The poems about Nanjing are as follows:
1. Lu Xiang, the author of Zhuli Pavilion, was born in the Tang Dynasty
The ice in the south of the Yangtze River is not closed, and the mountains and rivers are full of energy. In the twelfth lunar month, I heard mountain birds and saw stinging bears on the cold cliffs. The willow forest is half closed in spring, and the bamboo shoots are in a mess. Looking back at the Jinling shore, Yiyi faces the north wind.
2. The author of Huaizhongxiang, Wen Tianxiang, lived in the Song Dynasty
In his life, Wang Zuoxin was in a state of decline. Whoever reinstates the Qi prisoner will be freed from the Chu prisoner. Although Jinling is nostalgic for the past, it still has friends. Praising loyalty and extravagance
Temple, Master, I will arrive first.
3. The princes invited Lu Shichen to visit Ganlu Temple to bid farewell to the author Lu Shichen in the Ming dynasty
The weather was erratic and his robes were light, so he came twice to comfort the guests. The sparse chime rain urges the dawn in the mountains and temples, and the chaotic sails clear the sea in spring. The river returns to the iron urn and the three Wus are exhausted, and the tide passes through Jinling and is level with Qizeze. I wonder where I will leave tomorrow, the heartbroken smoke trees fill Wucheng.
4. The poet Wen Tingjun wrote the poem "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" during the Tang Dynasty
The clouds in the Yushu Song Garden are black, and the flower garden suddenly looks like the Qingwu Kingdom. The Qinhuai River is ruthless, and the spring scenery is flowing to Jinling. The second generation of the Yang family has Jiuzhong, but he does not control Huazhi because he dislikes Liulong. Hundreds of brocade sails are full of wind, and the sky is covered with golden hibiscus. The pearls and cuidian stars regain their brightness and disappear, and the dragon's head splits the waves and mourns the hair. Thousands of miles of clear water soul, thousands of broken branches and fragrant snow drifting through the nose.
The clouds are rising high in the west of the sea, and Po Li can hear the sky chicken on his pillow. The luan strings replace the wild geese's tunes like words, and the whole world is confused when one is drunk. Smoke and dust rise from all directions, still wrapped in the fragrance of dreams. There is a Xiaoying in the deserted palace of the empress, and it is only separated by the water of the Xijiang River.
5. Climbing Meigang to look at Jinling and giving it to the monk Zhongfu in the temple to his nephew, the author Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Zhongshan embraces Jinling, and it is domineering in the past. The sky opens and the emperor lives, and the color of the sea illuminates the palace. The peaks are like deer chasing each other, rushing towards each other. The river water comes in nine directions, and the clouds disappear in the distance. When the great fortune has passed, the dragon and tiger will rest. I come to the Qing Dynasty to visit the poor Chu and Yue. My sect is Ting Zen Bo, who is particularly beautiful in the bones of Luan and Phoenix. The stars are in the blue sky, and the only one who is bright is the moon. Living in meditation is in harmony with physiology, and the grass and trees are not cut down.
The smoke window attracts roses, and the old wild ferns on the stone wall. Wu Feng wears clogs and proudly wears socks with white feet. After spending a few nights on the mountain, Xiao Ran forgot to pay a visit. Talking about scriptures and performing golden verses, cranes descending and dancing on the sea snow. When I smell the fragrance from heaven, I am completely separated from the worldly affairs. A good trip is hard to come by, but the spring breeze cherishes the farewell. The poems left on the rock screen will last for thousands of years.