Text/Chen Xu
The waves were crisp with cold, and the scenery on both sides of the strait gradually entered the picture.
The willow eyebrows hide the warbler language, and the peach blossom array rejects the butterfly soul.
You can plow the Chikage in the morning and divide the moon into half arcs at night.
I like Wuling's true colors best. It is clean and beautiful all the way.
Yitonghe spring
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Perhaps the long winter is uneven and the spring breeze is always shocking.
The snow in the cage is exhausted, and the yellow dust in the barrier is horizontal.
Surging interest, poetry sprouting green willows.
Steamed and steamed, singing all over Kawahara.
Wing Chun merged with Nong 'an Poetry Friends.
Text/Wu
Yi Shui Pentium has a broad vision, and it is virtue to benefit from agricultural security.
Tian Chou sees butterfly clouds entwined with trees, and the town smells oriole leaning against the fence every day.
Ma Xiao Liaojin sells wars, and people change clothes in a few years.
I'll be happy upstairs if I know you.
The Yitong River is warm in spring.
Text/Yu Dafu
Shuang Yuan is flooded with ice springs, and streams and glaciers flow through five cities.
Butterflies are scattered in Di Qing, and the east wind is warm and dark.
In Yanling, the fairy boat swings, and the fish dream twists and turns.
The villagers on the embankment are looking for shepherd's purse, and the folk songs are drunk with homesickness.
The feeling of spring in Yitong River
Text/ginger
In April, the willow blossoms are bright, and the Yitong River is broad.
The wind and perfume are clear, and the whitebait is warm and the sky is high.
Poetry painting Yuntai Hongdehui, Julian Liaota to ensure agricultural safety.
Huanglong has a strong combination of songs and rhymes, and the flowers are delicious.
Note: Yuntai refers to Wang Yuntai, a famous poet and painter from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China in Tiantai Town, dehui city. The forerunner of dehui's poetry career.
Chun Qing.
Text/Meng
Xinjiang is adjacent to a river, and the two waters depend on each other. In March, Kanto faded.
Every time you admire the ancient Huanglong Road, you will be more eager to expand your new life.
Butterflies break their cocoons and rush to spring, while swallows carry dreams.
Love should be young, and the heart should be elegant and smooth.
Ancient Road: The Yitong River in the old days was called the Millennium Ancient Road of Water Transportation.
Zhao Hong: Snow Mud Zhao Hong, a collection of poems by Wang Yuntai, a Dehui poet.
Spring in Yitong River-two poems on the same topic as Nong 'an poets.
Text/Wang
( 1)
Heaven sends Deqing to flow, and the years of soup always stay.
Huanglong Ancient Pagoda is the history of Liao and Jin Dynasties, and Yasha is the pioneer of China.
Thousands of hectares of fertile land bury the old hillock, and the old place is rejuvenated.
The east wind is green along the banks of the Yi River, and the two banks are singing.
(2)
The vast Tianhe River drops nine covers, and the depths of Kanto moisten Penglai.
The history of the five cities has been flowing for thousands of years, and the spring scenery on both sides of the strait is open.
Colorful mountains and rivers lead to colorful embroidery, such as the life of poetry cutting.
Gather friends in Xiting, stop, and get on the fishing platform while the buds are still fresh.
Chunyong Yitong R.
Text/Wang Chao
The spring breeze wakes up like tea and even turns to the culvert.
Meet the rain on the bridge as early as possible, and watch the sunny haze on the Liao Tower at night.
Fresh leaves know shame, and sober flowers want to talk about it.
I like the long forest into a green array, and the clear stream into a blue river.
Spring in Yitong River
Text/Pan Yuhong
At that time, the snow near the hedge was warm, reflecting the green dykes of rivers and mountains.
I am drunk at the beginning of the peach blossom, but I am fascinated by the day.
It is near SongShui Xin in the north and Yitongying Dream in the west.
