Eighteen dangerous beaches are full of cat gods, and the mountains and rivers along the Ganjiang River are beautiful.
Rich in Jiangxi, visit Lushan Mountain.
Poyang Lake is vast, and Ganjiang River is the land of clear water, fish and rice.
Long Mai, Bamian Mountain, Luo Xiao, has a good revolutionary idea.
There are great prospects for the development of Jiangxi, and the entrepreneurial environment is ideal.
Ganzhou Ji 'anpo Yangtze River, Nanchang Jiujiang Port trade.
The essence of Jingdezhen famous porcelain sells well at home and abroad and across the west.
The Beijing-Kowloon Railway runs through Jiangxi, investing in the development of good places.
Teng poetry Teng pavilion Linjiang bamboo, Ming Luan dance. The painted building faces Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk. The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Langtaosha Ganjiang Qing
Outside the rain bell,
Qiu Meng will do.
Even the wind is fierce and chilling.
Who let beauty die,
Drink tears till dawn.
Nanwuyu Lanting,
Offer a copy.
Sadness for six years, resentment without sunshine.
Keywords flowing water, Ganjiang River, ball ball, ask yourself,
How many people listen?
2. What are the sentences that describe "a competent officer"? Sentence 1: In the evening, the sun went down. The afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on the river, and the beautiful Ganjiang River is like a girl, dressed in red gauze, waiting to get married, serene and quiet. At this time, people came out for a walk in twos and threes to breathe fresh air, and the beautiful Ganjiang River became lively. At the dinner table, the three of us got together in groups of five, drinking drinks, eating melon seeds and chatting. The fatigue of the day dissipated and was replaced by happiness. The evening breeze blows gently, like a mother's hand stroking your face. Leaves rustle like lovers whispering their love songs. The river swirls like an old man playing an old tune.
The second sentence: Ganjiang River, winding tribute water, vast Zhangjiang River. Flowing into the depths of the nine songs, swaying in the practice of Sanchun. Lingyuan follows Wuyi Xiu, Yu Anrong; You Xi kai Yu Ling wonders, warm smoke waves. If you rush to the distant domain, you will have an eternal name; Moisten the paleness in the distance and nourish the beauty of one side. Xia Chuan is beautiful, and everyone smells good. Garden fragrance, praise.
The third sentence: In the distance, Ganjiang Bridge straddles the river like Wolong. The cars on the bridge are full of goods and extend in all directions. The river is clear, and you can see sand and small fish swimming at the bottom. Xia Guang is reflected on the water. The distant mountains, nearby houses and trees, pedestrians and vehicles on the bridge, together with my shadow, are reflected in the water, forming a natural ink painting. The river is sparkling, as if countless elves are dancing ballet on the water. The leisurely old people are quietly fishing by the river with fishing rods. They want to take the beautiful scenery of the river home.
The fourth sentence: the water of Ganjiang River is muddy, green, cool and magnificent. Looking at the distance, close relatives are cold. Beat the waves, but the waves are small and cut the deep blue. Lv Ping accidentally passed by and shot at Xinfu's house in all directions; The high ship sails again, and the people respected by the eight States are dyed. The wind bends and branches droop, the dam station is firm, interspersed with the spiritual library of Zhang Yu, and the sacred soul of the county is floating. Pengchonggang is a huge stone, and the waves lifted the brick out.
The fifth sentence: Ganjiang, the dragon roars in the air when it comes out of the water, and the strong lake rushes to the river to sing. Multicolored phosphorescence, Li Ji illusion. Riding the sky with a white horse, green snakes fly high. Fairy skin bath, the brilliance of vegetation on the shore; Pottery bath, prosperous water feeding fish and shrimp. Leaning against Hu Guang, overlooking the steep western hills; The fog is calm, exploring the obscurity of the East Bridge.
