On the first floor, the qi of three Chu is extracted, and the clouds and cranes are empty.
The two rivers converge into hundreds of rivers, and there are endless rivers in ancient and modern times.
The west is cool, and the clouds sweep the world and hate it.
The river of no return, the waves wash away all the worries of ancient and modern times.
The yellow crane flew away, flew away.
White clouds can stay but not stay.
Standing high on the pavilion by the river.
The mountains and rivers of Chu are shrinking.
The original crane before the building rose.
If calligraphy classics are put aside, there will be no poetry.
When the yellow crane returns, look at the fragrant grass of Zhouzhu for thousands of years.
Today, the white clouds are still there. Ask who blows plum blossoms in May in Yu Di Luojiang.
The heart is far away and the world is wide. Put the wine on the bar and listen to the jade emperor plum blossom. Is it convenient now?
I bid farewell to Jianghan, pushed the window to send the outline, and asked when Xianhuanghe would return.
Play the flute and smell the plum blossoms.
Go upstairs and wait for the crane to come back
Thousands of years of great achievements have come from this world. Looking at the lonely phoenix cave, parrots flying around, orioles fishing for rocks, Qingchuan Jiege, what a beautiful spring and autumn moon, only mountains and water left, full of ancient and modern worries. When were Cui Hao's poems and violets written?
A few people along the Yangtze River scoured out, watching the sunset in Hankou, the Dongting rising far away, the rainy night in Xiaoxiang, the clouds and dreams, leaving many drinking customs, leaving only a faint smoke and a narrow world, all accompanied by ethereal flutes and floating crane shadows.
The boat is a cave, and there are tears on earth.
The soul belongs to waterinfo, but there is no poem on earth.
Standing high on the pavilion by the river.
All the scenery of Chu Lake is shrinking.
There is another witness on this path. A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven.
The river flows day and night, and this heart is allied with Bai Ou
People walk the yellow crane, but the white clouds still change.
When the smoke waves come, the castle peak will not change its senses.
There are many nobles in the same list, so let him sit still and talk about morality in the dust.
I don't have many friends, so I laughed at my revisiting the Yellow Crane and leaving home to learn fairy tales.
Yesterday, put in order, a sage, gan Kun, started his creation with Jiang Han.
Today's traffic is on the track, so you don't feel that Asia and Europe are far away when you board.
In the sky, looking at the moon print on the Yangtze River, thousands of welcome pearls gushed out.
Looking empty at Wan Li, looking at the lonely clouds and Yue, the jade ruler is flat for a long time.
On the first floor, the qi of three Chu is extracted, and the clouds and cranes are empty.
The two rivers converge into hundreds of rivers, and there are endless rivers in ancient and modern times.
I left in such a hurry that I rode Crane Immortal to see Fujian off.
I want to visit you as soon as possible. I want to go upstairs in plum blossom season.
It's refreshing to come to the west, and the clouds are winding and relaxing.
The river of no return, the waves wash away all the worries of ancient and modern times.
Violet, don't blame me for coming late. I dare not scribble poems for fear of being scolded by parrots across the river.
The yellow crane has been walking with the fairy for a long time. If you teach the flute again, you will be surprised to fly far away from the phoenix.
The heart is far away and the world is wide. Put the wine on the bar and listen to the jade emperor plum blossom. Is it convenient now?
I bid farewell to Jianghan, pushed the window to send gifts, and asked when the immortal Yellow Crane would return.
Ask the gods to drive the yellow crane home, and then see how the black dog white clouds change.
When the base son will be violet, don't be negative for Qingchuan grass, sing for the second time.
Looking at fairy tales across the bank, ask the yellow crane on the roof, white clouds in the sky, and stay in the river.
Looking for the scenic spots around the pavilion, watching the smoke outside the tree and watching the grass on the edge of the continent are all collected by Jie Ge.
A pen stands between Jianghan and the top floor, letting go of the belly, swallowing Dongting in 800 miles, and dreaming in 900 miles.
