Tianjin Bridge didn't know anything, so I leaned against the post and watched the sunset.
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
If you pour water on the ground, it will flow in different directions, and the difference in life is not consistent.
Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected.
Hongqiao 24 is always in the clouds.
Bloom is a small fairy gate with a deep cave and a light feather section of suspension bridge.
The small bridge on the flat river bank is surrounded by thousands of people.
The tide strikes at night and it rains ten miles away.
A rising tide lifts all boats, and the willow bridge flies fish.
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
I once said goodbye to Beauty Bridge, but I wish I could never hear from you again.
In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves.
The sun disappears like a cloud, and the sound of sculls comes from green mountains and green waters.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
It rains in Nanpu on the short eaves, and the willow trees break the bridge.
Dongting East Jiangxi, the curtain is quiet and the sunset is late.
Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.
See Bixiao tonight on Tanabata, and cross the river bridge with the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.
The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in.
The sour wind on the bridge hits the eyes.
Dream into the blue bridge, and a few stars reflect the Pearl Lake.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! .
Andrew has five rainbows and regards the sky as a long bridge.
Langlang new rain washes the lake, and Xiaojing Bridge is nearby.
The houses in Suzhou city are connected together, and there is no open space; Even on the branch of the river, bridges are full of troubles.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
The spring water in Jinqiao flooded Xia Hong, and the wind blew on the shore.
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
Sitting in cool water, looking at the fried green tea powder, such as dust.
Qingxi River to Hongqiao.
Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist.
Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge.
After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
The garden is windy and smoky, and the bridge road is flat.
Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
The moon comes first near the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun.
There are thousands of trees in the south of the north bridge, and the green smoke and golden ears reflect the clear stream.
Liu Xia Red Gate Bridge.
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward.
Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?
It was a cold night when the river bridge was abandoned.
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
There are many restaurants near the bridge in the south of the city. Who wants to stay?
The white road runs through the clouds, and the wild tooth red bridge runs low.
Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.
The magpie bridge swings out, and the dragon car flies outside the clouds.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The wind sends plum blossoms across the bridge, fluttering.
At the end of the song, people dispersed, passing Songling Road and looking back at the 14 th Bridge of Yanbo.
Banqiao east fishing, cold snow.
Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again.
Next to Liu Shui Bridge in Xiqing Banner.
From time to time, official ships cross the bridge, and Bai Ou flies to Qiantan.
When the museum is destroyed, the bridge is thin.
The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
The water is gurgling and the bridge is broken.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
Moon bridges on both sides of the strait are half full of flowers.
Sing Wang Xianchun Yuefu together, and the moon outside the golden beam bridge is like frost.
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
Shake hands and make peace, the river bridge is like gold.
After the bridge, the stream no longer flows backwards, and the boat has to be propped up by a short pole.
Sad Nanpu, broken bridge and slanting moon.
The Dragon Palace rests on the canal levee, clings to the shore with the spring breeze, and is connected with the willow tip.
Yellow leaves of the Yellow River cover the bridge, and an ancient tree is seen in the deserted village.
Twenty-four Bridges, quite the style of Secretary Du.
Gao Qiao is connected with a faint path, winding through the sparse bamboo forest.
Cold water flows to the east of the bridge.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
? Petals falling from time to time drift with the tide, and the fragrance in the water floats far away.
A poem describing the flowing water of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River: Qin Louyue/Qin Yi 'e
Author: Li Tingrui
Fragrant fragrance. Yulong blows snow and wears flowers. Flowers are like snow.
The small bridge is full of running water.
The horizontal nib enters the original ink. Cui Yin Qing Zi Ying Ying Knot.
Yingying has light smoke and light rain, and in March, Jiangnan.
A poem describing the flowing water of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River: Liu Chun Ling
Author: Gao
The setting sun is low, the bridges are flowing, and the river is flat.
Liu Ying smokes, just like Jiang Nanan people.
Then the east wind blew the drunk noodles. Ask who cares.
Among the flowers, we sang and drank and asked when we would meet again.
A poem describing the flowing water of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River: like a dream.
Author: Su Shi
Plant peaches and plums in front of the hall. Infinite shade of Qing Zi.
A hundred tongues wake up in spring outside the curtain.
Amateurs, amateurs don't look at small bridges and flowing water.
A poem describing the flowing water of a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River: a picture of spring rain in the western hills.
Author: Bian Siyi
Savages build houses by the stream, and the stream Bai Yunsheng folds.
There are many chariots and horses in the city, listening to the woodcutter and fishing at dusk.
Spring clouds and dense forests are low, and pedestrians on bridges are happy.
Where are the peach blossoms in spring? The wind and rain are full of bamboo chickens.
Poems about bridges running in the south of the Yangtze River: Breaking up in a hotel in Nanjing Author: Li Bai (Tang), a gust of wind brought catkins and made the hotel fragrant. A girl named Wu poured wine and advised me to share it. Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving. Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! .