1. Poems about Qujiang Pool in Xi'an
Poems about Qujiang Pool in Xi'an 1. Poems about Qujiang
"Spring Outlook on Qujiang"
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Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Lu Lun
The calamus leaves and willow branches are intertwined, and the birds are unaware of the lotus boats in the dark. Further to the deepest part of Wuhua, the shadows of the Jade Tower and the Golden Palace are mixed.
Among the kites painted with emerald red makeup, the color of the frightening clouds is tinged with the breeze. The flute and flute are playing long and unfinished tunes, and the flowers are flowing south and the water is raining in the north.
The sound of springs fills the fields and flows into Fangzhou, and the foam blows on flowers and grass. At sunset, there is no way for pedestrians to go, and the tall buildings are full of nests of black and milk swallows.
"Qujiang Spring"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Qiao
Looking for spring and sending it off often go around the Qujiang River. A piece of water, a thousand-year chariot hub dust.
The coolness of the shore follows the trees, and the shadows of the waves follow the tourists. Naturally, tourists are getting older, and every year there is something new.
"Revisiting Qujiang"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Han Xie
To trace the past and set up Jiangting, fishermen should hear the sound of Taixi. Wild gulls avoid visitors as if they feel it, and damage flowers and light snow as if they are heartless.
The sparse forest is aware that the long embankment is there, and the spring water is connected to the ancient shore. The melancholy still attracts people into the night, the whip scabbard is cold in the wind and the willow smoke is light.
"Qujiang"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Fu
The site of Tang Dynasty is in the wild Jingzhen, and the palace of Qin is known. Often due to heavy autumn rains, there are slight springs from time to time.
The wild cattails grow by themselves in spring, and the ducks and ducks still love them in autumn. In a nutshell through the ages, the principles of matter must change.
2. Poems describing Qujiang
Two poems about Qujiang
Du Fu
A field of flying flowers reduces the spring, and the wind blows Point out the worries.
Looking at the eyes full of desire, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.
There is a nest of emeralds in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden.
If you think about physics carefully, you must have fun. Why use glory to tie this body up?
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the dynasty, and I return drunk from the river head every day.
Drinking debt is common, but rare in seventy years of life.
You can see the butterfly deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies fly in the water.
Qu Jiang
Li Shangyin
I can't see the green chariots passing by, but I can only hear the sad songs of ghosts in the middle of the night.
The golden carriage no longer returns to the beauty of the city, but the jade palace is still divided into lower gardens.
I remember hearing the cries of cranes in Huating Pavilion, and I am worried about the royal family weeping at the bronze camels.
Although my heart is broken due to the changes in the world, it is not as bad as the spring feeling.
3. Poems about Qujiang
"Spring Outlook on Qujiang" Year: Tang Author: Lulun Calamus and willow leaves intertwined branches, and the birds on the lotus boat are secretly unaware.
Going to the deepest part of Wuhua, the shadows of the Jade Tower and the Golden Palace are mixed. Among the kites painted with emerald red makeup, the color of the frightening clouds is tinged with the breeze.
The long flute music has not yet been played, and the flowers are flowing south and the water is raining north. The sound of springs fills the fields and flows into Fangzhou, and the foam blows on flowers and grass.
As the sun sets, there is no way for pedestrians to go, and the tall buildings are filled with nests of black and milk swallows. "Qujiang Spring" Era: Tang Author: Zhang Qiao In search of spring and to send it off, people often go around the Qujiang Riverside.
A piece of water, a thousand years of chariot hub dust. The coolness of the shore follows the trees, and the shadows of the waves follow the tourists.
Naturally, tourists are old, and every year there is something new. "Revisiting Qujiang" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Han Xie set up Jiangting in pursuit of the past, and fishermen should hear the sound of Taixi.
The wild gulls who avoid guests seem to have feelings, and the light snow that damages the flowers seems to be heartless. The sparse forest is aware that the long embankment is there, and the spring water is empty and connects to the ancient shore.
