Classical Chinese essays describing mountains

1. 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."

Former Red Cliff Ode

In 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 as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it is going; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an 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: "There are few stars in the moon and black magpies flying south. This is not Cao Mengde. Looking to the west of Xiakou and to the east of Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in by Zhou Lang? , the flags cover the sky, the wine flows by the river, and the poems are written across the tree. How is the hero of the whole life safe now? Kuangwu and his son are fishing and woodcutting on the river, accompanying fish and shrimps, and making friends with elk, riding on a leaf. In a small boat, I lift a bottle to belong to each other; I send a mayfly to the sky and the earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn for the brief moment of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River; I carry a flying fairy to travel, and I hold the bright moon for the rest of my life; I know it is unexpected, and I leave it to you. "Resounding in the sad wind."

Su Zi said: "You also know that the water and the moon are like this, but they are not gone; those who are full and weak are like that, but the soldiers are not as strong as the generals." Looking at what is changing, heaven and earth cannot last a moment; looking at what is unchanging, things are endless to me, so why should I envy them? No matter how much you take, you can’t take any of it. The breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be picked up by the ears and made into colors. They are endless treasures of the Creator. , and this is the perfect place for me and my son.”

Since I found it in two places, I won’t write it on the website.

The guests smiled happily and washed the dishes. After drinking, the core of the food is gone, and the cups and plates are 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 come out. 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 rumbled and the valleys 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. 2. Classical Chinese essays about mountains

1. "Shizhongshan Ji Su Shi's Water Classic" says: "There is Shizhongshan at the mouth of Peng Li."

Li Yuan thought that he was facing a deep pool, and the breeze was making waves. , water and stone fight against each other, sounding like a loud bell. This is true, but people often doubt it.

Now if you place a bell and chime in the water, it will not make any sound despite the strong wind and waves, but it will be worse than a stone! In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bo began to visit his remains. He found two stones on the pool, clasped them and listened to them. The sound from the south was like Hu, and the sound from the north was clear and clear. I think I got it.

This is true, but I doubt it. The sound of a stone is everywhere, but this one is only named a bell. Why? In the sixth month of the seventh year of Yuanfeng, Ding Chou, Yu Ziqi'an came to you on a boat trip, and the eldest son, Maijiang, went to Raozhi Dexingwei and sent him to Hukou, so that he could observe the so-called stone bell.

The temple monk asked the boy to hold an ax and pick one or two of them among the rocks to buckle them. Yu Gu laughed and didn't believe it.

On a late 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; while the falcons sitting on the mountain will startle when hearing the sound of people, and they will roar in the sky; there is also an old man coughing and laughing in the valley, which may be called this stork. also.

Yu Fang was eager to return the favor, so he shouted loudly on the water, and the sound was like bells and drums. The boat people were terrified.

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 enter them, and they are light and surging. 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 orifices in the air, which were in harmony with the Feng Shui. There was the sound of drilling and boring mandarins, which corresponded to those who were facing it, and it was like a piece of music. .

Because of his smile, he said to Mai: "You know what you know? Those who are squeaking are like the King of Zhou Jing who has no shot; those who are boring and boring are like the song of Wei Zhuangzi. The ancients are not deceived. Yes! "Is it okay to make assumptions about the existence of things without seeing them with your eyes and ears? What Li Yuan saw and heard is almost the same as that of Yu, so it is unknown. The scholar-bureaucrats were unwilling to use their boats to anchor under the cliff at night, so they could not know. Although the fishermen and navy knew it, they could not tell it.

This is why it is not passed down in this world. But those who are ignorant seek it by testing the impact with axes and pounds, thinking that they have achieved it.

I wrote it down, sighing at Li Yuan's simplicity and laughing at Li Bo's ugliness. 2. Records of Xiaoshicheng Mountain Liu Zongyuan From the north of Xishan Road, crossing Huangmaoling and going down, there are two roads.

One of them goes out to the west, but nothing can be found; the other one goes north to east, no more than 40 feet, the soil is cut off and the river is divided, and there are piled stones across the wall. Above it is the shape of Liang Li looking down at her. Next to it is a fortress with a gate.

Peering into the darkness, I threw a small stone and there was a sound of water in the cave. The sound was so exciting that it lasted for a long time. You can go up to the ring, but you can see far away.

Without soil, beautiful trees and beautiful arrows grow, which are strange and strong. Its sparseness and loftiness are similar to those provided 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 I believe it exists. Also blame it for not being a Zhongzhou, but a barbarian, and not being able to sell it for thousands of years. It is hard work but useless. If the gods are not suitable for this, then the result will be nothing? Or say: "Those who humiliate the virtuous husband in order to comfort him."

Or say: "The spirit of his spirit is not a great man, 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.

