Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Twelve songs to relieve boredom Du Fu and Shang Hu left Yangzhou and recalled the old post building in Xiling.
In order to ask the price of Huainan rice, the old man had a whim and wanted to travel to the East. The moon in Guangling is opposite to the moon, but Chen Yu and first frost have not gone upstairs, and Yangzhou is full of songs in the middle of the month.
Watching drunken dancing advocates building, I don't feel autumn in Suijialing. Guangling Poetry Quan Deyu Guangling is a real beauty, and this is Beijing in the Sui Dynasty.
Eight directions are called convergence, and five arrive like a plane. The big tower reflects the empty color, and the flute is sent to the camp.
There are heavy clouds on the platform, and the jade is clear. Crossing the water hub, pressing the clouds.
The brothel is sunny, and the spring breeze is good in the green fields. When the jade shines on the ground, the price of moths is the whole city.
Smile at each other before the lamp, and meet each other on strangers. The swaying bamboo is thin and covered with bright red.
The blue musk deer is far from scattered, and the orchestral strings are idle. Qu Shi keeps pen and ink, and his talent is casual.
The vast unexpectedly, Ran Ran will be what camp. And "Happy today, not famous after death.
If you are willing to study Confucianism, you will miss your life. At night, watching the lights in the night market in Wang Jian, Yangzhou, there are many high-rise customers.
It's not an ordinary day, as you heard. Recalling Yangzhou Xu Niang's thin face is hard to cry, but peach leaf eyebrows are easy to learn.
The glory of the land is three points, lovely Yangzhou, and you actually accounted for two points. Yangzhou is late in the morning, and Jinling is at low tide in the autumn.
Hey, the rainbow crosses Chuze, and the pale crimson tree sees Yangzhou. The night bridge is lit with stars, and the water Qiang is close to the bullfight.
Today, the custom of the street has changed, so there is no need to ask about the lost building. Three Yangzhou Spring Poems by Yao He (1) are cold food with no fog and no smoke.
Warm days condense flowers and willows, and spring breeze scatters orchestral strings. Gardens are mostly houses, with fewer chariots and horses than boats.
Don't ask tourists to stay. Tourists are sleepy and can't sleep. (2) Guo Man is spring, and the streets are full of incense.
The bamboo wind is light, and the flower dew is tired. Birds in the valley are still singing happily, and Fu Shan is even crazier.
Poor visit to the land, Yang-ti's country fell. (3) In the smoke and light of Jiangbei, Huainan wins in many things.
The city holds a candle, and the neighbor overflows the boat. You can only grow bamboo if you have land, but you can't raise geese without home.
Spring is a battlefield, and songs are everywhere. Three Yangzhou Mutu Poems (1) Yang Di's Tang Lei land, and the old buildings were hidden.
Who sings the tune of water, the moon is full in Yangzhou. A good horse should be idle and a daughter should swim in the dark.
I was drunk and young. I took off my purple fur. (2) Fireflies are released in the autumn wind, and spring grass is cockfighting.
The gold thread is carved away and the ring is picked up. The Shu boat is red and heavy, and it is getting heavier and heavier.
There are flashy things everywhere, but Wang Huainai came back. (3) The streets are full of willows, and the clouds reflect the twin cities.
The sky is beautiful and the people's songs are clear. Long sleeves between slender waists, and Yu Pei's miscellaneous tassels.
Axis countries are sincere and strong, extravagant but not famous. Since it is a sin of debauchery, it is better to be an emperor.
I sent Du Mu to the Jianghu to carry wine, with a thin waist and a light palm. Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.
At that time, people in Weizhuang, Yangzhou didn't know how to fight, and brothels were everywhere. It is always spring in the flower hair cave, and there is wind in the bright moon clothes.
After Chu Huaiwang left, there were no chickens and dogs, and Emperor Yang came back for burial. Twenty-four bridges are empty, and Qingyang destroys Guanhe River.
Guangling Cold Food Night Li Zhong Guangling Cold Food Night is luxurious and full of ritual. The purple stranger returns, and the red chamber is on the moon.
It's still late spring. Go for an outing tomorrow and dump him.
Chen Xiumin in Yangzhou enjoys the beauty of flowers, and the bright moon building has light in the first month. In China, banquets are held irregularly, and officials send sheep every day.
The silver bed was exposed to the cold and invaded Song Fan, while Luo Jianfeng lightly attacked the dance skirt. Huainan has a heavy supply of goods, and everyone said yes.
