1. Poems about Jiangsu
Poems about Jiangsu 1. What are the poems describing Jiangsu
1. The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks were three Yangzhou under the moon. ——"Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower in Guangling" Li Bai·Tang
Interpretation: My old friend waved to me frequently and said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower, leaving in March in this sunny spring with catkins like smoke and flowers blooming like brocade. Travel to Yangzhou.
2. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship. ——"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji, Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of ringing bells in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
3. Yu Ji dropped out of the palace, and the millet seedlings sang sadly alone. ——"Gusu Nostalgic" Xu Hun·Tang
Interpretation: After boating through the ancient city of Gusu, I left my boat and landed on the shore. I paid homage to the ancient platform. When I first stepped onto the platform base, I looked around and saw only broken bricks and tiles. Grain and millet are in full bloom.
4. Take a break when you go south or north, the white apples blow all over the Chu River in autumn. ——"Inscription on Huainan Temple" Cheng Hao·Song Dynasty
Interpretation: Running around from south to north, resting whenever you want, the white apple was blown away by the autumn wind of Chu River without a trace.
5. The south of Danyang City is cloudy in autumn and the sea is dark, and the north of Danyang City is clear and cloudy. ——"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower·The Yin of the Autumn Sea in the South of Danyang City" Wang Changling·Tang
Interpretation: Looking to the south of Danyang City, all you can see is the rainy and gloomy autumn sea; looking to the north of Danyang City, you can only see the Chutian The clouds are deep.
6. Thousands of lights illuminate the blue clouds in the night market, and there are many red-sleeved customers in high-rise buildings. ——"Looking at Yangzhou City at Night" by Wang Jian·Tang
Interpretation: The night market in Yangzhou City is bustling, with thousands of lights reflecting the blue clouds. Women with heavy makeup can be seen everywhere inside and outside high-rise buildings, and tourists looking for fun come here one after another. Come, there is an endless stream.
7. The guest arrives looking for the morning chime, and the monk returns with the setting sun on his back. ——"Climbing Jiangshan Kaishan Temple" Cui Dong·Tang
Interpretation: In the morning, pilgrims follow the sound of the chime in the temple; in the evening, the monks return from the mountain under the setting sun.
8. When frost falls, the water in Hangou is clear, and countless cold stars shine by the boat. ——"One of Three Autumn Poems" Qin Guan·Song
Interpretation: It is frost time, and the water in Hangou is still clear. Thousands of stars in the sky are reflected in the water, just like the boat. So close.
9. We see off guests on Hengtang Road every year, while the drizzle and hanging poplar trees tie up the painted boats. ——"Hengtang" Fan Chengda·Song Dynasty
Interpretation: I don't remember how many years ago, I have seen off guests at Hengtang every year, and I always see this familiar scene in front of me: it is drizzling, and the willows Yiyi, there is a painting boat moored by the water.
10. When I see you in Gusu, everyone will be leaning against the river. ——"Sending People to Wu" by Du Xunhe·Tang
Interpretation: In Suzhou, Jiangnan, people's houses are built on the riverside
2. Ancient poems about Jiangsu
Zhang Ji
Night mooring at Fengqiao
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. The rivers and maples are fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
The fragrance of cinnamon branches? Nostalgia for the past in Jinling
It is the late autumn of my motherland and the weather is beginning to calm down when I come to see you off. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the west wind at our back and the wine flag standing slantingly. The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture①.
Thinking about the past, competing for prosperity. Sighing at the top of the building outside the door, sorrow and hatred continue. For thousands of years, I have been lamenting the honor and disgrace over this. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass turns green. To this day, Shang Nu still sings the remaining song "Back Court".
Note: ① "It is difficult to draw a picture when the egrets are flying across the Milky Way." When the egrets are flying over the Yangtze River, no matter how beautiful the picture is, it is impossible to draw one.
② "The building outside the gate", usage: The Sui army has arrived at the city, and the empress Chen Shubao and his beloved concubine Zhang Lihua are still enjoying themselves in Jieqi Tower, singing "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu".
