There is no crossing of the river

The Yellow River came west to break Kunlun, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.

The waves are surging, and Yao is groaning.

Dayu is in charge of all rivers, and he doesn't peep at home.

Killing the turbulent flood, Kyushu began silkworm hemp.

The harm is gone, and the wind and sand are at a loss.

was crazy and stupid, and he wanted to ridicule him in the morning.

Others do not hesitate to stop their wives, and the public has no way to cross the river and cross it.

The tiger can fight, the river is difficult to rely on, and the male fruit is drowned in the sea and the sea.

There is a long whale with white teeth like a snow-capped mountain, and the public is hanging in the middle.

Gong Hou was sad and didn't pay it back.

Water tune song head Fu Sanmenjin

On the nine heavens of the Yellow River, people and ghosts look at the heavy pass. The long wind swept the high waves, and the sun was cold. It is like a thousand miles of Luliang, strong like Qiantang in August, and it goes straight down to wash the dust. Vientiane has entered a rout, and it is still idle.

The nest is dangerous, the two hooves have passed, and it is difficult to climb. What is the use of this danger in the world, the eternal treacherous. If you don't need to burn the rhino to shine, you may not be able to fly and shoot, and you will have a strong obstacle. Call for whale riders, and drum over the Silver Mountain.

Xiyue Yuntai Song sent Danqiuzi

The Yellow River is like silk in the sky.

The Yellow River touched the mountains for thousands of miles, and the vortex hub turned into Qin mines.

The glory is full of colors, and the saints are in the Qing Dynasty for a thousand years.

The djinn roared through the two mountains, and the flood sprayed arrows into the East China Sea.

The three peaks stand as if they want to be destroyed, and the green cliffs and Dangu are open.

The white emperor gold is lucky, and the stone is made of lotus flowers and clouds.

The Yuntai Pavilion Road is even immortal, and there is an immortal Danqiu.

The star jade girl is ready to sprinkle and sweep, and Magu scratches her back and her fingers and claws are light.

My emperor holds heaven and earth in his hands, and Danqiu talks about heaven and heaven.

Ninefold entry and exit of the glorious life, the east to Penglai and the west.

If the jade syrup benefits the old people to drink, ride the two mao dragons to fly in the sky.

The water dragon sings and crosses the Yellow River

The turbidity waves are mighty and eastward, and there is no end in the present and the past. Through the heavens and the earth, surging out, northeast of Kunlun. The waves of the gods are raging, galloping and cracking, and thundering the day. Look at the Central Plains shape victory, a thousand years of royal spirit. Majestic, long in the past and present.

The drums are vast and vast, and the sound of singing and resounding is condensed in the sky. The magnificent tour is sweaty, the mountains and rivers are continuous, and the fluttering groans are fluttering. I want to take advantage of it, go straight to the poor, and ask deeply. Calling Junping to smile, who praises the Han Ke, takes the machine stone.

Yellow River line

The water of the Yellow River is boundless and deep, and it does not know how many thousands of miles it comes from.

Or the mountain of Yunkunlun came out of the Western Era, and the vitality was fused from the beginning.

The earth dimension collapsed and the heavenly pillar broke, so it ran rampantly and flowed day and night.

After four years of singing, the yellow bear turned into a dragon's tail.

The two chiseled off the sea door opened, and the two Hubei were still in the middle of the confrontation.

The vortex is agitated, the turbulent rush is rushed, the cliff is flying sand, the shore is broken, and the battle is instantaneous.

The waves are raging, and the anger does not stop coming from the sky.

At the beginning, as if the two armies were united, the flying artillery suddenly fell down the wall and destroyed it.

and like a rain that rises in abundance, and whips the iron riders to drive away the thunder.

The silver house surging in mid-air is bound to swallow up the desecration.

Tianwu is nine heads, and he is alone.

The rain in the diving pool has passed the old Jiao's groaning, and the mermaids cry on the bright moon night.

A sail is hung on the side of the flat boat, and the ears are full of Xiao Xiao birds flying.

Xu Pi is thousands of miles and a half away, and he looks forward to the green mountains being as small as millet.

Its water is a stone, and its mud is several buckets.

It is bubbling and gurgling, and it is the same as the longevity of the universe.

Pan Zhongliu waved his hand to hit the sword and beckon the immortals.

The good wind comes from the east, and the river is rewarded with a glass of wine.

