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Among the family of beautiful mountains and rivers, the Three Gorges is the most visited place and has real history.
From Kuimen to Jingmen, every clump of rocks and every wave in the 292-kilometer-long Three Gorges is a breathtaking poem.
Scientists and engineers like to express their ideas in the language of mathematics, while we poets are more accustomed to integrating our passion into history.
Vast China is an ancient country of ancient and solemn poetry, and the Three Gorges can be called a true epic. If it can be said that with the start of the Three Gorges Project in 1995, the epic pen of the Three Gorges has been passed into the hands of hydropower builders, then before this, this giant pen like rafters has always been in the hands of poets.
Lu You, the great poet of the Song Dynasty, once stood at the ruins of Zigui Chu City and sighed like this:
The deserted city on the river is filled with sorrow for the apes and birds. Across the river is Qu Yuan's Temple.
Fifteen hundred years ago, only the sound of the beach is the same as before.
This poem commemorates Qu Yuan. Zigui in the Three Gorges is the hometown of Qu Yuan, the great poet of Chu State. The wind and waves of the Three Gorges have created a great and passionate poetic soul of the Chinese nation. Qu Yuan was concerned about the country and the people, and his noble character of "never regretting it even after nine deaths" has become a model for Chinese poets of all ages. It has been 1,500 years since Qu Yuan drowned himself in the Miluo River, and it has been 1,500 years since Lu You stood on the ruins of Chu City across the river to pay his respects to Qu Yuan's ancestral hall. And it has been another 800 years since Lu You wrote this poem. But Lu You's sigh still echoes in our hearts.
Only the sound of the beach sounds like the old days!
This contains the poet's profound inner reflection. Are we living a dignified life? What is the value of our life? Things change and things change. Everything is changing. The only thing that remains unchanged is the sound of the waves. In the sound of the waves, there are the poet's ideals and the poet's thinking about history.
I have never had the opportunity to take a wooden boat across the Three Gorges. I can only stand on the deck and enjoy the mountains of the Three Gorges without any danger. Zhang Wentao, a poet of the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem "Qutang Gorge" when he was passing through Qutang Gorge:
It was raining in the gorge and it was a leisurely day, and the boat really fell into the painting.
It will be difficult to write about the mountains on both sides of Qutang even with thousands of exquisite pens.
The steepness of the mountains on both sides of Qutang, the magnificence of the mountains on both sides of Wu Gorge, the majesty of the mountains on both sides of Xiling Gorge, these hundreds of miles of endless mountains will make you marvel at the uncanny craftsmanship of nature. Man's transformation of nature seems so insignificant compared to nature's self-shaping.
Nowadays, people who travel to the Three Gorges see the mountains of the Three Gorges. Unfortunately, they cannot get close to the water of the Three Gorges. We are amazed by the mountains of the Three Gorges, but as for the sound of the waves, we can only let the steering oar of the ship get close to it. This was not the case for the ancients. They were sitting on small wooden boats, with only a thin wooden board separating them from the waves playing the game of death. Therefore, their true experience of the sound of waves is inaccessible to us.
Please look at these two poems by Li Bai:
Wushan Mountain is surrounded by blue sky, and the flowing water is like flowing water.
The water in Ba can suddenly be exhausted, and the blue sky will never arrive.
Three mornings are bullish, three twilights are too late.
Three mornings and three evenings passed, and my temples became silky.
"Up the Three Gorges"
The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!
"Early Departure from Baidi City"
The first poem was composed by Li Bai in 759 AD when he was exiled from Yelang and passed through Huangniu Gorge in the Three Gorges. The "Three Gorges Ballad" written by an unknown person in the Northern Wei Dynasty wrote about Huangniu Gorge like this: "I see scalpers in the morning and scalpers in the evening. Three mornings and three evenings, the scalpers are the same as before." Unconsciously, the hair on the temples has turned into silk. You can imagine that the poet sitting on the small wooden boat faced a string of A whirlpool as big as an ox, with every step forward, many shackles of death must be broken. Wu Zixu passed Zhaoguan, his hair turned white overnight, and he was rowing against the current in the Three Gorges. It was not like this. However, once you go down the river, the situation is different. Li Bai's second poem expresses the joy of flying down the river in the Three Gorges. It is an exaggeration of the poet to say that a thousand miles of rivers return in one day, but it also shows how fast the waves of the Three Gorges River flow. In the turbulent rouge-colored waves, the boat is like an arrow that has been taken off its string. The cliffs on both sides of the bank are passing by, and hundreds of thousands of peaks and mountains are passing by. There are also handfuls of apes thrown by the wind, which can only fall on the waves at the stern of the boat.