Jinling Nostalgia
Xu Hun
The song of Yushu failed and the king died, and the soldiers in Jingyang joined forces and the garrison building was empty.
There are thousands of official tombs far and near, and six generations of palaces with grains and millet.
The stone swallow blows in the clouds and turns to rain and clear clouds, and the finless porpoise blows in the waves and returns to the wind at night.
Once the hero is gone, all the luxury is gone, only the green mountains are like Luozhong.
Jinling Nostalgia
Liu Yuxi
The tide is full of Yecheng Zhu, and the sun is setting at the imperial pavilion.
The new grass in Caizhou is green, but the old smoke of the shogunate is green.
The ups and downs are determined by personnel, the mountains, rivers and empty terrain.
The song "Flowers in the Back Garden" is full of resentment and unbearable listening.
Full of river red? Nostalgia for Jinling
Sadhu thorn
Six generations of luxury, spring has passed, and there is no news. Looking at the sky with despair, the mountains and rivers are so beautiful that they are no longer what they used to be. The two swallows in front of Wang Xietang have known each other at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Listening to the deep night, loneliness hits the lonely city, and the spring tide is urgent.
Thinking about the past, weaving with sorrow, thinking about the homeland, empty traces. But the smoke is desolate and the grass is decaying, and the crows are scattered and the sun is setting. The jade trees are singing, the autumn dew is cold, and the rouge wells are cold and weeping. Until now, there are only Jiang Shanqing and Qin Huaibi.
[Note]
(1) Past: the past.
(2) Hanyu: chilling cicada.螞, the sound is jiàng.
Jinling Nostalgia
Sikong Shu
The chariot road is covered with dark maples and the wild grass in the palace is spring.
Sad Yu Kaifu, always serving as a minister of the Northern court.
Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling
Li Bai
The Phoenix travels on the Phoenix Terrace, and the Phoenix flows away from the Kongjiang River.
The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills.
Beyond the blue sky half-fallen by the three mountains, Bailuzhou is divided into a body of water.
The clouds can always cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad
Qinhuai Miscellaneous Poems
Wang Shizhen
The fine characters of the new song are written in Bingwan , King Xiaobu looked at it with a smile.
Qin Zhun has been sobbing for thousands of years, so he should not still hate the official Kongdu.
Title: Jinling Ferry
Zhang Hu
Jinling Ferry is a small mountain tower, where travelers can worry about staying overnight.
In the slanting moon on the river at night when the tide is falling, two stars and three stars are shining in Guazhou.
Stone City
Liu Yuxi
The homeland is surrounded by mountains, and the empty city is lonely in the tide.
The old moon on the east side of Huaishui River, I still come across the female wall late at night.
The fragrance of cinnamon branches? Nostalgia for the past in Jinling
Wang Anshi
When I came to see him off, it was the late autumn of my motherland and the weather was beginning to be calm. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the wine flag leaning against the west wind. The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past, competing for luxury, sighing at the building outside the door, filled with sorrow and hatred. For thousands of years, I have lamented the honor and disgrace of this. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass turns green. To this day, Shang women still sing this song all the time, leaving behind songs in the backyard.
Nostalgia for the past in Jinling on a moonlit night
Li Bai
The moon in Jinling is green, and the imperial state hangs in the sky.
The astronomical constellations are here, and the hegemony flows like a river.
The green water cuts across the road, and the green pines destroy the ancient hills.
There is a bird's eye view on the platform, but there is no Phoenix Tower in the palace.
The other halls are sad for the summer heat, and the garden is full of fun.
As soon as I heard the song, the jade trees made the back yard desolate in autumn.
Qilu? The People's Liberation Army occupied Nanjing (April 1949)
Mao Zedong
Zhongshan turned yellow due to the storm, and millions of troops crossed the river.
The tiger sitting on the dragon's plate is better than the past, and the world is turned upside down. It is generous and generous.
It is better to use the remaining brave men to chase the poor bandits, and not to pretend to be the academic overlord.
