There are ancient poems about Nanjing.

Nanjing, called Jinling in ancient times, is said to be named after Chu Weiwang buried gold in order to anger the king during the Warring States Period. Later, Wu, Eastern Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, Chen and other countries established their capitals here.

For thousands of years, there have been countless poems about Nanjing (Jinling), including Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" and "Bo Qinhuai", Liu Yuxi's "Looking Back at the West Fort Mountain", Wu Yixiang's and Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng". , has been selected by other respondents, so I won't list them here. Most of the poems describing Jinling in past dynasties are mainly about remembering and mourning the Six Dynasties, among which there are many famous works.

Occasionally I saw a four-line poem on the Internet, and I can recite it:

Sleeping at Qinhuai at night, dreaming in the distance, hating the rustling leaves of ancient trees in Taiwan.

Thirty thousand compatriots are sad, so there is no need to mourn the Six Dynasties.

The poem is titled "Nanjing Arctic Pavilion hangs a monument to a compatriot in distress" by Zhao Zhangwu. There is no more information about him on the Internet, and probably the master is in the folk.

In contrast, that sentence is "the mourning of 30 thousand compatriots" and that sentence is "how can I mourn the Six Dynasties?" It seems like an understatement, but it hits the soul directly and breaks all the poems in my heart that mourn the Six Dynasties.