The sixth sentence: Xia Guang spilled on the beach, and the beach seemed to be covered with gold, which was extremely bright. Naughty children came to the beach to play and build castles. The cheerful laughter scared a large group of small fish. When fish have fun, they will surface and spit out beautiful little bubbles. Bubbles are like stars in the blue sky, crystal clear. I really want to bend my belt and go home alone, but I'm afraid I'll ruin their good dreams, so I have to stand by and watch the river quietly. I didn't want to go home until my mother called me ... The beauty of Ganjiang River is dusk!
The seventh sentence: Ganjiang, but Fu Tiannan painted the scenery, dyed the beautiful colors of flowers and put on the afterglow of the beautiful sun. Fang Qing lives in Pingzhou, Pu Jun, and Bai Ou lives in Lu 'an, Yan Di. The beauty of Ganzhou fascinates tourists. Look at the clouds, the high platform is winding; Yao's footsteps are idle, but Jui-chueh is uneven. The vast trees that cover the sky and the vast clouds. Mingchuan Fairy Temple and Ancient Ancestral Temple. Looking at poetry and respecting the prosperity of literature and English, it is the city of Mubi. So I walked in the sky and went upstairs to read; Pay attention to the distance, drink the moon and think. Drunk as a mountain and river, the world is crazy.
Eighth sentence: My hometown is on the beautiful Ganjiang River in Nanchang, the city of heroes. The beautiful scenery on both sides of the Ganjiang River is like a string of pearl-like green ribbons, which brings endless beauty to the hometown. In the spring morning, the sun rises slowly from the east, hanging in the sky like a red colored ball, which is not dazzling at all. As if he had just woken up, the lieutenant blinked his beautiful eyes and looked at the scenery on both sides of the strait with deep affection. The whole water is like a mirror of Zhang Mingliang.
The ninth sentence: Ganjiang, sing high to draw water, low to threaten idle cattle to chew green. Hua Meng is full of risks, strong and ambitious; Brothel beckons, fascinated and persistent. It seems like Qiong Yue, surging and turbulent, if the sleeves dance with the wind. Allow the Yellow River to gallop, accept the winding posture of the Yangtze River, be tall and straight, strong and tender as water. A spinning kite jumps, and a gallop is just Yu Lang's voice. The trees are sparse and the grass is not soaked. Go with the flow and be reborn on the rocks. An angry life, for a moment. As a dark cloud, dark clouds urge the city. Boeing is hard to cut and hard to have fun. Cloudy and breezy during the day, cold and sunny in late month.
In my hometown of Ji 'an, there is a big river winding through it. It nourishes this fertile land and nurtures the hardworking people here. This is the mother river of my hometown-Ganjiang, one of the main tributaries of the Yangtze River. My hometown Ji 'an is in the middle reaches of Ganjiang River. In the river, there is a sandbar-Bailuzhou, where the famous Bailuzhou Academy is located. Ganjiang River is beautiful all year round.
3. Lu You's poems praise the mother river and are full of bold poetry. They are safe in Julian Waghann, and the flood season swept to welcome the emperor. Yellow River, Hanguguan and Sihaitong Ships. -"Seeing the customs clearance" land tour
Taihang Mountain is the roof of the world, and the Yellow River flows from Kunlun Mountain.
Dreaming of the Yellow River, the clouds open to see the fairy palm.
Sorrow helps play and drink, like a giant field being tilted by the Yellow River. -Lu You in Long song
Sitting in a dangerous but sad place, smiling at Huang Heqing. -Lu You's "Two Rhymes of Yang Jiafu's Zuli"
In other words, on the Yellow River today, the situation between Cao and Yuan is different.
I laughed at my success in my life and dreamed that the Yellow River was completely frozen.
The yellow river iron ox does not move, and the gold plate will break as soon as it freezes. -Lu You in Snow Songs
Luanqi has a parade in radio and television in the morning, and iron horses step on the ice of the Yellow River at night.
From Yutang to Kong Zhou, the Yellow River came to Kunlun and Wan Li.
Drinking too much is like going to Bai Bo, but it is as difficult as blocking the Yellow River to drown your sorrows. -Lu you, making wine.
The Yellow River in Wan Li flows into the East China Sea, and the magnificent grinding at a height of 5,000 meters is pale.