If there is love in the sky, the sky will also grow old, and the right path in the world will be vicissitudes of life
Crow Yi Lane
Liu Yuxi
Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, Crow The sun sets at the entrance of Yixiang.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
3. Poems describing Jiangsu
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the maple river is The fisherman faces Chou Mian.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Visit Gusu Yuzhi Temple again
Xuhun of the Tang Dynasty
Gao Wu leaves under a leaf at the beginning of autumn, walking all the way to the old sojourn in the corridor.
After the moon passes, I drink wine tonight through the blue window, while the rain dims the red walls last year.
The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are tall and windy, and they are sparse.
Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch.
Crossing the Wujiang River
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
The nights are longer when there are fewer people in Huiguan, and the trees in the distance of Gusu City are green.
The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the tall buildings are far apart, and the rivers and rivers are returning to Guangdian in autumn.
As the moon turns, the magpie shadows move across the blue sky, and the red grass on the low dew is wet with fluorescent light.
Poet lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall in drunken music and singing.
Presented to Judge Zhou on behalf of the prostitutes
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The prostitutes’ banquet will leave Gusu tonight, and the guests will go to Jinghu Lake tomorrow.
Don't go out in a boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu.
Can the Orchid Pavilion return to the moon after the moon breaks, but the autumn coolness in the Baby Pavilion is gone?
I would like to be my wife, and I will stop dyeing my mustache white when I return.
Nostalgia for Wu and Yue
Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty
Wu and Yue have been complaining for thousands of years, and the two palaces are playing woodcutter songs.
When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water from the waves.
The old city is filled with doubts and despair, and the moon shines on the barren trees, thinking of moths.
Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying in the river are cold and there are many green grass.
Sending people off to travel to Wu
Tang Du Xunhe
When I see you in Gusu, everyone is sleeping on the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo.
I know the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
I will think of it when I go back
Jiangnan is great,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can’t forget Jiangnan.
4. Ancient poems praising Jiangsu, thank you
Ancient poems praising Suzhou or Yangzhou: Suzhou: Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge in the Tang Dynasty Zhang Jiyue, the sky is covered with crows and frost, Jiang Feng and the fisherman say Chou Mian.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Visit Gusu Yuzhi again to see Xu Hun's Gao Wu in the Tang Dynasty, whose leaves are falling in early autumn, and pass by the old sojourn in the long corridor.
After the moon passes, I drink wine tonight through the blue window, while the rain dims the red walls last year. The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are tall and windy, and the trees are sparse and sparse.
Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch. Crossing the Wujiang River, Du Mu's palace in the Tang Dynasty was sparsely populated and the nights were longer. The distant trees in Gusu City were green.
The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the tall buildings are far apart, and the rivers and rivers are returning to Guangdian in autumn. The moon turns and the magpie shadows move across the sky, and the red grass on the low dew is wet with fluorescent light.
Poet lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall in drunken music and singing. On behalf of all the prostitutes, I present a prostitute feast to Judge Tang Bai Juyi of Zhou Dynasty. I will leave Gusu tonight and travel to Jinghu Lake in the Ming Dynasty.
Don't go out in a boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu. Can the orchid pavilion return to the moon, but the autumn coolness in the baby pavilion is gone? I wish I could be my wife with you, and I won’t dye my mustache white when I return.
Wu Yue nostalgic about the ancient Tang Dynasty. Li Yuan and Wu Yue complained for thousands of years. The two palaces sang woodcutter songs with clear winds. When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water.
The old city is filled with doubts and despair, and the moon shines on the barren trees, thinking of moths. Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying over the river are cold and green, and there are many green grasses.
I sent people to travel to Wu and Tang Dynasties and met Lord Du Xunhe in Gusu. They all rested on the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo. I know that the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
Before going there, the first thing I will think about is: there is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. When I go there, I will think about Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, and when I go back, I will think about the good scenery of Jiangnan. I was familiar with it in the past. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can’t forget Jiangnan.
Yangzhou: The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute? Du Muweiyang recalled the past prosperity of Guangling City, where Emperor Yang visited Zixia in his palace. There are still songs in Yushu, but Jinfan has no home when he returns.
Fragrant grass is everywhere on the terrace, and flowers fall off every year due to wind and rain. The most sentimental Biandi willows still carry crows when spring comes.