Li Bai's two poems express the two feelings of sailing out of the gorge and entering the gorge. In short, when boating in the Three Gorges, no matter whether it is with the current or against the current, you will always feel that there is something latent emerging from the unstoppable sound of the waves. They come from the mother Yangtze River, mysterious and unspeakable. When you are in it, you will have a strong "sense of symbiosis". The sound of the waves merges with you, and in the ups and downs of the world, it will always maintain that invincible impact.
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All roads lead to the city.
This is a poem by a famous Western poet. This is joy and despair. Entering the twentieth century, with the development of science and technology, human wisdom has been concentrated in cities. This trend transcends ideologies and national boundaries and has become a powerful current in today's world. Cities are symbols of modern civilization, but city dwellers who are suffocated by concrete forests are eager to return to nature more than ever. They all hope to wander in the beautiful mountains and waters, and get rid of the troubles and extravagant hopes that modern civilization has brought to mankind.
The Three Gorges, as one of the best choices for people to return to nature and enjoy the wild fun, will no longer exist by the end of this century. The birth of a new epic is at the expense of the destruction of the old epic. Saying goodbye to the Three Gorges is such a sad announcement. It is this kind of mood that reminds me of the poem "Climbing High" written by Du Fu in Baidi City:
The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.
Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
Reading Du Fu's lush and majestic poems, we can't help but be moved by his strong sense of sorrow and embarrassment of life. Baidi City - the extraordinary beginning of the Three Gorges is indeed a place with dangerous buildings and poetic scenery. Many poets have written masterpieces here that have been praised throughout the ages. The brightest among them is still Du Fu, who fled to Baidi City to avoid the Anshi Rebellion. He wrote many famous poems in this place where Liu Bei left him alone. The "Eight Poems of Autumn", which represents the highest achievement of his poetry, was written in Baidi City. One of the poems is recorded below:
The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge was desolate.
The waves in the river are rising from the sky, and the wind and clouds are blocking the ground.
Clusters of chrysanthemums are blooming, tears will bloom in the future, and a lonely boat is in the heart of my hometown.
Hanyi is urging the knife and ruler everywhere, and Baidi City is high and anxious at dusk.
Most of Du Fu's poems written in Baidi City are sad and cold. We can understand that in the situation of "the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are left", the worries of people and the beauty of mountains and rivers are in tense opposition. When we look at the poems written by poets in the past dynasties on the Three Gorges, most of them contain an unforgettable sense of heaviness, like Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems":
There are twelve beaches in Qutang, and the roads among them have always been difficult.
Everlasting hatred makes people's hearts worse than water, waiting for nothing to make waves.
Rising from the flat ground, this is a true portrayal of the waves in the Three Gorges River. It is this dangerous wave that has caused many tourists to hit their green heads on the majestic reef. The poet thought of the dangers of the Three Gorges and the dangers of the human heart, and could not help but lament the difficulty of life.
China's traditional intellectuals are deeply influenced by the Confucianism of Confucius and Mencius and the philosophy of Lao and Zhuang. Their life trajectories all follow the principle of "if you are strong, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can be alone." However, as the most sensitive, upright and outstanding poet, there are few moments of pride in life. The poet seems to be synonymous with suffering. Therefore, when they were in the Three Gorges, feeling the desolate atmosphere of Wushan and Wu Gorge, and listening to the villagers Ye Lao talk about the cultural scenery of the Three Gorges, they had to have all kinds of melancholy that they could not resolve.
Take a look at some of the poems below:
Wu Gorge is far away from the old Chu Palace, and the clouds and rain are still dark with red maples.
All the happiness in the world is lost in this floating life, only King Xiang remembers it in his dream.
"Passing the Chu Palace" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The monkeys in the Bajiang River roared in pain, echoing into the passenger boats.