Recalling the past in Weiyang, Guangling City was once prosperous, and Yangdi Palace met Xia Zi. Yushu's songs are still full of songs, and Jin Fan is homeless.
The balcony is full of grass, and the wind and rain complain about falling flowers every year. The most affectionate willow is the willow, which still brings the cock crow in spring.
Chen Zilong, Yangzhou and Huaihai are all famous places, separated from the Southern Dynasties. Castle Peak half reflects Guazhou trees, and grass obliquely meets Yangzi Bridge.
With the misty clouds on the balcony of the garden, the flowers and moons in the Wu Palace send spring tides. The Bianhe River is full of newly planted willows, and the east wind still hates it.
Where can I ask Tang Lei about the ancient red tomb in Guangling? I still remember the music of Eastward Journey. The twenty-four bridges are chaotic, and the feet of three thousand temples are long.
No fireflies fly to Suiyuan, and Du Yu is also called Shugang. Jiangdu is full of the same dream, and the night flowers are like snow.
Huang Shen (1), a poet of Weiyang Bamboo Branch, blew through the moon with his flute, and the murder song was even more popular. No one is cold in Shui Ge, and Yuanyang goes deep into the lotus wind.
(2) Life only loves Yangzhou, which is suffocating in Yangchun. I picked flowers from the garden and dressed casually. The water was green and reflected in a pink skirt.
(3) the courtyard will send a song until late spring, just like brocade grass. The original boat flies over to different places, and how much scenery belongs to the drinker.
(4) Draw eaves to warm spring, call pigeons, and harvest pears at dawn. Leaning against the mirror and facing the water, I plan to learn from Suzhou.
Yangzhou (the fourth choice) Zheng Xie (1) The original painting boat rides in the morning smoke, and the silk tube in the city makes money. A thousand adopted daughters teach songs first, and planting flowers in ten miles counts as farming.
After the Sui Dyke, the rain was not wet, and the wind blew tea to ascend the fairy. A poet's long injury makes wine warm and fragrant.
(2) The grass path beside Bridge No.24 is insufficient, so a small port will be opened to go deep into Tang Lei. The painting building is misty, the iron plate clanks and the trees are cold.
How did the words get to the satrap? Romance did not hinder Emperor Yangdi. What are the limits of today's consideration of ancient feelings? I'm willing to take advantage of the east wind to be crazy.
The mausoleum of the emperor is in the shade, entering the country and leaving the country, and the red chamber is growing day by day. Wang patiently leveled Kerwin Chen, only for a few acres of land in Tang Lei.
Tang Lei and Mengxing Cheng have been divided in the north for many years, and the Sui Dynasty and the Wen Dynasty were mixed together. Thrift and health are not like virtues.
In the early years, Chen Ping blamed his master, and famine and death lingered at night. Jiangdu is so happy and has a dream, and it is accidental to levy Liao.
Three thousand palace dolls are all made up, and the teeth are tied along the embankment. The banquet in the lost building is not over yet, and the grass in the sand is empty.
The Sui family got the wisdom of the country, and God didn't want to delay too long. The crazy soul swings out of confusion, and the British master is Tang Liyuan.
Spring breeze blows willow lines, and fireflies dance in autumn night. A jade box is missing, and the old garden is bloom.
Zhuyuwan Scenic Area, Qianjiaoyu Bay Head Rain Chu Qing, Guangling Beitiangeng. The boat left the harbor in white and damp, while the tall building opened the window with a jade wrist.
Fine grass is far away from the sky, and a Shui Yang is full of boats. The guests came to talk about the past, and the willows and cicadas sang suddenly on the shore.
Fortunately, Aisin Jiro of Tianning Temple. Ye Xuan is washing bamboo, and the wind cherishes the residual plum. Birds sing like trees, clouds move early and thunder.
When the morning bell meets the leopard's tail, the monk's house steps on incense. I feel purer and more rewarding, and the dust is smiling.
The last topic was ten miles of Qingxi music, which was deeply touched. Warmth urges plum to believe early, and water falls and grass marks invade.
As a custom, fish is an industry and bamboo shoots are the forest in the garden. Folk customs love simplicity and never tire of seeing them.
A letter to Han Chuo, the magistrate of Yangzhou, there is water in Qingshan, and the vegetation in Jiangnan is withered in autumn. The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? Twenty-four Bridges, Tanqianqiu Xieyang Road, are connected by wheels and hooves, and the bright moon is in Liuxi.