The melancholy still attracts people at night, the whip scabbard is wind-cold and the willow smoke is light. "Qujiang" Era: Song Author: Li Fu The Tang Dynasty site is located in Mang Jingzhen, and Anzhi Qin Palace is located there.
Often due to heavy autumn rain, there are small springs from time to time. The wild cattails grow by themselves in spring, and the ducks and ducks are still in love with them in autumn.
In a nutshell, the laws of physics will change over time.
4. Poems about the night scene of Qujiang
There are no poems about Qujiang that only describe the night scene, but there are several Tang poems that describe the night scene.
"Night Thoughts on Qujiang"
Han Xie
The sound of drums is about to fade away the moon, and the door of the leisure shop outside the garden is half-opened.
The red lotus in the pond condenses with white dew, and the green grass in the garden accompanies dusk.
The forest pond is quiet at night, and the fireworks are sparse, making it look like a village.
Most of the lonely scenery in the world is most related to poetry and soul separation.
"Qujiang"
Li Shangyin
Looking out at the green chariots passing by, I can only hear the sad songs of ghosts in the middle of the night.
The golden carriage no longer returns to the beauty of the city, but the jade palace is still divided into lower gardens.
I remember hearing the cries of cranes in Huating Pavilion, and I am worried about the royal family weeping at the bronze camels.
Although my heart is broken due to the changes in the world, it is not as bad as the spring feeling.
"Spring Outlook on Qujiang River"
Lu Lun
The calamus leaves are intertwined with the willow branches, and the birds on the lotus boat are secretly unaware.
Going to the deepest part of Wuhua, the shadows of the Jade Tower and the Golden Palace are mixed.
Among the kites painted with emerald red makeup, the color of the frightening clouds is tinged with the breeze.
The long flute music has not yet been played, and the flowers are flowing south and the water is raining north.
The sound of springs fills the fields and flows into Fangzhou, and the foam blows on flowers and grass.
As the sun sets, there is no way for pedestrians to go, and the tall buildings are filled with nests of black and milk swallows.
In addition, Du Fu has several poems about Qujiang, but none of them involve night scenes. The most famous ones are "Two Songs of Qujiang", "Qujiang Duiyu" and "Aijiangtou", which are transcribed below for reference.
"Two Songs of Qujiang"
Du Fu
Part 1
A flying flower reduces the spring, and the wind blows away thousands of sorrows People
Just look at the flowers in your eyes, don’t be tired of getting too much wine into your lips
The small hall on the river is nesting with emeralds, and the unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden
Fine If you think about physics, you must have fun, so why bother with glory?
Second
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the court, and I come home drunk every day at the head of the river.
Drinking debt is commonplace, but rare in seventy years of life.
The butterfly can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies can fly in the water
The scenery is constantly changing, and there is no conflict in admiring each other for the time being
"Qu "River to the Rain"
Du Fu
The spring clouds above the city cover the garden wall, and the river pavilion looks quiet and fragrant in the evening.
The forest flowers are wet with rouge from the rain, and the water lily grows green with the wind.
Longwu's new army was stationed in the chariot, and incense was burned in the Furong Palace.
When will this money meeting be held? I will be drunk next to the beauty.
"Aijiangtou"
Du Fu
Shaoling Ye Lao swallowed his voice and cried, sneaking into the Qujiang River in spring.
The palace at Jiangtou has thousands of doors locked, but for whom are the thin willows and new cattails green?
Recalling the past when neon banners went down to the South Garden, everything in the garden was full of color.
The first person in Zhaoyang Palace, he will accompany you in the chariot and serve you at your side.
In front of the chariot, there is a man with a bow and arrow, and a white horse chews a golden rein.
Turn over and shoot the clouds towards the sky, smiling as your wings fall.
Where are those bright eyes and white teeth now? The blood-stained wandering soul cannot return.