Draw a cup like the Yellow River, and write like white rain.
Chasing the moon and sleeping in Qinghai, seizing the city and stepping on the Yellow River ice at night.
The Yellow River embraces Tongguan and meets Huashan in the green. -Lu You's Dream Chasing
This is the first snow in Doumen and the first ice in the Yellow River.
Dark clouds refute the red tide, and the Yellow River goes straight to Kunlun.
Bright and fiery fires often shine, and the Yellow River goes against the current. -Lu you sitting in silence
The Yellow River still embraced Tongguan after hearing the road map.
Knock on the door for wine, you don't need to fly across the Yellow River by boat.
The Yellow River has a sunny day, but don't turn white hair black. -Lu You in Zayong
The Yellow River is deep and Liangzhou New Town is ten feet high.
4. Lu You's poem "Bu Operator" was posted outside the bridge, leaving no owner alone.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into the upper west building (meeting Huan), the river head is dark red and Yanjiao flies. I suddenly went to the office that year and hated Yiyi.
It is against one's will to weep and sigh. Full of jade pot flower dew, send spring home.
The Great Sage changed from thunder to earthquake, sighing and floating for forty-two years. Try to think back to the past, everything is like a dream, mixed with sorrow and joy, as if it were a passing smoke.
The sea of pain is boundless, and love is bottomless. Wandering around, looking at hundreds of leaking ships. Who knows, ask impermanence. In fire, iron makes the body strong.
Huadian will be there later. So I can get my body back to nature.
Why bother to think about it? Want a family, be an official and die for fame. It is a shame to live long and poor, which is all arranged by heaven.
From now on, be a flying fairy. Usually, the bamboo building is deep and quiet.
Red flies are all green and shady, and there are songbirds. There's nothing wrong with going to Lanting. I'll learn the piano myself.
The copper stove curled up in Hainan and washed the dust. In June, Zhumen of Shanghai Tangxieyang Waste Garden was closed.
Hanging by hanging, touching tears. The faint plum blossoms are still crisp and cut into water.
When I am sad, I seem to recall the past of Xuanhua. Pedestrians don't have a sad meaning.
Fold the incense, who will send it thousands of miles. Standing by the river, it is difficult to meet each other, and the faucet is riding.
The sound of dust is far away, and Chutian Dangerous Building is lonely. The embroiderers of Tang Lan Tower are tired and tired.
Spring wakes up with a sigh and feels bored. Swallows return empty, spend a few days, jade communication.
Sad place, an exhibition group. Smoked cages quelled the cold smoke.
Tears are deep and you can still see flowers. How can I forbid him to take a cold pillow when he is full of fragrance?
West window dawn, a few silver bottles and jade wells. Pear blossoms are soft under the moon, and smoke rises in Jiang Chun.
There was no one in the hut, and the embroidered curtain was half open. Outside the flowers, the two sisters called each other to make an appointment.
Xiue forgot to set the stage and thought about it carefully, which added melancholy to her feelings. The chest is crisp and the arm is jade, and I plan to find Pisces to pass the book.
On a monthly basis, pear blossoms are boring, damaged and ill. A few songs from Hirayama, accompanied by quiet days.
Liang Yan urges you to change the smoking cage. When the old and new sorrows will be exhausted, the hair will disappear and the rain will know the flowers.
Where should I send the incense paper? Pearl Embroidery Pavilion, in Liu Yin. Magnolia has lived on Bashan Road for three years, covered with blue dust and hats.
I am like a Xiqiao crossing a cloud, worrying about winding the pond and closing the grass. Spring wine is good every year. Try wearing a silver flag to get drunk.
Today, all beings are one year old, and I am by no means the only one who wants to get old. Yulan slowly read the dream of Handan, sighing that the early frost invaded her temples.
It is the flower moon burning Dan, Qingxi watching cranes, but still the initial heart. Over the years, in the turbulent world, the secret of knowing the truth is absolutely profound.
Raise Nine Treasures and grow into a thousand trees. The starry altar is a toddler at night.