The footbridge on the bridge is launched, and the fallen flowers still complain about the mud. .
2. Who has a poem about Yangzhou? Don.
Author: Du Mu
Works: A letter to Han Chuo, the magistrate of Yangzhou.
Content:
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Mu
Works: mourning
Content:
Down and out, rivers and lakes carry restaurants, and Chu has a thin waist and a light palm.
Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Mu
Works: Yangzhou Zen Temple.
Content:
After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn.
Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind.
The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building.
Who knows that this quiet bamboo road leads to the bustling Yangzhou song.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Mu
Works: Two Farewells
Content:
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Jiang Kui
Works: Yangzhou Slow
Content:
Cherish the spring soldier applied for the day of the son of heaven and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, the city walls are depressed, the cold water is blue, the dusk is getting up, and the corner is sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. Yan Qian, an old man, thinks there is sadness in "millet separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey.
Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.
Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers.
Twilight, clear corners and cold winds are all empty cities.
Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy.
Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate.
The 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent.
After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
Li Bai of Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou.
An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
3. What are the poems praising Yangzhou, 1? Huai Zuo, Zhu Jiachu, Xie Anshao Zhucheng. Ten miles after the spring breeze. All the wheat is green. -From the Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui's Yangzhou Man Huai Zuo Du Ming.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Yangzhou has been a famous city on Huainan East Road since ancient times. There is a famous tourist attraction, Zhuxi Pavilion. When I first arrived in Yangzhou, I dismounted and stopped. At that time, the bustling streets stretched for ten miles in the spring breeze, but now buckwheat is green and lonely.
2, Xiao Niang's face is thin and it is difficult to overcome tears, and peach leaves are easy to be sad. The glory of the land is three points, lovely Yangzhou, and you actually accounted for two points. —— From the Tang Dynasty: Xu Ning's Yangzhou Memory
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Yangzhou girls are carefree and smile like flowers. How can they hide tears on their beautiful faces? A little sadness hanging on their lovely eyebrows is also easy to be noticed. There are three points in the brilliance of the bright moon on earth. Lovely Yangzhou, you actually scored two points.
The night market is full of lights, and there are many tea customers in high buildings. Today's wanderers are different from usual, and their singing skills are perfect. -From the Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian's Watching Yangzhou at Night
Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: The night market in Yangzhou City is bustling, with thousands of lights shining on Yun Lan. Women with heavy makeup can be seen everywhere inside and outside high buildings, and tourists who are having fun are in an endless stream. Nowadays, the world is in chaos, which is not like the peace and prosperity of the past, but I didn't expect to have a party and stay up all night.
4, Jiangcheng songs blow romantic, the rain crosses Pingshan, and the moon is full of the West Building. How many years, three drunken dreams, cool autumn in June. Press Jinse Jiaren to persuade wine, and press Liangzhou on the shutter. The guests went and stayed, the clouds and trees rustled and the rivers flowed. -From the Yuan Dynasty: Lu Zhi's "Yuequ Yangzhou Wang Youcheng Sitting on the Platform"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Xiao Sheng's flute and Yangzhou Jiangcheng's song are both warm and gentle. A light rain passed through the spacious Pingshan Hall, and the clear moonlight covered the West Building. At this age, it's like having a fascinating dream on the Sanshengshi.
Although it is June in summer, it is as cool as autumn. The beauty who plays the golden harp is trying to persuade the wine. A group of dancers rolled up the bamboo curtain and came out, stepping on the rhythm of Liangzhou dance music. I have left by boat, and my farewell is still staying tirelessly. I only see the shadows on both sides of the river and the Milky Way in the sky.
5. Ten-mile long streets extend in all directions, and immortals are seen on Yueming Bridge. Life only coincides with Yangzhou's death, and Zen wisdom Shan Ye takes a look at the graveyard. -From the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu's "Huainan Tour"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The market is more than ten miles long, extending in all directions, and the bridge stands on the moonlight to see the beautiful fairy. If you want to die in life, you should die in Yangzhou. The beauty of Zen Wisdom Mountain is the best graveyard.
4. The first group of poems and songs about Yangzhou is Li Bai, Meng Haoran's farewell speech on his way to Yangzhou, a song about Yangzhou, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Twelve songs to relieve boredom Du Fu and Shang Hu left Yangzhou and recalled the old post building in Xiling.