Millennium events are illusory in vicissitudes of life, and those who have their own vision are real geniuses. Then let him go to Yellow Crane early and Violet late.
Thousand-year-old scenic spots, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, watching Phoenix Island, parakeets flying around, yellow cranes fishing in rocky areas, Jiege in Qingchuan, what beautiful spring flowers and autumn moons, leaving only remnants of water and mountains, looking forward to the past and the present, when did Cui Hao write poetry and violet write it?
How many people found the Yangtze River? Watching the sunset in Hankou, the Dongting rises far, the rainy night in Xiaoxiang, the clouds and the morning glow, and many drinking customs, leaving only the sunset and the narrow world, all give the ethereal flute and the shadow of the crane falling.
When I boarded Cenlou, I said it was a fee, and I said it was Lu Shao who came first. Chu Shu didn't pass the exam. Why don't you tell me which dynasty it came from? Try to climb the ladder, the mountain is remote and poor, and the feeling of home is in the same place. Only when Mi Fei writes poetry and Cui Hao writes poetry will it remain immortal. After wandering around the official track, I chose to win and boarded the chessboard, connecting Anhui and Henan in the east, Jingxiang in the west, Yue Chang in the south and Shen Xi in the north. In the vast universe, I went to the guest house, hung my teeth in the corner, listened to a few bronze dark horses, played with snow waves and frost waves for a while, and rose to the top of a hundred feet.
Pan Feng supports Jagger. It is said that at the beginning of Xin's official career, he knew that Bao Ming was far-reaching and the history of Jin Dynasty was doubtful. Who did you learn from? I admire the emperor's early days from battlebase, and I think of many characters in those days, but the clouds and bears left behind are always bright. The rest created the king of statues, saying that they were mighty for a while, ordered to destroy the yellow string, drove solemnly and extensively, practiced meticulously, built the spirit of zhanghua, and fell heroically, all due to the sunset. But Fangcheng Hanshui still remembers Zhou Gezhaotang, so it is different from Qingchuan, and it is still sunny. Take one step at a time, climb to the sky, sweep the ground, sweep the gun, see great achievements, and celebrate today. Romantic words are endless, and I can't appreciate the Liu Yin abroad, the jujube trees on the pavilions, the grass color in front of the continent and the plum blossoms on the river.
The yellow crane flew away, flew away.
White clouds can stay but not stay.
I'm going to Feng Ling.
You have to borrow a flute to play after singing.
Hate that I'm here and the crane is gone.
Strange people come early, and poems are passed on first.
Three drunks sink into the lake and dawn.
The iron flute rings in autumn.
Yellow crane has no fixed place to go.
There are white clouds today, and there are tall buildings in ancient times.
There are guest poems on it.
Who wears glasses across from the bank?
Cui Li's eternal swan song
Xiong Liu was in charge of opening the dynasty.
The river flows day and night.
The moon shines on the tall building.
The original crane before the building rose.
If calligraphy classics are put aside, there will be no poetry.
Pursuing the Millennium of Yellow Crane
Don't make Long Yuan a hundred days tall.
White clouds and yellow cranes, looking around, there are good poems that were circulated 900 years ago. Who will be better in the castle?
Poets are immortals and first-class figures. Look at the East Lake three thousand miles away. I can do it before the high tide.
I came all the way to see plum blossoms on the river until the red sheep was robbed
Who went there? Listen to the Jade Emperor in the building and call back the yellow crane to fly high.
Drink the Yangtze River in one scoop and swallow six or seven thousand miles in one gulp.
The flute is very different.120,000 years has been a three-lane flute.
The universe is a little Cang Sang, and Jianghan waves hate today and tomorrow.
The lakes and mountains are comfortable, the balcony is misty and rainy, and autumn is painted.
The battlements are still there, only when the boat is full of cranes.
Jiangshan is like this, try to bring piccolo to drop plum blossoms.
Cui sang rewarded Li, and two poems were handed down from generation to generation.
Clouds and cranes go to the Millennium River on the first floor.
Outside the building, the white clouds stopped, and I felt that there was really a person in the sky, so much for it.