The lonely pillow breaks the broken dream, and the three voices follow the dawn wind.
The clouds are light and the waves are misty and rainy.
Wu Gorge is a long way from home, and I don’t hesitate to lose my soul.
"Listening to the Monkey in Wu Gorge" by Wu Shanghao of the Tang Dynasty
Chuyi is sitting alone, in the autumn dusk in the mountain village.
The sunset shines across several peaks, and a flute sets off a boat on the river.
The regret must be expressed in words, and Yi Xin gradually learns Zen.
I haven't looked back for a long time, and the deep valley is filled with dark cold smoke.
Kou Zhun of the Song Dynasty, "Looking into the Autumn of Badong County"
Returning to the country, the atmosphere is ancient, and the new coolness and miasma are clear.
The clouds are dreaming of guests, and the faint moon shines on the sound of the river.
The soft words are sad and autumnal, and the distant pity comes out of the fortress.
There are more families in the barren mountains, and their children are named Tanjia.
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda's "A Boat on the River at Night"
The green mountains are far away, and the red leaves are fluttering in the evening.
One day, a dusk rain came to Wu Gorge, and a cold wave arrived in Zigui.
The road to Ying is vast and covered with decaying grass, and the palace of Chu is no longer the same as it used to be.
The sound of the beach made my hair turn white in the middle of the night, and now I haven't received my clothes from the end of the world.
Qing Dynasty Wang Shishen's "Guizhou Calligraphy"
The five poems I picked up at random are from two Tang Dynasties, two Song Dynasties and one Qing Dynasty. The poet's identity is both a prime minister and a commoner. Although the external factors such as era and status are very different, the poetic heart they share is the same fresh. Touching the scene evokes emotions and borrowing objects to express feelings. The scenery of the Three Gorges, whether micro or macro, has become a vivid portrayal of their destiny. What is particularly worth mentioning here is the poem "Visiting Wushan Temple" written by Xue Tao, a female poet of the Tang Dynasty:
Visiting Gaotang where apes crow, the road is filled with haze and the fragrance of grass and trees.
The scenery of the mountains cannot be forgotten by Song Yu, and the sound of the water is still like the cry of King Xiang.
Morning and night under the balcony, the country of Chu perished because of rain and clouds.
There are so many willows in front of the melancholy temple, and when spring comes, the thrushes grow in vain.
The Wushan Goddess is probably the most beautiful and moving myth in the Three Gorges. In Song Yu's "Ode to the Goddess", this goddess once recommended herself to King Xiang of Chu as a pillow mat, enjoying the joy of clouds and rain. Since then, Wushan Yunyu has become synonymous with the love between men and women in the world, and the Wushan Goddess has also become people's favorite goddess of love. Xue Tao, this talented girl who was born as a singing prostitute, thought of her own experience from the legend of the goddess, and she lamented that "spring comes in vain to fight the thrush." The ancients said: "A gentleman will die for a confidant, and a woman will look good for a confidant." Xue Tao felt that the world was vast and it was rare to find a confidant. With a lonely love that no one knew, all she could hear in front of the Wushan Temple was "the sound of water was like the cry of the King Xiang".
Among ancient female poets, Xue Tao is probably the only one who left poems after entering the Three Gorges. However, there are not a few male poets who want to meet the goddess when they cross the Wu Gorge, like Lu Guimeng's "Crossing the Wu Gorge":
Wu Gorge is seven hundred miles long, and Wushan Mountain is twelve levels.
It rains every year, but who can see the ring?
After all, myths are myths. The clouds and rain in Wushan are there every year, but the goddess is gone forever.
Wushan in Wu Gorge has twelve peaks. Goddess Peak is one of them. It has a strangely steep mountain shape, and a long and narrow rock stands on the top of the peak. From a distance, it looks like a graceful girl. The story of the goddess is derived from it.
The twelve peaks of Wushan Mountain are all in the blue sky.
The moon is hidden in the clouds, and the light rain brings the wind.
The sound of apes is heard in the cold stream, and the trees are dimmed in the sky.
Looking to Gaotang with sorrow, I saw Chu Palace in Qingqiu.
Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty "Wushan High"
Last night at the foot of Wushan Mountain, the sound of apes could be heard in my dreams.
