Poetry about waterfalls in mountains
1. Poems about waterfalls
Li Bai’s two famous poems "Looking at Lushan Waterfall",
One of them says:
Climb Xianglu Peak to the west and see the waterfall in the south.
The flow is three hundred feet long, and the geysers flow for dozens of miles.
It is like a flying lightning, and it is like a white rainbow rising.
The first shock of the river fell into the sky, half scattered in the sky.
Look up and watch the situation turn around, what a magnificent feat of luck!
The sea breeze blows constantly, and the moonlight on the river is still empty.
Shooting shots in the air, washing the blue walls left and right.
The flying beads scatter the light clouds, and the foam boils over the dome stones.
And when I travel to famous mountains, I become more relaxed about them.
No matter how you rinse the liquid, you must wash away the dust.
However, I am willing to die in this world.
The second one:
The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall in front of the river in the distance. < /p>
The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the sound is flying down to the world.
Don’t say that this pool is so small that it shakes Kuanglu Mountain!
Quatrains ---- Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Thousands of miles of green mountains stand,
Thousands of feet in the air.
***Look at the jade girl's silk hanging,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the trees and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.
(Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty)
Lushan Waterfall Xu Ning
The spring falls in the sky thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.
The ancient and modern sky is as white as a flying sky, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.
"Three Layers of Spring" by Bai Yuchan, a poet from the Song Dynasty
The edge of the stream goes deep into Taohuawu, and the purple clouds are faintly whispering.
The nine-story cliffs mark the blue sky, and the three-story springs are filled with flying rain.
The setting sun casts wet red shadows on the mountains, and the cold clouds hold the rocks on the ancient cliffs.
The scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream are sprayed onto the pine tops and the snow is floating on the building.
Chang'e's clothes are splashing wet, and there is Fusang Mansion under the pond.
In the morning, it seems to be spreading out to the sky, and in the middle of the night, it is like smelling a pestle pounding medicine.
The cold entered the valley and roared thousands of thunders, sending out the Milky Way to blast for eternity.
Silver toads fly in the Guanghan Palace, and jade dragons dance in the Crystal Palace.
The broken ax of Qiongying is not the moon, and the waterfall is not the Weaver Girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles would visit Longmen, but later I feared that stars would meet in Niuzhu.
I wanted to look for the dragon on my forehead, but I saw a rat in the sky.
A pool of frost is melting and soaking, and drops of thousand-year-old milk are frozen.
The moon shines on the divine beads and sprinkles the green lin, and the wind blows the sky and touches the green tiger.
The world of Yaohong is full of green, and the iron horse coils around the sky.
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The new moon is like a curtain hook, hanging far away in the blue sky.
"The Ballad of Lushan Waterfall" by Yang Wei of the Yuan Dynasty
The Milky Way suddenly bursts like gourds, streaming down in front of the peak of the Five Elders of Zhuzhu.
I suspect that the gods are weaving Su Lian, and Su Lian is off his axis and looking up to the sky.
Then I wanted to cut Bingzhou with my hands and cut out a piece of glass smoke.
Encountering Yunshizi is like catching the Moon Fairy.
I am thirsty at night, riding a whale to suck the dry sea and mulberry fields.
It turned into a hundred thousand feet, and the jade rainbow hung upside down in the cold abyss. 2. Poems about the Lushan Waterfall
"Quatrains"
Wang Anshi
Thousands of miles of green peaks stand,
Thousands of feet of pure water hanging in the air point.
***Look at the jade girl's silk hanging,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
"Kaixian Temple"
Li Mengyang
The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the sound falls to the world.
Don’t say that this pool is so small that it shakes Kuanglu Mountain!
〈Lushan Waterfall〉 Xu Ning
The spring falls in the void and is thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.
The ancient and modern sky is as white as a flying sky, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.
"Three Layers of Spring" by Bai Yuchan, a poet from the Song Dynasty
The edge of the stream goes deep into Taohuawu, and the purple clouds are faintly whispering.