The yellow crane returns to the river, and although there are good sentences in the volume, it is all empty here.
Riding a crane flying in the air, Sun Wong Jiazi flashed by.
Dragons wander, seeking loyalty and filial piety as immortals.
The catastrophe is set at 3 thousand, and the most unforgettable tree is around Qingchuan, and the grass is sad and fragrant.
"The River of No Return" is never tired of reading, and it is full of energy.
Who has skyscrapers in ancient and modern times?
Gan Kun stays heroic, and Han Xiao often hangs the heart of the sun.
I came later than Violet, but I managed to climb the stairs and overlook Jianghan.
Who knows that the yellow crane went too early to hear the flute and plum blossom?
Jianghan is beautiful and prosperous. I hope you will try your best to rectify it, but the first floor is romantic.
When Yan Xuan visited Wen, he remembered that he was pregnant when he was young, and he also enjoyed the fireworks in the Spring Festival Evening.
The river of no return, watching the rolling red waves, scouring all the romantic figures of the ages
Qiu Lai went to the Western Heaven, asked the graceful Yellow Crane and invited some wild fairies.
The crane has gone for a thousand years, and the fairy laughs and reads the rise and fall. Several people, Wang and Ba, were paid to the river of no return.
The building is still a hundred stories high, sighing for the power in the last days, fighting for public and private interests, and asking who will come to the south that day.
Write if you are worried, and stop if you have nothing to say. If you ask a fairy, think about Cui Li's skill.
Seen from the bottom, it is deep and it is wide. I came to Jianghan to chat for a long time.
You ride a yellow crane, and you bow down at Yuyuqiong Building. It is difficult to get rid of ancient chess tables and lights.
I will come here with a poem tube, and then clean up the romantic scenery by the lake and the fireworks on the river.
The low Wangjiang water flows around Qingshan to the East China Sea.
Look up at the white clouds and send Huang Hefei to Qingchuan.
Ancient and modern words speak louder than words. Today, Wang has been in the Han Dynasty for thousands of years, and has given it a river of no return.
Xiongxiu, a visionary, has a mountain god of 80,000 miles, and is a hero of Wei Yu, so it should be as famous as the fourth floor.
In this building for thousands of years, the grass is Qingchuan, and immortals have been seen riding cranes.
Thirty years ago, I was a guest, and the yellow sand was far away. I was singing in the country and fell into plum blossoms.
When will the yellow crane return? And look at Zhou Zhu's Millennium fragrant grass from the golden urn.
Today, the white clouds are still there. Ask who blows plum blossoms in May in Yu Di Luojiang.
Flute, this song should only exist in the sky.
But suddenly, before my eyes, you left, an eternal river.
Visiting cranes, water green grass parrot color.
Listen to spring and ask friends, so the country is Fengming.
Who can understand the plum in the song? After all, someone plays the flute.
I am a crane by the river, but I can build a building without the ground.
Getting started from the road, strange trees wear clouds, and poetry comes out of the eye.
Deng Silou said that the scenery is beautiful, the Nujiang River splits the canyon, and the world in the painting is very powerful.
Crane flying, two waves open the East China Sea.
Building into a landscape, Wuzhou guest pays Chu Tian Chun.
Mi Heng's hatred has a long history.
A poem written by Cui Haolou
Yu Di melted two Jiang Xue.
In spring, plum blossoms are all over the city.
Go upstairs and look at the moon with a broad mind
Have a good feeling for wine
Yellow crane occasionally rides the bright moon in the sea.
Baiyun often takes Chu Jiangqiu.
Clouds can create the world and talk.
Poetry comes with cranes.
You can follow Liu Biao when you climb the stairs.
Who let Guangdong say Zhao Tuo?
This place is full of romance.
I am a fairy for a long time.
The river flows day and night.
There are tall buildings in the northwest.
1 29 drunk.
There are 36 thousand games in a hundred years.
A flute and a breeze look for a crane dream.
Qian Qiu Hao Yue asked Plum Blossom.