Peach blossoms fly over the green water, and I go down to Qutang in March.
The rainy wind blows, blowing southward and blowing against the king of Chu.
Gao Qiu cherishes the jade of the Song Dynasty, and visits the ancient times to wear clothes.
"Staying at the foot of Mount Wu" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Among the Three Gorges, Wu Gorge has the most poems, followed by Guizhou, which is today's Zigui. This is because there is a goddess in Wu Gorge and Guizhou is the hometown of Qu Yuan. Another characteristic is that in most of the poems about Wushan goddesses, ape sounds appear. The two poems above both contain the sound of apes. The goddess is a beautiful legend, and the sound of the ape is the lush wildness. Compared with the mediocre human life, they all contain a bit of desolation. Therefore, it can particularly touch the heart of the suffering poet. In fact, the goddess and the ape's voice have become the counterpart of the poet's earthly life. Poets wrote so many desolate poems after being close to the Three Gorges, mostly after they reached middle age and had a profound experience of the human world. In fact, in everyone's life, there will be an endless Three Gorges. We can dam the natural Three Gorges, but we cannot do such stupid things in the Three Gorges in life. We are tortured to the point of being breathless by the dazzling modern life. We must leave a place in our hearts for the goddess of supreme love and the voice of the ape that awakens people to return to nature.
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Today's life is increasingly dependent on industrial technology, and electricity has changed people's lifestyles. In order to provide more electric energy to China as it moves towards modernization, the Three Gorges will become the world's largest hydropower base. To a hydropower expert, the sound of the Three Gorges waves is the roar of electrical energy. However, in the eyes of a poet, the sound of the waves in the Three Gorges is always a soul-stirring torrent of life.
There are thousands of valleys in the southwest, and there are two cliffs for powerful enemies.
The earth and mountain roots are split, and the river comes from the Moon Cave.
Cut it into a white emperor, and the empty song hides in the balcony.
Although the chiseling skills are beautiful, Tao Jun's power is great!
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "Reminiscences of the Past in Qutang"
This is the best hymn to the Three Gorges. No river in China can rival the Three Gorges. The river flows swiftly and fiercely, but not as long; as long as it is, it does not have its momentum; although it has its momentum, it does not have gallery-like two banks; it has such two banks, but it does not have its twists and turns and majesty...
However, such a section of the river is about to be lost.
Standing on the construction site of the new Three Gorges Dam, I was thinking, what exactly have we lost? Our lives have become increasingly capitalized, industrialized, and standardized. This is an era in which it is impossible to cultivate artistic personality, let alone artistic life. However, the poets who eulogized the Three Gorges throughout the ages, no matter how much suffering they endured, all pursued an artistic life.
In the turbulent epic of the Three Gorges, sometimes we can also hear some lyrical serenades.
I temporarily borrowed the clear stream to accompany the fishing man, and the solitary awning on the beach was wet with light rain.
From now on, the poem is in Badong County, not in the wind and snow of Baqiao.
"Light Rain in Badong" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
In the mountains on both sides of the Three Gorges, there are countless beautiful streams that flow into the Yangtze River. The most famous one is Zhaojun Huansha’s Xiangxi. In the Xiangxi River in Xiling Gorge, there is Baoping Village, the hometown of Zhaojun. Regarding Zhaojun, Su Dongpo wrote this:
Zhaojun is from Chu, and his beauty shines on the river.
Chu people did not dare to marry her, saying she was a Han concubine.
Who would have thought that if you go to your hometown, you will be a bastard for thousands of miles.
People say that giving birth to a daughter will be the lintel of the family, and Zhaojun looked worried at that time.
This has been the case in the human world since ancient times, and it can be known how safe it is over and over again.
This is a miscellaneous poem in which the author laments the ups and downs of the world based on Zhaojun's fate. Wang Zhaojun, known as one of the four beauties in ancient China, has left eternal beauty and fragrance in Chinese history. The ancients said: There are precious things and great people. The aura of the Three Gorges must have nourished many world-famous romantic figures.
Every spring, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, a novel and beautiful peach blossom fish swims in the Xiangxi River. It is white and light red, like thousands of peach blossoms scattered all over the river. There are fish in the peach blossoms on the bank. When you come here, you can't tell which is the peach blossom and which is the fish.