The Liujian Pavilion in the east of Qing Dynasty is deep, and there is no news about each other when we go to live.
Life is filled with love and tears, but rivers and flowers are the ultimate!
At dusk, Hu Qi was full of dust in the city, and he wanted to go to the south of the city and look to the north.
Li Shangyin also wrote a poem about Qujiang called "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"
When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
I know that my love will always be there, and I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
"Zhang, a member of the Tongshui Department, sent a message to twenty-two people on a spring outing in Qujiang"
Han Yu
The light clouds in the desert open at night, and the blue sky reflects the white sun on the tower. .
The Qujiang River is full of flowers and thousands of trees, but I don’t want to come when I am busy.
5. What are the poems that describe the "Night Scenery of Qujiang"?
What are the poems that describe the "Night Scenery of Qujiang":
1. Looking through the usual greenery The chariot passed by, and I could hear the ghost's sad song in the middle of the night.
2. The long song of the flute has not been finished, and it is raining in the south and north of the water.
3. It is said that the scenery is constantly changing, so let’s admire each other for the time being.
4. At sunset, pedestrians have no way to go, and the nests of black and milk swallows are full of high-rise buildings.
5. There is an emerald nest in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn is lying in the high tomb beside the garden.
6. You can see the butterfly deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water.
7. The spring clouds on the city cover the garden wall, and the river pavilion is quiet and fragrant in the evening.
8. Recalling the past when neon banners went down to the South Garden, everything in the garden was full of color.
9. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river.
10. There is an old man standing on the winding bank of the deep pool, watching the hook without moving his hand.
11. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.
12. I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.
13. Youxun smiled to himself that nothing had happened, fishing on the branch of the feather fan.
14. The clouds are steaming in Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang Cheng.
15. Fishing, boating, broken bridge, northern silk, collecting small stars hanging
6. Sentences describing the beautiful scenery of Qujiang Pond in the early morning
1. Morning , the sun has not come out yet, there is not a trace of wind, everything is quiet. Looking from a distance, the sky above the walnut orchard is shrouded in a thin layer of clouds, like the curtains beside the bed in my daughter's boudoir, hazy. When you get closer, you find that the branches of the walnut tree are slightly glowing with green, and the buds are becoming more and more plump unknowingly, as if they are rehearsing for the last time to welcome spring. The soil on the ground has become soft, and you can smell the smell of soil if you smell it carefully. Under the withered grass, a handful of tender grasses have revealed their pointed heads and are mixed in with the withered grass. This scene of old and young dependent on each other is really touching.
2. In the morning, beautiful, majestic and high-spirited roosters announce the arrival of dawn with their exciting cries, singing one after another. Rural slowly opened his sleepy eyes and woke up with a feeling of comfort. A piece of colorless light shines on the face through the beloved curtains. After I got up quickly, I opened the curtains and opened the window. The gentle breeze blew in gently, accompanied by a fresh smell. Looking into the distance, the countryside is immersed in a hazy and hazy realm of smoke and waves. Ah, isn't such a beautiful scenery just a breathtaking paper painting?
3. Early in the morning, I walked out the door and felt a blast of cold air. Looking into the distance, the mist shrouded the earth like a layer of white veil, and only a few bare branches could be seen with white buds.
Looking closer, it turns out that the branches are covered with white and crystal clear frost flowers, which are extremely beautiful.
4. The morning in Xiaohu ended under this sunshine. The sun slowly rose above the head, the moon had disappeared, the morning frost turned into crystal dewdrops, the fallen leaves were still falling, and the little squirrel Looking at the fallen leaves spinning in the air, with their tails raised high, wild ducks and geese are still busy in the lake. In order to make a living, the morning in the small lake is no longer calm.
7. Qujiang’s poem Qujiang
(Author: Li Lei, founder of New Poetry Tune)
The dragon patrols the east sky,
Clouds surge across the Qujiang River.
Who has ever forgotten Wudian Potou?
