There is water in the castle peak, and the grass 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?
-Tang Mutu, "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"
Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains;
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" in the Northern Song Dynasty
Ten miles of long streets extend in all directions, and the moon bridge sees immortals.
Life only coincides with Yangzhou's death, and Zen wisdom Shan Ye takes a look at the graveyard.
-Hu's "Traveling in Huainan"
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.
-Tang Du Mu's "Topic Yangzhou Temple"
The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the 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.
-Don Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the Way to Yangzhou
Paddy fields are as dark as oil, and new seedlings are planted everywhere in autumn.
Looking green, Qingyang looks back at Yangzhou.
-Huang Qing Wenyang's "Seeing New Seedlings when Landing"
The weeping willows continue to pick up weeds, and the wild goose tooth red bridge draws pictures;
It is also a pot selling gold, so it should be called Slender West Lake.
-Wang Qing Ling's "Autumn Poems in Hongqiao"
The red bridge flies, and the word column is withered and nine songs are red.
In the afternoon, the boat under the bridge was painted, and Yixiang's figure was in a hurry.
-Wang Qingshizhen's "Ye Chun quatrains"
Life only loves to live in 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.
-Shen "Weiyang Ci"
The original boat rides in the morning smoke, and the city is full of silk pipes.
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.
-Zheng Qing Banqiao's Yangzhou.
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.
-Don Mutu's two farewells
Little Niang's face is hard to cry, and peach leaves are easy to worry about;
The glory of the land is three points, lovely Yangzhou, and you actually accounted for two points.
-Tang Xu Ning, "Recalling Yangzhou"
Guangling Cold Food Festival, 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.
-Tang Yao He's Yangzhou Spring Poetry
The night market is full of lights, and there are many people drinking tea in high buildings.
It's not an ordinary day, as you heard.
-Don Wang Jian's Watching Yangzhou at Night
Crossing the river in the evening, the tide flows over the autumn leaves in Jinling.
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.
-Don Li Shen's Stay in Yangzhou
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
-Tang Zhang Xuruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"