Outside the building, the eyes are empty and the world is narrow.
The cup is bold and ancient.
Write a poem, two people never leave.
Linjiang swallowed Korea, the first floor of Sanchu.
Yellow crane rock head, as soon as the threshold comes out, the mountains are heavy
Deep in the white clouds, the water shines thousands of miles to hold the city.
There are four tours of Yellow Crane, and Wudang and Shuangge are quite different.
White clouds are around, and one window of Dongting contains Peng Li.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, infinite white clouds have passed.
The poem asked the parrot when the yellow crane would return.
There are immortals in the sky, so I won't go by yellow crane.
There are many heroes in Chu, who is more willing to chase rivers?
The crane has gone to love, and there are masterpieces left.
Build a brilliant place so as to make great achievements for the future.
Thousands of miles to the front of this building, a short rest, Jianghan reflected two streams.
A hero of more than ten years, waking from a dream, visited the crane again, three times in his life.
Build a snake mountain and lock up a misty rain with the glory of the three Chu.
Clouds over the Hanshui River, holding the five lakes and the bright moon, shining thousands of waves.
A generation of romantic, tie the knot early, the group of immortals is difficult to finish.
After several rainy days, dangerous buildings reappeared and Vientiane was renewed.
Upstairs, you can take the moon and ride the wind, and pick the stars as a bucket.
Humanities will learn from Chu Ying and drink poems and paintings.
Dance with the Yellow Crane, know the heroes of Jingchu, forge ahead into the future and create a new situation in the industry.
Rivers and clear waters, watch over the sons and daughters of China and develop their ambitions.
The story of going upstairs is the most unforgettable. On February 27th, the strike was declared in Wuchang.
Looking at the dangerous fence, you can enjoy the scenery of Qingchuan and the voice of Jiang Hantao.
The waves are rolling outside the railing, and you can be an eternal hero, but you can't stop The River Never Returning.
The sun and the moon opened between the windows, and at four o'clock, the Yellow Crane came to the west.
The great river originates from the Three Gorges and has terraces overlooking the southeast metropolis.
Holding wine, let you get drunk together, look at the waves in the sky and ask how many heroes are scouring the present.
Pay tribute to Jianghan and wish to be Yin Jifu.
Let Hao Ying write, who is like Li Qinglian?
There is a public deposit at the height of this famous building. Look at the flying rivers, which flow east and north here.
I was the only one in the old shogunate. I was disappointed in Wan Li. I came to the west from the South China Sea.
Ask Huang Hegui, fairy dreams and white clouds, Ren Jiang has been gone for thousands of years, day and night.
See if the plum blossoms have fallen. I will celebrate the Jade Emperor. I will visit Wan Li and see the lakes and mountains again.
Looking at the high platform, I can see the farewell weeping willows, the long-crowned spring grass, the phoenix in the distance, and the parrots. I will sail with the shore for endless cooking smoke, and I will return to the fairy festival. I should laugh when I meet you.
Drink all the turbid wine to express my feelings, ask Tao Gong battleship, Chuang, Baishi Cifeng, violet crayons, but Qian Qian's ten thousand heroes have all paid for the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, leaving us singing and drinking, and reciting poems independently.
Wan Li Bai Yansheng sleeve bottom
When does the yellow crane fly in front of the bottle?
How many people sing about ancient buildings? Teach feather to play string songs, turn into a generation of hipsters, pat the shore and wash away the sun in the Central Plains.
Where is the flying fairy outside the crane? Take advantage of the clouds to open the wind, showing boundless smoke, soaring into the sky, cutting the south spring mountain.
When the yellow crane returns, he smiles at the balcony. The rainbow is a turtle and snake, and the dam falls. The jade emperor accompanies the fairy tour, and heaven and earth are inseparable.
White clouds gather together, looking back, chanting Li Sao, chanting parrots, poetry supporting smoke waves, crossing history to surprise guests and dispel new worries and old hatreds.