In fact, the Eight Eccentrics are mainly good at painting, and their paintings outweigh their poems. Zheng Banqiao's collection of poems shows that the stone city hangs over thousands of feet of rock. He borrowed European knives and Wu axes to cut it into a city wall.
Thousands of miles of golden city cannot be returned, and thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Jun's boat was pointed directly at the boat, but the wind was so favorable that it never stopped.
The bow of the ship was lined with torches, easily burning the iron ropes. Now, as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering.
It is called to destroy the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city.
Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers. Zhou Yuzhai Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong.
Eight hundred thousand troops flew a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The towers and boats collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood.
In March in Xianyang, the firelight is so bright. Thinking of his heroic bamboo and mourning silk, he turned back to look at the music, and talked about the war in the barracks.
Gongjin Bo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. The relationship between Wu and Shu was sparse, the war was raging, and the old charm became a treacherous one.
To this day, Qin Huai still gnaws at his regret. The Peach Leaf Crossing Bridge has low red boards, facing the long Qinhuai River, and the green poplars are fluttering.
Guard the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, and take the dew to say farewell sadly. The smoke softens the pear blossoms, the rain softens the food, and the fragrant grass reminds the season.
Painted boats, flutes and drums, and songs filled the air. After all, how rare are peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times? Their color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir.
If Yiguang and Zhuluo die, who is the wise man? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji. Lao Lao Pavilion Lao Lao Pavilion was blown by the west wind and turned into a willow tree.
Like a thread, infinite hatred, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river, don't cry in front of me, there are many friends in your eyes.
I can’t say enough words, and my pulse is sad and thin in the setting sun. Spend half your life trying to gain fame and fortune, spend your free time calculating carefully, and often lose nine out of ten things.
He dances and plays with Hu Sunzhuang, but is always coaxed by his family. He immediately shouted and begged in the streets, but all came to nothing.
What joy can a great general have? It is worse to be poor than to stand still. The two words "Mandarin Ducks in Mochou Lake" are a story about a red boudoir, but is that true? How many heroic sons and daughters have caused misfortune and injustice.
There are golden lotuses in the front hall, jade trees in the back yard, and the wind and rain are killing them. How lucky is the Lu family that each song lasts forever! Now the willows on the lake are like smoke, the clouds on the lake are like dreams, and the waves on the lake are thicker than wine.
There are green strips of wisteria at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining clouds dance on the sleeves across the water. The peach leaves are small, don't worry about the small family, borrowing words from people.
What is the crime of being romantic? No honor, no shame, no blame. There are winding alleys in Changganli, at the diagonal corner of Spring City, in the shade of green poplars.
The ocher white, green and yellow walls are built with stone, and the door reflects the blue stream. The drizzle plays the flute, the setting sun plays the flute, and a path passes through the peaches and plums.
The wind blows the flowers and they fall, and the wind blows again. There are also cars driving everywhere, every family is busy, and the scenery in Jiangjie is beautiful.
In April, the city is full of red cherries and snow-flaked anchovy knives. The Huai River is clear in autumn, Zhongshan Mountain is purple in the evening, and old horses are plowing the idle land.
One hill and one valley, I will live here forever. Autumn in Taicheng is full of wind and rain and desolation.
The road down the mountain when the rooster crows at sunset reveals the old remains of Taicheng. The old vines hide snakes, the flowers are cheap and the blood is low, and the bad battlements are full of smoke and green.
Someone is herding horses, and a ripple of wind is blowing from the top of the city. In the beginning, he faced sacrifices, ate only vegetables and fruits, and abided by the ascetic rules.
Why do rats dig up when they are hungry, or do birds crawl into their nests to suck their eggs? Said He He again, he passed away in lotus position, so why gain and lose? Sad words, the hero burst into tears. The rouge well turns around, where does the old dream of prosperity go? Only the green mountains surround my homeland, and the vegetable gardens with yellow leaves in the west wind.
Picking up rubber and Yao steps, fishing in the palace marsh, and people returning at dusk. The copper vase is hundreds of feet long, and the sound of mourning is as vivid as a complaint.