I went to the Three Gorges to fish for a while, and I wonder if the fish I caught was this kind of peach fish. Imagine tying a drifting boat on the soft beach in the drizzle, then putting on a raincoat and throwing out a long fishing line to the sound of the man rocking the boat. Unknowingly, one day passed. There is no news about the fish, but a string of vivid poems are caught from the clear stream.
Fishing like this is a great pleasure.
Look at this poem again:
Thousands of white stripes illuminate the riverside, and countless songs penetrate the evening smoke.
It feels so comfortable when I hit the middle stream, just like riding a spring boat in the sky.
Qing Dynasty Qian Zhuan 1 "Late Crossing of Ninghe River"
Fishing like this is a joy.
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Beside the short wall of the thatched hut on the barren mountain, there is a peach blossom tree near the water.
It can be seen that Chunshan is not stingy, even the most boring parts are beautiful.
"Seeing Peach Blossoms in the Gorge" by Zheng Chengji of the Qing Dynasty
Putting aside the sound of waves, the sound of apes, clouds, rain and dangerous shoals in the Three Gorges, just pick out a peach tree beside the short wall of the hut, and its unique wild charm is vividly visible on the page.
There is also a poem about peach blossoms:
There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and fireworks in the clouds are home to people.
Silver and gold hairpins are used to carry water, long knives and short hats are used to burn rice.
"Bamboo Branch Ci" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
"If the country is waiting for you, the flowers and willows will be even more selfless." The peach blossoms of the Three Gorges bloom among the fireworks. Although spring in the gorge comes later, the beautiful spring scenery is full of rich Three Gorges style.
There is also a poem that seems to be far away from the fireworks of the world, but even more pure and lovely:
Under the ethereal cliff, the dark red ancient temple is cold.
The spring breeze blows the shadow of the tower, and a cluster of beautiful forest hills.
"Shangzhen Guan" by Zhang Wentao of the Qing Dynasty
Shangzhen Guan, formerly known as Zhenwu Guan, is commonly known as Liulai Guan. Its site is at the west entrance of Shilisha Town in the west of Zigui. A small peak protrudes from the flat ground, and the temple is built on the peak. When the river rises, it never floats away. This Shangzhen Temple, known as the "Lone Buddha Island", is one of the eight scenic spots in Guizhou in ancient times.
Among the many rhythms of Three Gorges poems, we rarely hear Buddhist drums and Zen bells. Probably this was originally the pure land of the Buddha's kingdom, and the compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva naturally needed her in more suffering places. However, this little poem by Zhang Wentao allows us to see another side of the Three Gorges that is far away from the hustle and bustle. The shadow of the tower in the spring breeze seems to be more inspiring than the peach blossoms in the spring breeze. Time is like water, and life is like a dream. Listening to the wind chimes on this brick tower, how can we not think of the great Eastern thinker Confucius' sigh when facing the surging river: The dead are like this, and they don't give up day and night!
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Busyness breeds mundanity, while quietness breeds elegance. Although it is not a rule, it is my life experience. I think many poets must feel the same way as I do at this point. It is impossible for people who are busy in the mortal world to worship the Buddha; if the mind is not extremely peaceful, it will never taste the taste of Zen. When busy people come to the Three Gorges, where can they find the leisure time to savor the mountains and rivers of the Three Gorges?
In order to live, a person must run around and work hard, but his heart should be quiet. Quietness breeds concentration, and concentration breeds wisdom. A wise person has a tasteful life. Among the many poets who came to the Three Gorges, Ouyang Xiu is a special one.
Please look at his "Xia Toadei":
The rocks slide down the cliff, and the sound of springs fills the empty valley.
If you can invite visitors to the spring, you can stay in the rock belly.
**Fen Yue Cave, the water taste is marked with tea.
Let's test the spring buds together and see when the gun flag will turn green.
Xiabao Spring is located in the Xiling Gorge section. Take a boat out of Huangniu Gorge and soon after passing Nantuo, you will see a huge stone standing out from the foot of Mingyue Peak on the south bank of the river, shaped like a toad squatting on the riverside. There is a cave behind the toad stone, and a stream of cool spring water flows out. The water of this shrimp spring is clear blue and has a sweet taste. Lu Yu, the tea saint of the Tang Dynasty, came here to taste it and praised it as "the fourth spring in the world".
