its feet and the red and yellow color on its body. I don’t know why. When we got to the river again, we saw that the water had covered the entire road and was falling even more rapidly. However, we must go back, so we have to go forward. When he got to the river, he saw the water was in a hurry and was frightened, so he advised not to look down the river. Move an inch, the water has reached your knees. Cross the river and let go before you can rest assured. He also said that he wanted to go to the beach nearby to rest. When he reached the beach, he saw a pool next to it, which was also a living water. The water flowed into the river. The water in the pool is not deep, and it is not dangerous to reach your knees. Go into the water and sit back in the water. Hit the water for fun, hold your breath for fun. Lie back in the water. The water is powerful and I haven’t swam yet. When the coolness of the body makes me forget, it is already noon when Confucius said that I feel so comfortable thinking about it and don't want to leave. Then he stood up and threw himself on the water. He floated in a moment, feeling safe and refreshed. When the sun rises, I go to the beach and wash my feet. When I go to the water, I wash my feet and go on the road. I am happy with my wet clothes. However, when I came, my heart was full of hope, but when I returned, my heart was exhausted. Yan's legs and feet are no longer strong, and the long road is endless. Finally, when I got home, I was so tired that I walked on my knees or sat still without moving. Watching the news, I happened to see a spider similar to what I saw. The letters are said to be fixed networks. After resting for half a day, the fatigue of the legs and feet has not disappeared, but in exchange for the joy of life, it is worth it. We are by nature sad, and when we are happy, we become sad, and we miss the happy times even more. The Heartbroken Son of Man read in his diary on the 3rd day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the year 2000. 3. Ancient Chinese texts describing mountains and rivers
Xiaoshicheng Mountain Notes
There are two roads starting from the north of Xishan Road and crossing Huangmaoling Ridge. One of them goes out to the west, but nothing can be found; the other one is from the north to the east, no more than 40 feet long. Above it is the shape of a beam and a pry; next to it, out of the fortress, there is a gate. When you look into the darkness, you throw a small stone, and there is a sound of water in the hole. , far away. Without soil, there are beautiful trees and beautiful arrows. They are strange and strong. Their sparse and slender branches are like those set up by wise men.
Oops! I have doubted whether the Creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more seriously I believe it exists. And why is it that he is not a Zhongzhou, but a barbarian, and that he has not been able to sell his skills for thousands of years. It is hard work but useless. If the gods are not suitable for this, then the results will be useless? Or it can be said: Those who comfort their husbands and virtuous people but humiliate them. Or it may be said: The spirit of his Qi is not a great person, but only a thing. Therefore, there are few people and many rocks in the south of Chu. It's both, I don't believe it.
Translation: Go straight north from the Xishan intersection, cross Huangmaoling and go down. There are two roads: one goes west, looking for scenery but nothing; the other is slightly north and Turning eastward, after walking less than forty feet, the road was cut off by a river, and a rocky mountain blocked the end of the road. The rocks above formed the shape of a parapet and pillars, and a protruding piece on the side looked like a fortress, with a hole like a door. When I looked inside the hole, it was completely dark. If I threw a small stone in, I heard a thumping sound from a very far away place. The exciting sound took a long time to disappear. Surrounded by stone mountains, you can climb to the top of the mountain and see far away. There is no soil on the mountain, but there are good trees and arrow bamboo growing there, and the shape is peculiar and the texture is hard. The rocks are distributed in a dense and dense manner, with some pitches and slants, as if they were deliberately arranged by wise men.
Alas! I have doubted the existence of the Creator for a long time, and now I believe that the Creator does exist. But it is strange that he did not create such beautiful scenery in the Central Plains, but placed it in remote Yongzhou. Even after thousands of years, there is no chance to show his strange scenery. This is simply a waste of effort and useless. If the creator does not This should be done, then is there really no Creator? Some people say: "Little Rock City is used to comfort those who are both capable and virtuous but are humiliated here." Others say: "The spirit of the mountains and rivers in this place does not breed great men, but only creates this wonderful mountain scenery, so Chu Di The southern part of the country has fewer talents and is richer in strange peaks and rocks. "I don't believe either of these statements. 4. Classical Chinese essays describing landscapes
Travel Notes on Shizhong Mountain by Su Shi
On a dark night, when the moon was bright, I took a small boat with Mai alone to the foot of the cliff. 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 holes 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 OdeIn 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 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 like Feng Xu riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is like being left alone in the world, becoming 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 black magpies 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 bank. We are friends with fish and shrimps, and we are friends with elk. We are riding a small boat, and we are raising bottles 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."
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The guests smiled with joy, 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 are revealed. 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. In the dream, a Taoist priest, with his feathers fluttering, passed by 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 smiled, and I was also shocked. Open an account and look at it, but you can't see it. 5. Ancient texts describing landscapes (titles)
Ancient texts: Story of Xiaoshitan, Story of Drunkard Pavilion
Poetry: Poems on Mountains
1. Thousand Mountain Birds Fly away, and all traces of people will be wiped out. (Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River")
2. As the sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower")
3. Standing at the top of the mountain, you can have a panoramic view of the mountains. (Du Fu: "Looking at the Mountains")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.
(Wang Wei: "Lu Chai")
6. The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. (Li Bai: "Moon over Guanshan")
7. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")
8. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, where the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")
9. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. (Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man? Book on the Ostomy Wall of Jiangxi")
10. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. (Su Shi: "Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest")
Water in the poem
1. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. ("The Book of Songs? Jianjia")
2. The water is so dull, but the mountains and islands are so thick. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea")
3. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. (King Luo Bin: "Ode to the Goose")
4. Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")
5. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")
6. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun")
7. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Ci")
8. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River")
9. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")
10. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi: "Inscription on Hui Chongchun River Evening Scene"))
The Moon in the Poetry
1. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai: "Quiet Night Thoughts")
2. The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to the people. (Meng Haoran: "Su Jiande River")
3. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upstream. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
4. The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night. (Lu Lun: "Song of the Past")
5. Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone under the Moon")
6. If you don't recognize the moon when you are young, you will call it a white jade plate. (Li Bai: "Gu Lang Yue Xing")
7. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. (Wang Wei: "Zhuli Pavilion")
8. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
9. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. (Su Shi: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou? When will the bright moon come?")
10. The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty passed in the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Fortress")