Dew is cold and transparent. For Cuifeng, Qingluan returned to the moon, and the palace was desolate.
Let's play a letter and I'll be your bosom friend. However, it is arrogant, and the years on earth are fleeting.
Go to the west building (once you meet Huan). The river is black and red, and swallows fly. I suddenly went to the office that year and hated Yiyi.
It is against one's will to weep and sigh. Full of jade pot flower dew, send spring home.
The Great Sage changed from thunder to earthquake, sighing and floating for forty-two years. Try to think back to the past, everything is like a dream, mixed with sorrow and joy, as if it were a passing smoke.
The sea of pain is boundless, and love is bottomless. Wandering around, looking at hundreds of leaking ships. Who knows, ask impermanence. In fire, iron makes the body strong.
Huadian will be there later. So I can get my body back to nature.
Why bother to think about it? Want a family, be an official and die for fame. It is a shame to live long and poor, which is all arranged by heaven.
From now on, be a flying fairy. Usually, the bamboo building is deep and quiet.
Red flies are all green and shady, and there are songbirds. There's nothing wrong with going to Lanting. I'll learn the piano myself.
The copper stove curled up in Hainan and washed the dust. In June, Zhumen of Shanghai Tangxieyang Waste Garden was closed.
Hanging by hanging, touching tears. The faint plum blossoms are still crisp and cut into water.
When I am sad, I seem to recall the past of Xuanhua. Pedestrians don't have a sad meaning.
Fold the incense, who will send it thousands of miles. Standing by the river, it is difficult to meet each other, and the faucet is riding.
The sound of dust is far away, and Chutian Dangerous Building is lonely. The embroiderers of Tang Lan Tower are tired and tired.
Spring wakes up with a sigh and feels bored. Swallows return empty, spend a few days, jade communication.
Sad place, an exhibition group. Smoked cages quelled the cold smoke.
Tears are deep and you can still see flowers. How can I forbid him to take a cold pillow when he is full of fragrance?
West window dawn, a few silver bottles and jade wells. Pear blossoms are soft under the moon, and smoke rises in Jiang Chun.
There was no one in the hut, and the embroidered curtain was half open. Outside the flowers, the two sisters called each other to make an appointment.
Xiue forgot to set the stage and thought about it carefully, which added melancholy to her feelings. The chest is crisp and the arm is jade, and I plan to find Pisces to pass the book.
On a monthly basis, pear blossoms are boring, damaged and ill. A few songs from Hirayama, accompanied by quiet days.
Liang Yan urges you to change the smoking cage. When the old and new sorrows will be exhausted, the hair will disappear and the rain will know the flowers.
Where should I send the incense paper? Pearl Embroidery Pavilion, in Liu Yin. Magnolia has lived on Bashan Road for three years, covered with blue dust and hats.
I am like a Xiqiao crossing a cloud, worrying about winding the pond and closing the grass. Spring wine is good every year. Try wearing a silver flag to get drunk.
Today, all beings are one year old, and I am by no means the only one who wants to get old. Yulan slowly read the dream of Handan, sighing that the early frost invaded her temples.
It is the flower moon burning Dan, Qingxi watching cranes, but still the initial heart. Over the years, in the turbulent world, the secret of knowing the truth is absolutely profound.
Raise Nine Treasures and grow into a thousand trees. The starry altar is a toddler at night.
Dew is cold and transparent. For Cuifeng, Qingluan returned to the moon, and the palace was desolate.
Let's play a letter and I'll be your bosom friend. However, it is arrogant, and the years on earth are fleeting.
The water tune song head Jiang Zuo defeated, the oldest Xuzhou. Even the mountains are picturesque, and the beauty lies in the dangerous buildings.
The drums and horns are tragic, and the bonfire is extinguished in the air. Recalling the past and recalling Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, thousands of stoves stay at home.
The grass has been exposed, the wind has fallen, and autumn has passed. Make the monarch macro-release, smile and wash away all troubles in ancient and modern times.
Not seeing a trip to Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and resentment is hard to accept. My uncle is chitose, and his name is Han Shuiliu.