The nine-story cliffs mark the blue sky, and the three-story springs are filled with flying rain.
The setting sun casts wet red shadows on the mountains, and the cold clouds hold the rocks on the ancient cliffs.
The scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream are sprayed onto the pine tops and the snow is floating on the building.
Chang'e's clothes are splashing wet, and there is Fusang Mansion under the pond.
In the morning, it seems to be spreading out to the sky, and in the middle of the night, it is like smelling a pestle pounding medicine.
The cold entered the valley and roared thousands of thunders, sending out the Milky Way to blast for eternity.
Silver toads fly in the Guanghan Palace, and jade dragons dance in the Crystal Palace.
The broken ax of Qiongying is not the moon, and the waterfall is not the Weaver Girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles would visit Longmen, but later I feared that stars would meet in Niuzhu.
I wanted to look for the dragon on my forehead, but I saw a rat in the sky.
A pool of frost is melting and soaking, and drops of thousand-year-old milk are frozen.
The moon shines on the divine beads and sprinkles the green lin, and the wind blows the sky and touches the green tiger.
The world of Yaohong is full of green, and the iron horse coils around the sky.
Zen Master Xiang Yanxian"
Li Chen
He has worked tirelessly through thousands of rocks and valleys, but only by looking from a distance can he know where he came from.
How can the stream be kept? It will eventually become the waves of the sea.
"Wang Lushan Waterfall at Hukou"
Zhang Jiuling
The red spring falls thousands of feet long, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the miscellaneous trees, and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the empty water is dense. 3. Poems about the Lushan Waterfall
Li Bai's "Looking at the Lushan Waterfall"
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance, the water flows down three thousand feet. It is suspected to be the Milky Way. Falling for nine days.
Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, recited a poem while looking at the Lushan Waterfall at Hukou, which has been passed down to this day. The poem says:
The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the trees and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.
References?wtp=tt 4. Poems about waterfalls
Cai Yuanpei:
The waterfall on the rooftop is the winner, and the waterfall on the Yandang is the winner.
There are nine out of ten waterfalls in the world, but the best one is Dalongqiu.
Ruan Yuan:
Clouds, mist, rain, snow, Milky Way and rainbow, jade dust and icy lake bead curtains.
Everything is changing, but if it involves the proposed purpose, it is not a work.
Yuan Mei's poem "Dalongqiu":
Longqiu Mountain is as high as the sky, with a line of waterfalls.
Above five feet it is still water, but below ten feet it is all smoke.
It is difficult to distinguish between a hundred feet and a thousand feet, water, cloud and smoke.
When I first suspected that the sun was working in the sky, the snow shuttle was thrown to the edge of the Milky Way.
Following the suspicion that the jade dragon is tired from plowing the fields, it coughs and salivates for nine days.
Who would have known that the feng shui was swaying, and the waves were rolling around the ice and silk ribbons.
It is clear that it merges and suddenly disperses, and what has fallen is still delayed.
Sometimes the work is in a light dance, such as letting go, slowing down, or circling;
Sometimes the sun shines, and the five colors are neither green nor red.
Wang Shipeng wrote a poem praising the unique scenery of Meiyu Waterfall. The poem says:
Lingyuan is connected to the wild goose pond in the east, with cracked rocks and cliffs falling to the sky.
The clouds are broken and the blue sky is leaning on the long sword, and the moonlight is hanging in the spring room.
The river is full of rain, and the rain is fierce in autumn, and the snowflakes and ice flowers are rare in May.
Hugher moved to Wenbeishan, and he went to Shiliang to recruit soldiers.
There are two poems "Looking at Lushan Waterfall",
One of them says:
Climb Xianglu Peak to the west and see the waterfall in the south.
The flow is three hundred feet long, and the geysers flow for dozens of miles.
It is like a flying lightning, and it is like a white rainbow rising.