Ouyang Xiu, a famous politician in Beijing, was demoted to Yiling County Magistrate for offending powerful people. The great poet who was frustrated in the officialdom took a leisurely trip to the Three Gorges, looking for sweet springs as clear and sweet as sugar in addition to the vast rivers. "The water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid", an ancient song has long chanted. Ouyang Xiu made a special trip to search for springs by boat, and his elegance was so high. Perhaps it was the concepts of "clear" and "turbid" that were at work, making him so dedicated to searching for the true meaning of life.
The spring water in the Three Gorges is good, and the tea in the Three Gorges is also a treasure among teas. When many poets come here, they inevitably use the spring water from the Three Gorges to brew a pot of Three Gorges green tea, and invite a few spring drinkers to savor this rare treasure on a moonlit night. The tea ceremony, as Japan's national quintessence, has been preserved to this day; tea tasting has always been a manifestation of the cultivation of ancient Chinese scholars. With a piece of white porcelain in my hand and the faint fragrance of tea in my chest, the burden of fate suddenly disappeared, leaving only relaxation, peace and harmony. No wonder the ancients said that tea ceremony is the flavor of Zen. Tasting tea will make you enter a state of tranquility and innocence, and the "self" deep in your life will be so clear. Then, you suddenly feel indescribable joy, and something beyond reason gives you eternal gain.
This is the experience of artistic life.
Compared with religious life, artistic life is not as persistent, but it is more lively and closer to the essence of life.
Ancient poets could find the corresponding life according to their own needs in the magical landscape of the Three Gorges.
Tourism, as a new industry, only appeared in recent years. But most of the ancient poets were tourists in the true sense of the word. They wandered among the mountains and rivers, facing the beautiful scenery created by heaven and earth, and had all kinds of strange thoughts. I have read some Western travel notes, and most of them describe natural migrations and changes, with little personal emotion. But we in China are different. "We never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain." A person’s unique aesthetic experience.
The aesthetic experience of the poets in the Three Gorges, whether it is a touch of sadness or a reverie; whether it is a persistent wildness or a solemn sigh, the aura of humanity shines in their rhythms, and the concurrence of "mind" , all of them collided among the rocks of the Three Gorges, making a deafening sound of metal and stone.
I believe that a strange landscape like the Three Gorges stands outside of time and stands forever as a symbol of human life. And each of us poets lives within time. Time can defeat them, but time poses no threat to the Three Gorges. However, now, humans have replaced time and brought a deadline to the Three Gorges. The deadline for the Three Gorges to exist in the world is numbered. For modern China, it may be a blessing; for us poets, it can only be a tragedy.
The Three Gorges epic created by poets should end in the hands of poets of our generation. The elegy of bidding farewell to the Three Gorges has filled our hearts. How will we feel at this moment?
Go to Wu Gorge from a distance and look down at Zhangtai.
The mountains and rivers of the country of Ba are gone, and the smoke of Jingmen is blooming.
The city is divided into green fields, and the trees are broken into white clouds.
Today's crazy singer, who knows that he will come to Chu.
Chen Zi'ang of the Tang Dynasty "Visiting Jingmen and Looking at Chu"
Crossing the distance outside Jingmen, I came to travel from the state of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower.
Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
Chen Zi'ang and Li Bai both used their talents to spin the wind and waves, leaving behind their magnificent poems about bidding farewell to the Three Gorges. In the bustling world, they will always be "singing guests" comparable to the sound of the waves of the Three Gorges. They have sadness, but they are more like Chen Xiong; they have tenderness, but they are more heroic and soaring into the sky. When we bid farewell to the Three Gorges, our poets today should have the same kind of mind as the ancient poets. Even if they want to sing an elegy, they should carry thunder and lightning, like the Three Gorges, and become the last sound in the world. In fact, there is such a "crazy singer" in contemporary times who wrote a poem saying goodbye to the Three Gorges.
Farewell to Xijiang Shibi,
Cut off the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain,
Gaoxia leads out of Pinghu.
The goddess should be fine,
Today’s world is special!
Mao ** "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Yangtze River"
