Poetry of the city

Guilin

---Author/Li Shangyin---

The city is narrow and the mountains are pressing down, while the river is wide and the land is floating.

The southeast leads to Jueyu, and there are tall buildings in the northwest.

God protects the green maple bank, and the dragon moves against the white stone.

How can I pray in such a remote village? The flute and drum never stop.

Luoyang

Listening to the flute in Luo City on a spring night

---Author/Li Bai---

Whose jade flute flies secretly The sound spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.

Nanning

Climbing Yongzhou City

---Author/Tao Bi---

In the middle of the night, there is chaos in the lonely city A bottle was opened amid the sound of insects.

The worried sun circles the south clouds, and the heart of love returns with the Big Dipper.

Xi'an

The ancient meaning of Chang'an (excerpt)

---Author/Lu Zhaolin---

Chang'an Avenue is narrow and sloping. Green ox, white horse, seven-scented chariot.

Jade chariots passed across the main hall, and golden whips came to the Hou family.

The dragon holds a treasure in its head to carry the morning sun, and the phoenix spits out tassels to carry the sunset.

A hundred-foot-long gossamers compete around the tree, and a group of petite-tailed girls crow flowers.

Hefei

Luzhou (Part 1)

---Author/Zhang Wentao---

The water city under the city , the restaurant’s red hot spot is Jiang Ming.

I love Luzhou well even though I hold the cup in my hand. I give the cold fragrance to guests with orange fingers.

Nanjing

Stone City

---Author/Liu Yuxi---

The motherland is surrounded by mountains, and the city is lonely in the empty city. Back.

On the east side of the Huai River, the old moon came over the female wall late at night.

Cangzhou

Revealing one’s true feelings

---Author/Lu You---

Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to find a candidate and guarded the beams on horseback. state.

Where the Guanhe dream ends, the old mink fur is dark in dust.

Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty.

Who would have expected that in this life, my heart would be in Tianshan and my body would be in Cangzhou.

Jingzhou

Giving people back to Jingzhou

---Author/Huangfu Zeng---

The color of the grass follows the horses, and the leisurely pace Out of Qin.

The water carries clouds and dreams, and the mountains meet Dongting spring.

The shadow of the sail reaches the Three Gorges, and the sound of the apes reaches all around.

Once Qingmen is separated, it is difficult to see people from Duling.