Across the river and within easy reach of the lost building, the cultural center is Han Qinhu. Yanzhi came out from the bottom of the well with his arms joined, and asked you where is Xiao Niang? In the clear night, she sang poems about flowers in the backyard, and sang all over the river.
Is the true nature of the Ci field true to the imperial family? The dusk clouds in Gaozuo Temple are gone, and the broken tower is faintly visible, and the bell is lying in the ruins of the courtyard. There are thousands of green mountains outside the courtyard, and clear and shallow springs flowing under the steps.
Crows are noisy in the pine corridor, rats are turning over the scripture boxes, and the monk is far away from the solitary cloud. The snake escapes from the empty beam, and the swallow returns to its old nest without returning.
The rise and fall of the six generations, the birth of public treasures, never concern grudges. With the bodhicitta sword and halberd planted in his hand, he fell into the Sakyamuni wheel first.
The history of Qing Dynasty ridicules and spreads jokes, but it is in vain to act as a fence-sitter. The sands of eternity are immeasurable, and the calamity of the human world is short.
The kingly spirit in the southeast of Xiaoling Mausoleum swept away the old customs and purified the country. The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pines, and dragons come to stay every night.
Weng Zhong's clothes and hat, the lion's head and horns, and the moss marks are green. The setting sun is breaking, and a few people are reading while tying their horses.
It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night. I don’t remember that on the founding day of the People’s Republic of China, the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty was in tears.
The world of eggshells, the world of pills and mud, rolls like wind and candles. On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of boiling spring.
Through the ages, a dragon meets its source and never dies, and its seven orifices are as strong as its heart.
Bamboo staff and hemp clothes, red robes and white blades, sincerity means hardship. The confidence came out, but I didn't understand why.
It is also known that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Shi, Yue Jiang Wei Shen Fu. He since peace and I broke up, the problem is not the same.
All ten clans were killed, their skins were cut into thousands of pieces, and their souls were majestic and powerful. World.
5. Poems related to Jiangsu
On the top of the Canglang Pavilion in Suzhou, there is a square stone pavilion with upturned eaves and corners, and the name "Canglang Pavilion" on the forehead.
A couplet is engraved on the stone pillar: The breeze and the bright moon are priceless, and there is love for people near water and far mountains. This couplet did not exist when the pavilion was built, but was a poem composed by Ouyang Xiu and Su Shunqin that Liang Zhangju, the governor of Jiangsu Province, collected during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty.
The first couplet is from the poem "Canglang Pavilion" by Ouyang Xiu, and the second couplet is from the poem "Passing Suzhou" by Su Shunqin. Mr. Liang felt unsatisfied after writing many times, so although he collected the sentences into couplets, he did not write them on the pavilion.
It was not until the late Qing Dynasty that the famous scholar and calligrapher Yu Yue wrote it and engraved it on the pillar. Some tourists lamented that as a governor, Mr. Liang was a provincial-level feudal official. With a stroke of his pen, his name might be remembered forever. However, he was so "humble", which was really rare in the "official-based" feudal society.
6. Poems about Jiangsu
Zhang Ji
Night mooring on the maple bridge
The moon is setting, the crows are crows and the sky is full of frost, and the river is full of maple fishing fires To worry about sleep.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
The fragrance of cinnamon branches? Nostalgia for the past in Jinling
It is the late autumn of my motherland and the weather is beginning to calm down when I come to see you off. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the west wind at our back and the wine flag standing slantingly. The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture①.
Thinking about the past, competing for prosperity. Sighing at the top of the building outside the door, sorrow and hatred continue. For thousands of years, I have been lamenting the honor and disgrace over this. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass turns green. To this day, Shang Nu still sings the remaining song "Back Court".
Note: ① "It is difficult to draw a picture when the egrets are flying across the Milky Way." When the egrets are flying over the Yangtze River, no matter how beautiful the picture is, it is impossible to draw one.
②"The building outside the gate", usage: The Sui army has arrived at the city, and the empress Chen Shubao and his beloved concubine Zhang Lihua are still enjoying themselves in Jieqi Tower, singing "The Flowers in the Backyard of the Yushu".