The first shock of the river fell into the sky, half scattered in the sky.
Look up and watch the situation turn around, what a magnificent feat of luck!
The sea breeze blows constantly, and the moonlight on the river is still empty.
Shooting shots in the air, washing the blue walls left and right.
The flying beads scatter the light clouds, and the foam boils over the dome stones.
And when I travel to famous mountains, I become more relaxed about them.
No matter how you rinse the liquid, you must wash away the dust.
However, I am willing to die in this world.
The second one:
The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall in front of the river in the distance. < /p>
The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the sound is flying down to the world.
Don’t say that this pool is so small that it shakes Kuanglu Mountain!
Quatrains - King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Thousands of miles of green mountains stand,
Thousands of feet in the air.
***Look at the jade girl's silk hanging,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the trees and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.
(Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty)
Lushan Waterfall Xu Ning
The spring falls in the sky thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.
The ancient and modern sky is as white as a flying sky, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.
"Three Layers of Spring" by Bai Yuchan, a poet from the Song Dynasty
The edge of the stream goes deep into Taohuawu, and the purple clouds are faintly whispering.
The nine-story cliffs mark the blue sky, and the three-story springs are filled with flying rain.
The setting sun casts wet red shadows on the mountains, and the cold clouds hold the rocks on the ancient cliffs.
The scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream are sprayed onto the pine tops and the snow is floating on the building.
Chang'e's clothes are splashing wet, and there is Fusang Mansion under the pond.
In the morning, it seems to be spreading out to the sky, and in the middle of the night, it is like smelling a pestle pounding medicine.
The cold entered the valley and roared thousands of thunders, sending out the Milky Way to blast for eternity.
Silver toads fly in the Guanghan Palace, and jade dragons dance in the Crystal Palace.
The broken ax of Qiongying is not the moon, and the waterfall is not the Weaver Girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles would visit Longmen, but later I feared that stars would meet in Niuzhu.
I wanted to look for the dragon on my forehead, but I saw a rat in the sky.
A pool of frost is melting and soaking, and drops of thousand-year-old milk are frozen.
The moon shines on the divine beads and sprinkles the green lin, and the wind blows the sky and touches the green tiger.
The world of Yaohong is full of green, and the iron horse coils around the sky.
Yuan Dynasty poet Zhao Mengfu's "Poetry of Water Curtain Spring"
The flying curtain is like a jade curtain, thousands of feet down,
The new moon is like a curtain hook, hanging far away Blue sky.
"The Ballad of the Lushan Waterfall" by Yang Wei of the Yuan Dynasty
The Milky Way suddenly bursts like gourds, pouring down in front of the peak of the Five Elders in Zhuzhu.
I suspect that the gods are weaving Su Lian, and Su Lian is off his axis and looking up to the sky.
Then I wanted to cut Bingzhou with my hands and cut out a piece of glass smoke.
Encountering Yunshizi is like catching the Moon Fairy.
I am thirsty at night, riding a whale to suck the dry sea and mulberry fields.
It turned into a hundred thousand feet, and the jade rainbow hung upside down in the cold abyss. 5. Poems about waterfalls
Cai Yuanpei:
The waterfall on the rooftop is the winner, and the waterfall on the Yandang is the winner.
There are nine out of ten waterfalls in the world, but the best one is Dalongqiu.
Ruan Yuan:
Clouds, mist, rain, snow, Milky Way and rainbow, jade dust and icy lake bead curtains.
Everything is changing, but if it involves the proposed purpose, it is not a work.
Yuan Mei's poem "Dalongqiu":
Longqiu Mountain is as high as the sky, with a line of waterfalls.
Above five feet it is still water, but below ten feet it is all smoke.
It is difficult to distinguish between a hundred feet and a thousand feet, water, cloud and smoke.
When I first suspected that the sun was working in the sky, the snow shuttle was thrown to the edge of the Milky Way.
Following the suspicion that the jade dragon is tired from plowing the fields, it coughs and salivates for nine days.