Hanging on the railing in the middle of nowhere in front of the ninth school is deeply touched: things change, the waves are rolling, the white clouds are still there, the yellow crane is hard to find a trace, I miss him, I feel sad and angry, the piano is low, and the grass is sad. The tune sound came, and the sad sound on the ze plate still exists; Feiming is far away, and the homesickness of the frontier is still lingering. And he is also a famous beauty, so he disappeared; Lightning Shi Huo, a thousand years in a flash. Facing the sage in the poem, facing the fairy in the pavilion, eager to become a passer-by?
As soon as a swimmer is in charge, Range Rover climbs the stairs, and colorful pictures come into view: watching birds fly and fish jump, turtles dance and snakes fly; Green trees are swaying and red walls are hidden. When the weather is sunny, the boat is sailing lightly, the whistle is contending and the steel flowers are in full bloom. Mao Gong was excited, and the high gorge came out of Pinghu; Lao Guo is affectionate, and Changhong crosses Hubei. Also use this kind of carved beams to draw buildings, and the walls are connected with beads; Ambition is high, and eternal inheritance. Chu's talents, Yu Zhou's, gather in the present.
If you meet someone, don't waste my time looking through my eyes.
There is no way, as long as you stand firm.
Teach filial piety and loyalty, He Shu, seventeen sons, showing the incarnation of righting the body.
Because a stream is a valley, only five thousand words are used to refer to a maze.
Give it to the swordsman for nine days. Please bring back a yellow crane. Stop looking for the old worship of architecture, step into the magnificent space now, and let your eyes go to the three towns to draw pictures. I like the parrot by the column, the rainbow at my feet, the piano practice by my ears, and the beautiful brow, which is enough to sing freely. Swing your chest, lift your chin and lead your neck. Steamed Liao Kuo in Dongting Lake, frosty morning bell in Zhongyue Temple, sail in Jiangyan of Xunyang, sunset in Yun Fei of Wollongong. Vast land and sea refer to rooms. As night falls, the jade emperor urges plum blossoms to fall; Scattered all over the floor, the pearl and the bright moon win glory. The upper world is no different. If the top is too cold, why does the moon find the shadow?
Wan Li smiles, have you ever been tired and romantic? Pick up the victory of the previous dynasty, slowly inquire about the moss tablet, and carefully examine the history of the five cars. Qu's Gigi Lai Sao, Lu Men Yin, Dongpo's Farewell and a wonderful Compendium of Materia Medica made him a pen of Chu Tiantong. Mu Nan is heroic, serving the country and returning to the family. Outwit Cao Pi, Yue lived in a tiger shed, and Chen Youliang swallowed his ambition and forced Lu to sweep away his righteousness. On the evaluation of heritage volume. Cherish martial arts, cherish heroes, cherish rhyme; The water is far away and the mountains are deep, and the local chronicles accompany Chunhua. Great achievements are flourishing in China. Please feel more while boarding the ship, and praise Mohan's Long March.
A thousand-year-old jujube leaves no stone.
There are still flowers in May.
We can talk about romance here.
Are there any immortals in the world?
It is a good place to be idle for a thousand years.
I am a fairy for a long time.
The mountain gas is divided into Wu Xia Zhu in the west.
The river flows eastward, pressing the Haimen tide.
Range rover I sing, and the sky blows the flute at this time.
Learn to be immortal and grow old. Where can I find the elixir when I get old?
At present, there are three mountains on the sea, which is a pity after the safety period. Let's explore the dates in front of my pavilion first.
In May in Jiangcheng, fairy Taibai, listen to the plum blossoms in your flute.
No one is watching, and I am crying today.
The two dynasties once said their own words and released the talents of their elders.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, infinite white clouds have passed.
The poem asked the parrot when the yellow crane would return.
The river is safe. This month, according to the ancients, the ancients did not see this month. Later, they knew who it was, and this place was like drinking.
Whether the oriole can return, the mulberry field suddenly becomes the sea, and the sea becomes the mulberry field again. If there is enough sorrow in current affairs, how can you bear sudden death?
Dajiangdong to Qianfengcui
The sleeves are blue when refreshing.