Jinling Nostalgia
Xu Hun
The song of Yushu failed and the king died, and the soldiers in Jingyang joined forces and the garrison building was empty.
There are thousands of official tombs far and near, and six generations of palaces with grains and millet.
The stone swallow blows in the clouds and turns to rain and clear clouds, and the finless porpoise blows in the waves and returns to the wind at night.
Once the hero is gone, all the luxury is gone, only the green mountains are like Luozhong.
Jinling Nostalgia
Liu Yuxi
The tide is full of Yecheng Zhu, and the sun is setting at the imperial pavilion.
The new grass in Caizhou is green, but the old smoke of the shogunate is green.
The ups and downs are determined by personnel, the mountains, rivers and empty terrain.
The song "Flowers in the Back Garden" is full of resentment and unbearable listening.
Full of river red? Nostalgia for Jinling
Sadhu thorn
Six generations of luxury, spring has passed, and there is no news. Looking at the sky with despair, the mountains and rivers are so beautiful that they are no longer what they used to be. The two swallows in front of Wang Xietang have known each other at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Listening to the deep night, loneliness hits the lonely city, and the spring tide is urgent.
Thinking about the past, weaving with sorrow, thinking about the homeland, empty traces. But the smoke is desolate and the grass is decaying, and the crows are scattered and the sun is setting. The jade trees are singing, the autumn dew is cold, and the rouge wells are cold and weeping. Until now, there are only Jiang Shanqing and Qin Huaibi.
[Note]
(1) Past: the past.
(2) Hanyu: chilling cicada.螞, the sound is jiàng.
Jinling Nostalgia
Sikong Shu
The chariot road is covered with dark maples and the wild grass in the palace is spring.
Sad Yu Kaifu, always serving as a minister of the Northern court.
Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling
Li Bai
The Phoenix travels on the Phoenix Terrace, and the Phoenix flows away from the Kongjiang River.
The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills.
Beyond the blue sky half-fallen by the three mountains, Bailuzhou is divided into a body of water.
The clouds can always cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad
Qinhuai Miscellaneous Poems
Wang Shizhen
The fine characters of the new song are written in Bingwan , King Xiaobu looked at it with a smile.
Qin Zhun has been sobbing for thousands of years, so he should not still hate the official Kongdu.
Title: Jinling Ferry
Zhang Hu
Jinling Ferry is a small mountain tower, where travelers can worry about staying overnight.
In the slanting moon on the river at night when the tide is falling, two stars and three stars are shining in Guazhou.
Stone City
Liu Yuxi
The homeland is surrounded by mountains, and the empty city is lonely in the tide.
The old moon on the east side of Huaishui River, I still come across the female wall late at night.
The fragrance of cinnamon branches? Nostalgia for the past in Jinling
Wang Anshi
When I came to see him off, it was the late autumn of my motherland and the weather was beginning to be calm. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the wine flag leaning against the west wind. The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past, competing for luxury, sighing at the building outside the door, filled with sorrow and hatred. For thousands of years, I have lamented the honor and disgrace of this. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass turns green. To this day, Shang women still sing this song all the time, leaving behind songs in the backyard.
Nostalgia for the past in Jinling on a moonlit night
Li Bai
The moon in Jinling is green, and the imperial state hangs in the sky.
The astronomical constellations are here, and the hegemony flows like a river.
The green water cuts across the road, and the green pines destroy the ancient hills.
There is a bird's eye view on the platform, but there is no Phoenix Tower in the palace.
The other halls are sad for the summer heat, and the garden is full of fun.
As soon as I heard the song, the jade trees made the back yard desolate in autumn.
Qilu? The People's Liberation Army occupied Nanjing (April 1949)
Mao Zedong
Zhongshan turned yellow due to the storm, and millions of troops crossed the river.
The tiger sitting on the dragon's plate is better than the past, and the world is turned upside down. It is generous and generous.
It is better to use the remaining brave men to chase the poor bandits, and not to pretend to be the academic overlord.