If you want to call the shots, watch Chun Yan peck at the new mud.
1898 sent a poem "Friends of Nong 'an are like the Moon" in one hundred days.
Text/Wang Chengsen
When Kaifu was a farmer, there was a pass on both sides of the rooster.
Whose shame is Bian Yi Jingkang? Dream of Huanglong Wu Mukong.
Articles about China's entry into WTO are well-known in China, and the poems in the mountains are crowned as Kanto.
When it comes to Yaji lace wine, I occasionally admire Lin.
"Get the title of Yitong Spring and give it to a friend of Nong 'an"
Text/Wang Chengsen
Fishing and firewood are separated by an Yitong, and I recall the * * * De Nong of that year.
Shuai Lin drinks horses in the dead of winter, Betty Wong Huanglong can't drink horses, Chamonix.
People know how warm the ducks are, and the birds are blooming.
Poets on both sides of the strait can't help it, but they still sing great river east when they board the ship.
Note: * * * Denong sentence refers to 1946 65438+ 16 10, when the Central Liaoning Provincial Committee decided to establish Denong County. Now it governs parts of Dehui and Nong 'an. It was revoked in March of the same year.
Yitong and Chunsi have sent their poetry friends to Nong 'an.
Text/wild crane
One night, the east wind reaches the willow buds, and the setting sun rains and moves the Zheng.
Huanglong stayed in Liao Tower for a long time, and Yan Zi returned to her hometown.
The horse drinks ice and thinks of the horse, and the poem breaks the old life.
Peach blossom water enters Yitong water, and flowers bloom on both sides!
Yitonghe spring
Text/Wang Hongbo
Teenagers are studying in Nong 'an, and the past 30 years are lingering.
The wind sweeps away the yellow dragon and gold water, and the clouds give birth to the iron bell of the ancient pagoda.
At the bridge, the tea is wet, and the fish exult in the middle of the night.
Peach blossom and pear blossom new words, old words and old sentences, the spring is still in front of the river.
Crossing Yitong River in Early Spring
Text/Fountain under the Ice
Crossing the threshold of winter, I have visited Kanto several times.
The shore is wide and the ship is strong, and the building is as dense as willow.
Looking forward to the sun and the moon, you can distinguish Liao and Jin after teaching.
Mingbo 600, there is no way.
Two poems about Yitong River
Text/Snow Dream
At the northern foot of Hada Mountain, streams unify cold springs.
Deep streams are clear and shallow, and the peaks are far away.
The goose washed its feathers and floated on the water, while the sparrow fluttered its wings and landed in the mulberry field.
The beauty of the Yi River on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and the place where the rooster dawned, gave birth to the beautiful scenery of Denong.
One night, the east wind blew in Yangliuqing, and Yitong thawed and sang.
White geese chase the river, and Du Yu urges the ploughing.
Ten thousand mu of fertile land hides records, and thousands of years of flowing water will benefit people's livelihood.
Poets on both sides of the strait inherit the ancient rhyme, and the meaning of German farmers is always clear.
Thinking about Yitong River in Early Spring (two songs)
Text/ginger
One river and two circles meet in spring, and the kiln site is Beitai, Huanglong Town.
Talk about dreams in thick soil, and be affectionate and speechless.
It took a long time to know that the bonfire was cold and the city was deep.
The winter is far away, and the neighboring water depends on the future.
The west wind fades to the east wind and the willow turns yellow until the birds sing.
Red stems are green in March, and a few purple flowers are clear.
Smoke waves cross the shallow Peng news agency, grass wakes up the embankment, and the pillow is old.
Color * * * floats north and south, singing the sound of Langchun on both sides of the strait.
Yitong River sings.
Text/Sean Song
The foothills of Qingshan Mountain start from the source in the north and spread oases in the east.
Surging and fattening wild, rushing into the river.
All rivers run into the sea and everything flourishes.
There are many elegant poets in the prosperous times. They sing every spring.