3. Former Red Cliff Ode In 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.

Lift the wine to the guests, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the graceful chapter. After a while, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights.

The 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, not knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is like being left alone in the world, emerging into immortality. So he drank and enjoyed himself very much, and he buckled down and sang.

The song says: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, striking the sky and tracing the light. The dimness is in my arms, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky."

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There is a guest who plays the tune of the cave, and he sings along with it. His voice sounds like resentment, admiration, and weeping. Jiao, a concubine weeping in a lonely boat. Su Zi was stunned, sat upright, and asked the guest: "Why is this 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?" It looks to Xiakou to the west and Wuchang to the east.

The mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is gloomy. Isn’t this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi defeated Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, followed the river to the east, sailed boats thousands of miles away, covered the sky with flags, drank wine by the river, and wrote poems across the river. He was a hero for a lifetime, where is he now? Kuang Wu and his son were fishing and woodcutting on the rivers and rivers. They were friends with fish and shrimps and elk. They rode a small boat with a leaf and held up bottles to show their friendship. They sent mayflies to the sky and the earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourn the brief moment of my life, I envy the infinity of the Yangtze River; I carry flying immortals with me to travel around, I hold the bright moon in my arms for the rest of my life; I don't know how unexpected it is, but I leave my legacy in the sad wind.

Su Zi said: "Does a guest also know that my husband has water and the moon?" 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 deaths are not waxing and waning. If I look at the things that have changed, I will see that heaven and earth cannot last a moment; if I look at the things that do not change, then all things will be endless to me.

And why would you envy it? Moreover, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner. It's not my property, even if I don't take any of it.

Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears and become sounds, and the eyes can see them as colors. Take it without restraint and use it inexhaustibly.

This is the endless treasure of the Creator, and it is the perfect fit for me and my son. " 4. The poem "Later Red Cliff" is about the tenth month of the year. I am walking from the snow hall and will return to Lingao.

The two guests followed me across the yellow mud slope. The frost and dew fell, and all the leaves fell off. The figures were lying on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking at it with joy, and singing to each other.

They sighed and said: "There are guests but no wine, there is wine but no food, the moon is white and the wind is clear, how can it be such a good night!" The guest said: "Today at dusk, I raised the net and caught a fish with a big mouth and thin scales, like a perch in the Songjiang River." Did Gu An get wine? "Go back and seek help from your wives.

The woman said: "I have a bucket of wine, which I have kept for a long time, just in case my son needs it from time to time. "So I took the wine and fish and swam under the red cliff again.

The river has a sound, and the bank is broken for thousands of feet; the mountain is high and the moon is small, and the water falls and rocks appear. The sun and the moon were once so many, but the mountains and rivers can no longer be recognized.

I took my clothes and climbed up, covered with velvet, nestled among tigers and leopards, climbed on the dangerous nest of falcons, and looked down at Feng Yi's secluded palace.

The boat roared loudly, the grass and trees shook, the mountains roared and the valley echoed, and the wind and water surged. I was also quiet and sad, solemn and frightened, and it was so terrifying that I couldn't stay.

Instead, I boarded the boat. Let it go in the middle of the river and wait until it stops. It's almost midnight, and you can see a lonely crane coming across the river from the east. I went to the west by boat.

After a while, I fell asleep. I dreamed of a Taoist priest in fluttering feathers, passing by Lingao. He bowed to me and said, "Are you having fun at Red Cliff?" "Asked his name, he bowed and didn't answer.

"Woohoo! Hehe! I know it. In the past night, whoever flew past me was not a son or evil? "The Taoist smiled and I was also shocked.

I opened an account and looked at it, but I couldn't see it. 3. Ancient texts describing landscapes

Notes on Landscapes

I tasted and Kong crossed the river to reach the mountain, and he passed through it one after another for thousands of miles. When he reached the mountain, he drank from it happily and said with a smile that he didn't bring a bottle to take advantage of it. He often said, "There are more mountains." I felt sorry for not boarding, so I went with Kong and Deng. The three of them were all Scorpios. On the first day, they jumped up from the bed and hurried to the meeting place to buy some bread and water. They also wanted to cross the river by the spring. The houses are deserted and weeds are growing wildly. I look at the mountains and the road is far away. Finally, I saw a bridge. Kong went to explore it, and Deng and I went there. There was no bridge, but there was a stone road, and it was slightly covered with water. I asked a peasant woman how to cross it. I had to cross the stone with my bare feet. I didn't know the depth of the water. I saw two boys walking by with bare feet. I asked if the stone was slippery and the water was too fast. They helped each other get through it. 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 to reduce my burden because there was no spring. 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 draw water to get it. If you feel refreshed and comfortable, 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 forest. When I entered it, I saw a mountain. I climbed to the top without first finding anything, 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 have to 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 arrived, my heart was full of hope, but when I returned, my heart was exhausted. Yan's legs and feet are already weak, 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. My nature is sad, and when I am happy, I feel sad, and I 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.