In order to ask the price of Huainan rice, the old man had a whim and wanted to travel to the East. The autumn moon in Guangling is what happens to the moon. Chen went upstairs in vain and sang all over Yangzhou in the middle of the month.
Watching drunken dancing advocates building, I don't feel autumn in Suijialing. Guangling Poetry Quan Deyu Guangling is a real beauty, and this is Beijing in the Sui Dynasty.
Eight directions are called convergence, and five arrive like a plane. The big tower reflects the empty color, and the flute is sent to the camp.
There are heavy clouds on the platform, and the jade is clear. Crossing the water hub, pressing the clouds.
The brothel is sunny, and the spring breeze is good in the green fields. When the jade shines on the ground, the price of moths is the whole city.
Smile at each other before the lamp, and meet each other on strangers. The swaying bamboo is thin and covered with bright red.
The blue musk deer is far from scattered, and the orchestral strings are idle. Qu Shi keeps pen and ink, and his talent is casual.
The vast unexpectedly, Ran Ran will be what camp. And "Happy today, not famous after death.
If you are willing to study Confucianism, you will miss your life. At night, watching the lights in the night market in Wang Jian, Yangzhou, there are many high-rise customers.
It's not an ordinary day, as you heard. Recalling Yangzhou Xu Niang's thin face is hard to cry, and peach leaves are easy to learn.
The glory of the land is three points, lovely Yangzhou, and you actually accounted for two points. Yangzhou is late in the morning, and Jinling is at low tide in the autumn.
Hey, the rainbow crosses Chuze, and the pale crimson tree sees Yangzhou. The night bridge is lit with stars, and the water Qiang is close to the bullfight.
Today, the custom of the street has changed, so there is no need to ask about the lost building. Three Yangzhou Spring Poems by Yao He (1) are cold food with no fog and no smoke.
Warm days condense flowers and willows, and spring breeze scatters orchestral strings. Gardens are mostly houses, with fewer chariots and horses than boats.
Don't ask tourists to stay. Tourists are sleepy and can't sleep. (2) Guo Man is spring, and the streets are full of incense.
The bamboo wind is light, and the flower dew is tired. Birds in the valley are still singing happily, and Fu Shan is even crazier.
Poor visit to the land, Yang-ti's country fell. (3) In the smoke and light of Jiangbei, Huainan wins in many things.
The city holds a candle, and the neighbor overflows the boat. You can only grow bamboo if you have land, but you can't raise geese without home.
Spring is a battlefield, and songs are everywhere. Three Yangzhou Mutu Poems (1) Yang Di's Tang Lei land, and the old buildings were hidden.
Who sings the tune of water, the moon is full in Yangzhou. A good horse should be idle and a daughter should swim in the dark.
I was drunk and young. I took off my purple fur. (2) Fireflies are released in the autumn wind, and spring grass is cockfighting.
The gold thread is carved away and the ring is picked up. The Shu boat is red and heavy, and it is getting heavier and heavier.
There are flashy things everywhere, but Wang Huainai came back. (3) The streets are full of willows, and the clouds reflect the twin cities.
The sky is beautiful and the people's songs are clear. Long sleeves between slender waists, and Yu Pei's miscellaneous tassels.
Axis countries are sincere and strong, extravagant but not famous. Since it is a sin of debauchery, it is better to be an emperor.
I sent Du Mu to the Jianghu to carry wine, with a thin waist and a light palm. Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.
At that time, people in Weizhuang, Yangzhou didn't know how to fight, and brothels were everywhere. It is always spring in the flower hair cave, and there is wind in the bright moon clothes.
After Chu Huaiwang left, there were no chickens and dogs, and Emperor Yang came back for burial. Twenty-four bridges are empty, and Qingyang destroys Guanhe River.
Guangling Cold Food Night Li Zhong Guangling Cold Food Night is luxurious and full of ritual. The purple stranger returns, and the red chamber is on the moon.
It's still late spring. Go for an outing tomorrow and dump him.
Chen Xiumin in Yangzhou enjoys the beauty of flowers, and the bright moon building has light in the first month. In China, banquets are held irregularly, and officials send sheep every day.
The silver bed was exposed to the cold and invaded Song Fan, while Luo Jianfeng lightly attacked the dance skirt. Huainan has a heavy supply of goods, and everyone said yes.
Recalling the past in Weiyang, Guangling City was once prosperous, and Yangdi Palace met Xia Zi. Yushu's songs are still full of songs, and Jin Fan is homeless.