He composed thirteen songs on the way to the Yellow River

Kawakami is often extremely eye-catching, and the world is now idle.

Go to the sail with the sunset, and the journey follows the long mountain.

Relatives and friends are like clouds, and they are unattainable.

Yu Zi is comfortable, in the midst of the turmoil.

In the early morning, the middle stream, the Yu clan is full of Tingzhu.

Where did the yellow bird come from, and the widow and widow of Angzang.

No one can see the flying sound, and it is impossible to drink and peck.

Yun Haner knows that Hu Wei is not rash.

The wild man's head was white, and he suddenly visited me.

Holding a green bamboo pole, sunset Qi water.

Although old and beautiful, although poor and idle.

Thirty years of fishing, the center has nowhere to go.

On the south platform, but looking at the river.

Bamboo trees sandwich flowing water, and the lonely city faces the distant mountains.

Nianzichuan has a wide road, and the sand gulls are idle.

I wanted to leave for a long time, but there was still no news.

East into the Yellow River, vast and straight.

Looking at Taihang Mountain in the north, E'e is half a day.

Mountains and rivers reflect each other, and the depth is unmeasurable.

In the past, there were talents, but they didn't know each other.

On the slip platform in autumn, the autumn is twilight.

Walking alone is not comfortable, and it is boring to cherish the soil.

The Jin and Song dynasties were depressed, and the Qiang Hu was scattered.

At that time, there was no strategy, and this place was the frontier.

The soldiers are self-diligent, and the mountains and rivers are solid.

Take the leisure and enjoy the view, and the sentimental thing is sad.

Before the melancholy sunset, the distant sails are fluttering.

The north wind blows thousands of miles, and the south geese don't know how to count.

Return to the Italian side Haoran, and the clouds and sand are more reciprocal.

The turbulence is far away, and you can look at it when you lean on it.

See Chu Hancheng in the distance, Cui Wei on the high mountain.

The way of heaven has not been measured, and people's hearts have no direction.

Tu Yu is called the Hou King, and the dragon and snake fight for the overlord.

Remembering more killings, taking care of the misery of this life.

Sundae rest soldiers, I have to be idle.

Zichuan Fang is long, and there is no front and back in the clouds.

The ancient weir is on the river, and the long forest is out of the mouth.

It is not my intention to go alone, and it has been a long time since I went east.

Who knows about worrying, and drinks wine.

Towards the north bank, dock the boat in the south of the river.

Try to say that the wild people are bitter, and feel that the farmer is bitter.

Although it was thin and ripe last autumn, it has not rained this summer.

The cultivation day is industrious, and the tax is both tax-based.

The garden vegetables are empty, and the industry is insufficient.

There is still a heart to dedicate to the heart, and there is no cause to see the Lord.

The vast turbid river note, nostalgic riverside.

Yu Gong is open-minded, and the Han traces are followed.

Kandexi is surging, Feng Yi and Hu Buren.

The embankment of the Tomb is excited, and the eastern county is sad.

The Son of Heaven suddenly mourned, and all the officials were paid.

Pray like a god?

The Xuanfang is now safe, and the high shore is craggy.

I am tired of the wind and turbulence, and I will be interested.

The empty song is sung, and the feeling is sad.

Mengxia mulberry leaves are fat, and the yin is long and long.

Silkworm farmers are in season, and there are no idlers in the fields.

Fishing woods near the water, looking at the mountains and retreating.

Who can go to Jingluo, haggard against the wind and dust.

Towards the scenery into the Pingchuan, the river is long and weeping willows.

Looking at the Wei Cemetery from afar, it is abrupt in front of the mountain and behind the mountain.

When reminiscing about the great cause of the past, the heroes ran around.

Yiren He Dianmai, the head of independence.

Spread the Aocang and support the troops to Luokou.

The battalion is one million, and Liuhe is as available.

Fang Xiang will finally be side by side, and Chao Sui will have a fake hand.

Strive to be stubborn, and fight for a long time.

If you learn from Xiao Cao, your fame should be immortal.

The riverside seems to be shameful to meet.

Drop out of the list and ask about it, and the answer is the end.

Although he was poor all his life, he did not die for ninety years.

And like the children and grandchildren, the city is ashamed.

Tie up the Yellow River and fish in the long river.

Looking at the clouds and sand, listening to feng shui in depression.

The food is strong, and I will always be in the township.

I don't know anything, but that's all his heart.