Looking for spring in front of the spout, it's a pity that my mood is completely reduced. A suit of ping mail, drunkenness is not about wine, beauty is far away.
This year, malodorous, rainy, Yelang River. Leaning on the floor, playing the flute, looking at the mirror by the window, crying all over.
Flowers fall on the moon and the courtyard is bright. Silence, heartbreak.
Hand in hand side by side, it worked at that time, drawing Liang Qiyan. Meet new people, net dust, dance shirt fans.
I am ashamed and haggard, and I am careless about my own path, for fear that Yinger will see me. The waterspout on the Maha pool finished singing, and the red and green were uneven in the Spring Festival Evening.
Beautiful and charming, begonia drunk, peach blossoms warm. Picking vegetables at the beginning is idle, smoke is near, and a city is full of silk pipes.
Look at the golden saddle fighting for the road, the car flying over the cover, fighting for the first place, building a new pavilion. Melancholy years change.
Dark ecstasy, rain clouds. The mirror covers the moon, the hairpin beam eliminates the phoenix, and Qin Zheng leans on the geese.
And heaven remains our neighbourhood and Shan Ye are lonely and dangerous. Just sigh that spring is coming, Huayang hates it, and the east wind is full.
Emerald Hu Die, a tired guest, has traveled all his life and turned over Luo Jing. Thanks to Xiaoxiang. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu.
Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness.
Yan shame warbler envy, butterfly around.
Lu You's poems express his feelings.
In those days, Wanli sought a seal, and one horse guarded Liangzhou. Now the military life of defending the border fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. In this life, my heart is in Tianshan and my body is old.
A trip to Jin Cuodao
The yellow Jin Cuodao is covered with white jade and shines through the window at night.
Husband did not achieve fifty merits, and took care of the eight famine independently with a knife.
Jinghua makes friends with all strangers and falls in love with life and death.
Thousands of years of history, shame and anonymity, all of my heart reported to the son of heaven.
When you come to Tianhanbin to join the army, the light snow in Nanshan is rugged.
Oh! Although the three Chu clans can destroy the Qin Dynasty, are there any China?
Shufen
When I was young, I knew that things were difficult and looked at the mountains in the north.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
Show children
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.
Long song line/long song line
Life is not an An Qisheng, drunk in the East China Sea riding a long whale;
You should still be Li Xiping, fighting against the base and clearing old Beijing.
The golden seal is not up, and the white hair is ruthless;
Chengdu ancient temple lies on autumn night, and the setting sun is bright by the monk window;
Will it break the thief's hand at once, oh, the poem is long and cold?
Xinglai bought all the Shiqiao wine, and the cart piled up long bottles;
Worrying about bamboo helps drama, such as the moment when the wild is tilted by the Yellow River;
Usually a drop is not in my mouth, and my mood is shocking.
The national enemy is over, the strong man is old, and the sword in the box comes to smell at night.
He Dangkai also hosted a banquet for the soldiers, and the heavy snow in the middle of the night crushed the flying fox city.
Guan Shanyue
In the fifteenth year of Herong's reign, the general did not fight empty borders.
Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken.
E Lou Diao Dou urged the moon to set, 30 people joined the army, and today they have white hair;
Who knows that a strong man's heart is in the flute, and the sand head is empty.
When the Central Plains heard of the war, there were descendants who opposed Hu Chuan!
The adherents endured death and looked forward to recovery, making them cry at night in several places!
1 1 April 4th is a stormy day.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
Listening to the wind and rain at night, iron horse glacier dream.
6. Seeking Lu You's Poems about Shenyuan Lu You was a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. His life was bumpy, his career was bumpy, and his emotional life was unfortunate. In the 14th year of Shaoxing, Song Gaozong, Lu You married his childhood cousin Tang Wan. After marriage, the two spent a lot of time together, and their feelings were deep, and fame and fortune were forgotten. All these have aroused Lu Mu's dissatisfaction. She believes that Lu You should put his career first and show off his family, and should not delay his future with his children's affair. After repeated persuasion, she thought that Tang Wan would delay her son's future, and finally hit Yuanyang. Forced by the suppression of feudal ethics, Lu You finally had to end this happy marriage with a dead letter. Ten years later, Lu You drowned her sorrows in Shenyuan and ran into Tang Wan and her husband Zhao Shicheng. Now, things have changed. The beloved wife of that year was like a willow in the forbidden palace, out of reach. It's really tender and affectionate, not only sadness comes from it, but two lines of tears flow down sadly. She wrote a farewell poem on the wall.