The balcony is full of grass, and the wind and rain complain about falling flowers every year. The most affectionate willow is the willow, which still brings the cock crow in spring.
Chen Zilong, Yangzhou and Huaihai are all famous places, separated from the Southern Dynasties. Castle Peak half reflects Guazhou trees, and grass obliquely meets Yangzi Bridge.
With the misty clouds on the balcony of the garden, the flowers and moons in the Wu Palace send spring tides. The Bianhe River is full of newly planted willows, and the east wind still hates it.
Where can I ask Tang Lei about the ancient red tomb in Guangling? I still remember the music of Eastward Journey. The twenty-four bridges are chaotic, and the feet of three thousand temples are long.
No fireflies fly to Suiyuan, and Du Yu is also called Shugang. Jiangdu is full of the same dream, and the night flowers are like snow.
Huang Shen, Weiyang Zhuzhi poet (1), the sound of Xiao blows through the moon, and I envy killing songs more than red. No one is cold in Shui Ge, and Yuanyang goes deep into the lotus wind.
(2) Life only loves Yangzhou, which is suffocating in Yangchun. I picked flowers from the garden and dressed casually. The water was green and reflected in a pink skirt.
(3) the courtyard will send a song until late spring, just like brocade grass. The original boat flies over to different places, and how much scenery belongs to the drinker.
(4) Draw eaves to warm spring, call pigeons, and harvest pears at dawn. Leaning against the mirror and facing the water, I plan to learn from Suzhou.
Yangzhou (the fourth choice) Zheng Xie (1) The original painting boat rides in the morning smoke, and the silk tube in the city makes money. A thousand adopted daughters teach songs first, and planting flowers in ten miles counts as farming.
After the Sui Dyke, the rain was not wet, and the wind blew tea to ascend the fairy. A poet's long injury makes wine warm and fragrant.
(2) The grass path beside Bridge No.24 is insufficient, so a small port will be opened to go deep into Tang Lei. The painting building is misty, the iron plate clanks and the trees are cold.
How did the words get to the satrap? Romance did not hinder Emperor Yangdi. What are the limits of today's consideration of ancient feelings? I'm willing to take advantage of the east wind to be crazy.
The second group is Luo Yin of the mausoleum, which still exists today. Entering the bridge and leaving the Guo boat, the Red Chamber is flourishing. Wang patiently leveled Kerwin Chen, only for a few acres of land in Tang Lei.
Tang Lei and Mengxing Cheng have been divided in the north for many years, and the Sui Dynasty and the Wen Dynasty were mixed together. Thrift and health are not like virtues.
In the early years, Chen Ping blamed his master, and famine and death lingered at night. Jiangdu is so happy and has a dream, and it is accidental to levy Liao.
Three thousand palace dolls are all made up, and the teeth are tied along the embankment. The banquet in the lost building is not over yet, and the grass in the sand is empty.
The Sui family got the wisdom of the country, and God didn't want to delay too long. The crazy soul swings out of confusion, and the British master is Tang Liyuan.
Spring breeze blows willow lines, and fireflies dance in autumn night. A jade box is missing, and the old garden is bloom.
Zhuyuwan Scenic Area, Qianjiaoyu Bay Head Rain Chu Qing, Guangling Beitiangeng. The boat left the harbor in white and damp, while the tall building opened the window with a jade wrist.
Fine grass is far away from the sky, and a Shui Yang is full of boats. The guests came to talk about the past, and the willows and cicadas sang suddenly on the shore.
Fortunately, Aisin Jiro of Tianning Temple. Ye Xuan is washing bamboo, and the wind cherishes the residual plum. Birds sing like trees, clouds move early and thunder.
When the morning bell meets the leopard's tail, the monk's house steps on incense. I feel purer and more rewarding, and the dust is smiling.
The last topic was ten miles of Qingxi music, which was deeply touched. Warmth urges plum to believe early, and water falls and grass marks invade.
As a custom, fish is an industry and bamboo shoots are the forest in the garden. Folk customs love simplicity and never tire of seeing them.
A letter to Han Chuo, the magistrate of Yangzhou, there is water in Qingshan, and the vegetation in Jiangnan is withered in autumn. The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? Twenty-four Bridges, Tanqianqiu Xieyang Road, are connected by wheels and hooves, and the bright moon is in Liuxi.
The footbridge on the bridge is launched, and the fallen flowers still complain about the mud. Meeting Liu Yuan's father, Pingshan Hall and Ouyang Xiu Mansion have been prosperous for a long time.