Who would have known that the feng shui was swaying, and the waves were rolling around the ice and silk couplets.
It is clear that it merges and suddenly disperses, and what has fallen is still delayed.
Sometimes the work is light dancing, such as letting go, slowing down, or circling;
Sometimes the sun shines, and the five colors are neither green nor red.
Wang Shipeng wrote a poem praising the unique scenery of Meiyu Waterfall. The poem said:
Lingyuan is connected to the wild goose pond in the east, with cracked rocks and cliffs falling to the sky.
The clouds are broken and the blue sky is leaning on the long sword, and the moonlight is hanging in the spring room.
The sound of river rain is severe in autumn, and the snowflakes and ice flowers are rare in May.
Hugher moved to Wenbeishan, and he went to Shiliang to recruit soldiers.
There are two poems "Looking at Lushan Waterfall",
One of them says:
Climb Xianglu Peak to the west and see the waterfall in the south.
The flow is three hundred feet long and the geysers flow for dozens of miles.
It is like a flying lightning, and it is like a white rainbow rising.
The first shock of the river fell into the sky, half scattered in the sky.
Look up and watch the situation turn around, what a magnificent feat of luck!
The sea breeze blows constantly, and the moonlight on the river is still empty.
Shooting shots in the air, washing the blue walls left and right.
The flying beads scatter the light clouds, and the foam boils over the dome stones.
And when I travel to famous mountains, I become more relaxed about them.
No matter how you rinse the liquid, you must wash away the dust.
However, I am willing to die in this world forever.
The second one:
The incense burner produces purple smoke in sunshine, and you can see the waterfall in front of the river in the distance.
/p>
The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the sound is flying down to the world.
Don’t say that this pool is so small that it shakes Kuanglu Mountain!
Quatrains - King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Thousands of miles of green mountains stand,
Thousands of feet in the air.
***Look at the jade girl’s silk hanging,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple.
The rushing water flows down the trees and sheds heavy clouds.
The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell.
There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.
(Zhang Jiuling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty)
Lushan Waterfall Xu Ning
The spring falls in the sky thousands of feet straight, and the thunder rushes into the river without stopping.
The ancient and modern sky is as white as a flying sky, and a boundary breaks through the green mountains.
"Three Layers of Spring" by Bai Yuchan, a poet from the Song Dynasty
The edge of the stream goes deep into Taohuawu, and the purple clouds are faintly whispering.
The nine-story cliffs draw blue skies, and the three-level springs are filled with flying rain.
The setting sun casts wet red shadows on the mountains, and the cold clouds hold the rocks on the ancient cliffs.
The scattered ice flowers at the bottom of the stream are sprayed onto the pine tops and the snow is floating on the building.
Chang'e's clothes are splashing wet, and there is Fusang Mansion under the pond.
In the morning, it seems to be spreading out to the sky, and in the middle of the night, it is like smelling a pestle pounding medicine.
The cold entered the valley and roared thousands of thunders, sending out the Milky Way to blast for eternity.
Silver toads fly in the Guanghan Palace, and jade dragons dance in the Crystal Palace.
The broken ax of Qiongying is not the moon, and the waterfall is not the Weaver Girl.
At first, I suspected that fish and turtles would visit Longmen, but later I feared that stars would meet in Niuzhu.
I wanted to look for the dragon on my forehead, but I saw a rat in the sky.
A pool of frost is melting and soaking, and drops of thousand-year-old milk are frozen.
The moon shines on the divine beads and sprinkles the green lin, and the wind blows the sky and touches the green tiger.
The world of Yaohong is full of green, and the iron horse coils around the sky.
Yuan Dynasty poet Zhao Meng\"Poem of Water Curtain Spring"
The flying curtain is like a jade curtain, thousands of feet down,
The new moon is like a curtain hook, Hanging far away in the blue sky.