If there is love in the sky, the sky will also grow old, and the right path in the world will be vicissitudes of life
Crow Yi Lane
Liu Yuxi
Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, Crow The sun sets at the entrance of Yixiang.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
7. Give a few poems describing Jiangsu
When Wang Jun's boat sailed down to Yizhou,
The king of Jinling lost his spirit sadly.
Qianxun Iron Chain sank to the bottom of the river,
A piece of lowering flag emerged from the stone.
How many times in this life have we regretted the past,
Yamagata is still covered by the cold current.
From now on, we are home all over the world,
Therefore, the fortress is rustling and the reeds are rustling in autumn.
——"Nostalgia for the Ancients in Xisai Mountain"
Farewell to Baixia Pavilion in Jinling. There are three poplar trees in the post pavilion, right at Baixiamen. Wu Yan is dark and long, and the Han River bites the ancient roots. I always come to the place where I say farewell, but I look back and say something with a smile. If I see him after we say goodbye, I will climb over him.
Farewell to Meng Haoran at the Yellow Crane Tower in Guangling. The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
The distant shadow of the solitary sail (Yi Zuo Ying) shows that the green mountains are gone, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
8. What are the lines describing Jiangsu in ancient poems
Ancient poems praising Suzhou or Yangzhou:
Suzhou:
Maple Bridge Night Mooring
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The moon is setting, crows are crying and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng and the fisherman are sleeping in sorrow.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Visit Gusu Yuzhi Temple again
Xuhun of the Tang Dynasty
Gao Wu leaves under a leaf in early autumn, passing through the old corridor of the old sojourn.
After the moon passes, I drink wine tonight through the blue window, while the rain dims the red walls last year.
The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are tall and windy, and they are sparse.
Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch.
Crossing the Wujiang River
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
The nights are longer when there are fewer people in Huiguan, and the trees in the distance of Gusu City are green.
The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the tall buildings are far apart, and the rivers and rivers are returning to Guangdian in autumn.
As the moon turns, the magpie shadows move across the blue sky, and the red grass on the low dew is wet with fluorescent light.
Poet lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall in drunken music and singing.
On behalf of the prostitutes, I presented them to Judge Zhou
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The prostitutes’ banquet will leave Gusu tonight, and the guests will go to Jinghu Lake in the morning.
Don't go out in a boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu.
Can the Orchid Pavilion return to the moon after the moon breaks, but the autumn coolness in the Baby Pavilion is gone?
I would like to be my wife, and I will stop dyeing my mustache white when I return.
Nostalgia for Wu and Yue
Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty
Wu and Yue have been complaining for thousands of years, and the two palaces are playing woodcutter songs.
When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water from the waves.
The old city is filled with doubts and despair, and the moon shines on the barren trees, thinking of moths.
Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying in the river are cold and there are many green grass.
Sending people off to travel to Wu
Du Xunhe of Tang Dynasty
When I see you in Gusu, everyone is sleeping by the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo.
I know the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
When I go back I will think of it
Jiangnan is so good,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can’t forget Jiangnan.
Yangzhou:
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away,
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night,
Where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? Du Mu
Wei Yang Nostalgia
Guangling City was prosperous in the past, and Emperor Yang visited Zixia in his palace.
Yushu's song is still there, and Jinfan has no home when he returns.
Fragrant grass is everywhere on the terrace, and flowers fall off every year due to wind and rain.
The most sentimental Biandi willow is still carrying crows when spring comes.
In fact, the Eight Eccentrics are mainly good at painting, and their paintings outweigh their poems.
Collection of Zheng Banqiao's Ci
Stone City
Thousands of feet of hanging rock were cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes. Thousands of miles of golden city can never be returned, thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Jun Tower
The boat, with its jinghui pointing straight at it, never stopped when the wind was strong. There are torches on the bow of the ship, easily burning the iron ropes.
Now as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering. It was called to stop the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains
are desolate in color, the river currents are strong and rapid, and the tide hits the empty city at its feet. Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers.
Zhou Yu's House
Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong. Eight hundred thousand troops flew with a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building's mountain clouds
collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood. In March in Xianyang, the fire was so bright that it was so bright.
