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Ancient poems in Dongting Lake
1, Wang Dongting

Don Liu Yuxi

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

2. "See the beam in Dongting Mountain"

Don Zhang said

As soon as Baling looks at the cave in autumn, the solitary peak rises day by day.

I heard that the fairy can't pick it up, and my heart is leisurely with the lake.

3. "Accompany the doctor to swim in Dongting and get drunk"

The cutting of Junshan Mountain can make the water level of Dongting Lake spread outwards, which looks endless.

Baling didn't drink enough wine and got drunk together in the autumn of Dongting Lake.

4. "Go to Dongting with Ye, assistant minister of our uncle's punishment department, and Sheren of Zhongshujia"

Tang Libai

In the autumn night, the south lake is clear of water and smoke. How can you ride the sky?

Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily.

5. With the King in Hunan

Don

Dongting autumn in August, Xiaoxiang water flows north.

The dream of returning to Wan Li is even more worrying.

You don't need to open a book, you should go to a restaurant.

An old friend, Jing Luoman, will travel with you.

6. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

Another cloud passed through Yungu and Menggu, regretting Yueyang City.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.

Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

7. Climbing Yueyang Tower

Song chenyuyi

Dongting East Jiangxi, the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late.

Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk.

Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years.

In the ancient wind and frost, the old wooden waves are infinitely sad.