Poetry describing Northeast China
Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest. Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan. The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back. Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country. -Du Fu, five epic poems, the first part.
Jiang Lu is always in the southwest and flows to the northeast. Heaven knows the boat, and the cloud knows the river tree. I'm tired of traveling. I've been wandering alone many times. I enjoy my feelings and am interested in reviving Cangzhou. Nice to meet you here. Although there is no mysterious leopard gesture, it will eventually be hidden in the fog of Nanshan. -Xie Tiao's New Linpu to Banqiao in Xuancheng County.
Jade is solid, but xi can fly. The four movements are repeated, and the cold and heat are self-sustaining. Ran Ran is in its twilight years and still has a long way to go. Swinging to the northeast means the fire rises to the southwest. Hengtai has no unique voice, and Yun Xuan returns to each other. Rich water depends on Sichuan knot, and zero dew condenses the sky. The year of life has passed, and Qingyun takes advantage of it. It takes a long time to fulfill the letter, so smooth thinking is enough. Generosity is the best thing. Mourn Fu Liang and caress him generously alone. -"Fu Liangyin" Lu Ji
The white horse comes from the northeast, and the empty saddle wears double arrows. Poor Mamalang, I don't know who I am today. In the near future, the Lord will kill, and in the middle of the night, the Lord will fight. Many people died in confusion and cried like tears. -"White Horse" Du Fu
Jinqiao is in the northeast of Douting, and it is fascinating. A late-born bodhisattva has a wavy face and spring scenery. Wickers curled up in the wind and grass bundles were cut in the rain. If you report that your predecessor drinks less, you are afraid that the yellowbird will not sing. -"Tianjin Bridge" Bai Juyi