For eighteen years, the stars and the moon were shining,
The wind and thunder agitated.
He is tough and takes on many responsibilities,
He is the backbone of a man.
Hit the wolf with a strong bow.
Direct teaching from all over the world,
Heroic love! (Author: Huang Shanzhuo)
Jiashen Mengqiu, I left Jingchu, entered the Three Qin Dynasty, went to Chang'an, and studied for four years. At that time, I visited ancient temples, climbed the Wild Goose Pagoda, folded willows on the banks of the Ba River, and watched flowers on the Duling Plateau. Wandering in the alleys, visiting the ruins of the Han and Tang Dynasties; wandering around the towers, ignoring the passage of time. In the autumn of Wuzi, I was about to return after completing my studies, and Qujiang Park was newly renovated, so I postponed the trip for ten days to enjoy the park. Because it is a poem to record its success, the words are:
Liyuan in the Qin Dynasty was an old building in the Tang Dynasty. It has been used for thousands of years to reappear its beauty. Although the green pond is rippling, it is not the water that reflects the shadow of the Guo Kingdom; the autumn waves are not inferior to the beauty of Xizi's evening makeup. What's more, in autumn, the sky is high and open, the blue clouds are curling up, the summer heat subsides, and you can hear the chirping of cicadas. The severe frost has not yet fallen, but the late fragrance is still late; the west wind suddenly picks up, and it is cold to hear the formation of wild geese. How can it be that the spring of March is full of sweet fragrance on the nose; the warblers and swallows are noisy, and the bees and butterflies are dancing in the present.
So I walked on the side of the secluded steps, walked on the circuitous corridors and bridges, and looked around to appreciate the beauty of the autumn river. The maples are slightly off, and the pines and cypresses are green. Red fish swim in schools and ducks chase each other. Gao Xi's shore is wet, and Jian Jia is luxuriant. The hibiscus will fade away, but the white dew will not fade. Living in the Zhijiang Pavilion, the breeze fills my sleeves; wandering by the waterside, no dust will stain my clothes.
There are a lot of pedestrians and tourists. The beach falls and the river flows, and you can't cross it without jumping; the island covers the center of the wave, and you can board it with a fake boat. In front of the water platform, a group of calligraphers were watching, while on the bluestone table, musicians were playing the sheng. Every time I see an old man holding a vine, I hear the sound of a child. A lady and a handsome man, holding hands and arms. Or wandering on the quiet road, or boating in the middle of the river.
Wandering in this place, I miss my husband for a long time. Du Fu sat at the head of the pond for a long time, and he set up a pavilion near the river to look out at night. Among the walls of the wild goose pagoda, several people's virtuous names will remain forever; at the banquet in Qionglin, who was drunk and full in the apricot garden? Flowers follow the flowing water, and time passes like the wind. What I see is not a recreation of the old scenes of the Han and Tang Dynasties; what I am walking on is not the way of a chariot? I am thinking about this, and I am disappointed in the wind. The stone piles are empty, and there are no kings or grandsons to tie their horses; the Qujiang River is still meandering, how can the Qushui flow?
As the day progresses towards the west, it is already dusk. The afterglow shines slantingly, and the glow of the sun shines in the shadows. At night, the trees are covered with smoke, and the golden crows are hiding. The floating clouds half cover the bright moon, but the stars do not cover the lanterns. The fireworks in Fuyuan suddenly exploded in the sky; the wild goose pagoda was full of pure music, but it was a pity that it was lost and could not be heard. The scenery is beautiful, but I can't see it all; the evening breeze is blowing, and I'm hastening my return. Outside the Thousand Trees Pavilion, I once leaned against the jade trees; on the Yuejiang Tower, I regretted not being there. Even after leaving the garden, I still look back. Although I have been away for a long time, I still dream about it. I hope to visit again in the future and be worthy of being graceful.
(Published in the 18th issue of "Chinese Ci Fu")