.The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the beautiful trees are beautiful but densely shaded, the wind and frost are noble, and the water falls and rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless. As for those who are in trouble singing songs in Chu, and those who are walking resting in trees, the former calls, and the latter responds, carrying them with their crotches, and going back and forth without stopping, this is how Chu people swim. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat; brewing springs into wine, springs Fragrant and strong in wine; mountain delicacies and wild assemblages, mixed and aged beforehand, are the governor's banquets. The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is in the middle, the one who plays chess wins, the one who drinks and drinks mixes with each other, the one who sits up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests. .Those who have pale white hair and are drooping in it are the prefects who are drunk. "The Climbing of Mount Tai" The sun has set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the prefect has returned and the guests have followed. The woods are gloomy, the chirping goes up and down, the tourists leave, and the birds are happy. .However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they don’t know the joy of people; people know how to enjoy themselves by wandering from the prefect, but they don’t know the joy of the prefect. Those who can enjoy themselves when they are drunk, and can describe their poems when they are awake, are also prefects. Who do you call the prefect? ? Luling Ouyang Xiuye. On the yang side of Mount Tai, the Wen River flows to the west; on the yin side, the Jishui River flows to the east. The yang valleys all flow into Wen, and the yin valleys all flow into Ji. When it is divided into the north and the south, it is also the ancient Great Wall. The highest sun peak is at Fifteen miles south of the Great Wall. In the twelfth month of the thirty-ninth year of Qianlong's reign, I rode the wind and snow from the capital, traveled through Qihe and Changqing, passed through the northwest valley of Mount Tai, crossed the limit of the Great Wall, and reached Tai'an. It was the end of the month, and I met with the prefect Zhu Xiaochunzi Ying ascended from the southern foot of the mountain. Forty-five miles, the road was made of stone slabs with more than 7,000 levels. There are three valleys directly south of Mount Tai. The middle valley surrounds the Tai'an city. Li Daoyuan called it "huanshui". I started to follow it. , the road is less than half way, cross the middle ridge, follow the west valley again, and then reach the top. In ancient times, people climbed the mountain and followed the east valley. There is Tianmen on the road. The east valley was called Tianmen stream in ancient times, and it is not accessible by other places. Today we pass by it. The middle ridge and the cliffs at the top of the mountain are restricted to those who are on the road, and the world calls it Tianmen Yun. The road is foggy and slippery, and the steps are almost impossible to climb. Once you reach the top, Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is brightly lit to the south. Looking at the city wall in the evening, the Wenshui River and Culai River It is picturesque, but the fog is lingering in the middle of the mountain. At the end of Wushen, Wugu, I and Ziying sat in the pavilion to wait for the sunrise. The strong wind blew up the snow and hit the face, and there were clouds all over the east of the pavilion from below. A little white clouds could be seen in the clouds. Dozens of locusts stand on the mountain. In the sky, the clouds are of different colors, and they become five colors in a moment. The sun is as red as red above, and there is a red light below, which shakes. It may be said: This is the East China Sea. Looking back at the sun Looking at the west peak, you may see the sun, or not, the color will be bright and crimson. 5. How to write the word "mountain" in ancient Chinese

1. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

(Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River")

2. The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

(Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower")

3. From the summit, you can see all the mountains at a glance.

(Du Fu: "Wang Yue")

4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring and deep vegetation.

(Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

5. No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.

(Wang Wei: "Lu Chai")

6. The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

(Li Bai: "Guanshan Moon")

7. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.

(Li Bai's "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")

8. Bean planting At the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.

(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")

9. Looking to the northwest of Chang'an, there are countless pitiful mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all.

(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man? Shu Jiangxi Ostomy Wall")

10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain.

(Su Shi: "Inscription on the West Forest Wall")

11. The light of the mountain pleases the nature of birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty and makes people's hearts happy.

(Chang Jian: (Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple))

12. The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountain.

(Li Shutong: "Farewell")

13. Infinite mountains and rivers of tears, who can say that the world is broad.

(Xia Wanchun: "Farewell to the Clouds")

14. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.

(Wangwan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")

15. Flying to the Qianxun Pagoda on the mountain, I heard the rooster crow and saw the sun rising.

(Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilai Peak")

16. There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

(Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")

17. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.

(Xin Qiji "Xijiang Moon? Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night")

18. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

(Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital")

19. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

(Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City")

20. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.

(Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress")

21. Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

(Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci")

22. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.

(Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")

23. Looking at the Dongting mountains and waters in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.

(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

24. The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

(Wang Changling's "Military March")

The above are all famous poems describing mountains ~ you can learn from them...