"The Ballad of Lushan Waterfall" by Yang Wei of the Yuan Dynasty
The Milky Way suddenly bursts like gourds, streaming down in front of the peak of the Five Elders of Zhuzhu.
I suspect that the gods are weaving Su Lian, and Su Lian is off his axis and looking up to the sky.
Then he wanted to cut Bingzhou with his hands and cut out a piece of glass smoke.
Encountering Yunshizi is like catching the Moon Fairy.
I am thirsty at night, riding a whale to suck the dry sea and mulberry fields.
It turned into a hundred thousand feet, and the jade rainbow hung upside down in the cold abyss.
6. Ancient poems about waterfalls
Wanglu Mountain Waterfall - Li Bai
The incense burner in the sunshine produces purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.
The flying stream falls three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky.
[Note]
1. Lushan Mountain: Located in the south of Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province, it is a famous scenic spot in my country.
2. Incense Burner: Xianglu Peak is located in the northwest of Mount Lushan. It is named because it looks like an incense burner and the mountain is often shrouded in clouds and smoke.
3. Kakemaekawa: Hang on the water in front.
4. Jiutian: According to ancient legend, there are nine levels of heaven, and Jiutian is the highest level of the sky.
p> ***Look at the jade girl hanging on the silk thread,
The sun is reflected in five colors.
"Kaixian Temple"
Li Mengyang
< p> The waterfall is halfway up the sky, and the flying sound falls to the world.Don’t say that this pool is small, shaking Kuanglu Mountain! 7. Poems about waterfalls
About Hukou Waterfall
Qilu Hukou Waterfall on the Yellow River
A pot of thousands of miles of Yellow River harvests,
Drama The neon lights of the water are in late autumn.
The waterfalls are rolling down the mountain and roaring at the bottom of the stream.
The roaring waves roll up the snow and hit the clouds.
The fog rises in the clear sky and the clothes are washed lightly.
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The rising sun and the sound of thunder travel far away.
Give me a sense of Chinese charm,
Five thousand ups and downs are leisurely
"Hukou Waterfall" < /p>
Thousands of miles of yellow dragon rushing from the depths of hundreds of millions of years
Singing along the way wakes up the sleeping loess
The swarming water is a light and heavy narrative of a nation
A bouquet pours from the mouth of the pot, and I have a grand picture of dialogue with the sea
The endless symphony that surges across the world
It is a gorgeous poem and a barbaric cheer
< p> From the peak, I bring the clear flow, the turbidity, the rhapsody of victory and the song and dance of lossFrom the encirclement and suppression of time and dryness, I learn to be majestic
Please remember every drop of my water Pearl
Both have my first birthmark and last totem
If you have blended into my bitterness and dreams in the night
You will definitely be there somewhere Come to me one day
Come to me with me and let the clouds breathe in the same breath as the sky and the earth
Flowers, plants, fish and dragons lurk in my every step
I put The loneliness of death is transformed into the song of life
I know your lips are facing my wine bottle
Then come, all souls believe that this cup is enough< /p>
Thousands of miles of yellow dragon rushing from the depths of hundreds of millions of years
Singing along the way wakes up the sleeping loess
The swarming water is a light and heavy narrative of a nation
A bouquet pours from the mouth of the pot, and I have a grand picture of dialogue with the sea
The endless symphony that surges across the world
It is a gorgeous poem and a barbaric cheer
< p> From the peak, I bring the clear flow, the turbidity, the rhapsody of victory and the song and dance of lossFrom the encirclement and suppression of time and dryness, I learn to be majestic
Please remember every drop of my water Pearl
Both have my first birthmark and last totem
If you have blended into my bitterness and dreams in the night
You will definitely be there somewhere Come to me one day
Come to me with me and let the clouds breathe in the same breath as the sky and the earth
Flowers, plants, fish and dragons lurk in my every step
I put The loneliness of death is transformed into the song of life
I know your lips are facing my wine bottle
Then come, all souls believe that this cup is enough< /p>