I miss him with his majestic bamboos and mourning silk, looking back at the music, talking and resting in the barracks.
Gongjinbo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. Wu
The relationship between Wu and Shu is sparse, the war is booming, and the old charm has become a treacherous one. Qinhuai still gnaws at his regrets every night.
Taoye Ferry
The bridge is low with red boards, facing the long Qinhuai River, with floating green poplars. Guan leads the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, and takes the dew to say goodbye sadly. Smoked pear flowers
The rain is sweet and the food is cold, and the fragrant grass reminds the season. The boats are painted with flutes and drums, and the sound of singing fills the air.
After all, peach leaves and peach roots are so rare in ancient and modern times, and the color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir. Fake
If the Yiguang is exposed, the rhododendron will grow old forever, who knows the Qingcheng Zhe? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji.
Laolao Pavilion
By the side of Laolao Pavilion, the west wind blew and forced it to wither. Like a thread, infinite hate, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river,
Don’t cry before me, there are many friends in my eyes. Infinite words are not enough, Xianyang's pulse is miserable and thin.
Spend half your life trying to gain fame and fortune, spend your free time calculating carefully, and often lose nine out of ten things. Even if she dances with Hu Sunzhuang and performs all the drama, she is always coaxed by his family.
Horses mount banners and beg in the streets, all in vain. How happy is it to be an accomplished general? It is worse to be poor than to stand still.
9. Ancient poems praising Jiangsu, thank you
1. "Crossing the Rainbow" - Jiang Kui of the Song Dynasty
His own new poems have the most delicate rhyme and are small. Hong sang and I played the flute.
At the end of the song, we passed Songling Road and looked back at the Yanbo Fourteenth Bridge.
Translation: The phonology of the new tune I created is so harmonious and beautiful; Xiaohong sang softly, and I accompanied her and played the dongxiao. After singing the song, the boat has sailed past Wujiang County, looking back at the waterway it passed, the light smoke and green waves, and the beautiful stone bridges.
2. "Remembering Yangzhou" - Xu Ning of the Tang Dynasty
Mrs. Xiao's face was so thin that it was difficult to shed tears, and her peach-leaf brows easily felt sad.
The world is divided into three parts on a bright moonlit night and two parts in Yangzhou.
Translation: The girls in Yangzhou are carefree and welcoming with smiling faces. How can they hide the tears on their pretty faces? The slightest sadness on their lovely brows can easily be noticed. The brilliance of the bright moon in the world must be three points, and lovely Yangzhou, you actually take up two points.
3. "Yangzhou Slow, the Famous Capital of Huaizuo" - Jiang Kui of the Song Dynasty
The famous capital of Huaizuo is a good place in the west of Zhuxi, where Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey.
Translation: Yangzhou has been a famous city on Huainan East Road since ancient times. Here is the famous tourist attraction Zhuxi Pavilion. When I first arrived in Yangzhou, I got off my saddle and dismounted for a stop.
4. "Taicheng" - Wei Zhuang in the Tang Dynasty
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the Six Dynasties are like dreaming birds singing in the sky.
The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.
Translation: The surface of the river is misty and misty, and the grass beside the river is green. The six dynasties declined one after another, just like a dream in the south. The mournful cries of river birds sound sad to the ears. Only the willow trees in Taicheng are the most ruthless, and they still light up the ten-mile long embankment.
5. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" - Tang Dynasty
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
Translation: I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain. Bamboo groves cover the paths leading to the depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful. The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind. At this moment, everything was silent except for the sound of bells and chimes.
6. "Sending People to Wu" - Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty
When I see you in Gusu, everyone is lying on the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many waterports and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo. I know that the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
Translation: When you go to Suzhou, you will see that the houses there are built near the river. The houses in Gusu City are connected and there is no open space. Even the river branches are full of small bridges. The night market is filled with the sound of lotus root being sold, and the boats in the river are loaded with exquisite silk fabrics. Thinking of you in the distance, hearing the fishermen's songs on the river during the moonlit night will definitely touch your homesickness.