"Hairpin Phoenix":
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng Spring Willow
Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been in a melancholy state for several years and left the cable.
No, no, no!
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pools and pavilions, although the mountain alliance exists, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
In the spring of the following year, Tang Wan came to Shenyuan again, saw Lu You's inscription on the wall, and remembered that they had written poems and lyrics together in the past, tears streaming down their faces, and they were heartbroken, so they unconsciously wrote a poem "Hairpin Phoenix":
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;
The evening breeze is dry, tears are broken, and I want to write my heart. A person is talking.
Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The horn was cold and the night was dim. I was afraid of being asked. I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy.
Hide, hide, hide!
The two queci poems are written by different people, but they are filled with the same feelings and helplessness. * * * tells a sad love story-Shen Yuan's dream. Tang Wan is an extremely sentimental woman. Her perfect marriage with Lu You was destroyed in the secular storm, and her unforgettable love with Lu You always stayed in the deepest part of the emotional world, which was unforgettable for a long time. Although Zhao Shicheng gave her emotional comfort again, it was once a Wang Yang. Ever since I saw Lu You's inscription, I have been reminiscing all day, sighing helplessly, becoming depressed and turning into a fallen leaf in the bleak autumn. Only a sentimental "Hairpin Phoenix" was left, which made future generations lament. After that, Lu You went north to resist gold, trying to forget the sad past with Tang Wan. After decades of hard work, Tang Wan has already made up for it, and he still can't send his attachment to his heart. At the age of 63, he wrote two sad love poems:
Yellow flowers are used as pillow bags, and the curved screen is deeply stuffy and fragrant.
Call back the dream of forty-three years, and no one will say anything when the lights are dim!
I wrote a poem about chrysanthemum pillow the other day, and I made a residual draft to lock the spider silk.
Everything in the world is exhausted, only fragrance is as old as before!
At the age of 73, I revisited Shenyuan. See the title of Hairpin Phoenix. He was moved by this scene, deeply moved. He also wrote a poem:
When the maple leaves turn yellow, the rivers worry about the new frost.
Looking back on Lin Ting with empty feelings, who can say that Lu Quan is heartbroken?
Bad walls are drunk with dust, and clouds break dreams.
Over the years, my delusion has been eliminated, and I have returned to the shrine to burn incense.
At the age of seventy-five, the shadow of Tang Wan has been lingering in my mind. I often wander in the secluded path of the sacred hospital, recalling the scene deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't win the mood. Write down two poems about Shen Yuan's homesickness:
First of all:
After 40 years of broken dreams, the willows in the garden never fly.
The body did a good job in the mountains, and it was still a trace.
Second:
There is no revival pool platform in Shen Yuan.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which is suspected to be a stunning photo.
Shenyuan is a place that Lu You misses and is also a sad place. Although Lu You, who is in his twilight years, can't go to Shenyuan to find traces of the past, the experience in Shenyuan, the sad eyes of Iraqis and the sentimental mess appearance all make Lu You fresh in his memory, and at the age of 8 1, he wrote the poem Sleepwalking in Shenyuan:
First of all:
The road near the south of the city has been afraid to walk, and the injury of Shenjiayuan is even heavier;
Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.
Second:
The small stranger in the south of the city meets spring again, and only plum blossoms are not seen;
Jade bone has been under the spring for a long time, and the ink mark is still locked in the wall.
In his later years, Lu You paid a visit to Tang Wan in Shenyuan every spring. At the age of 82, he made a quatrain in memory of Tang Wan:
The south pavilion locks the idle side, and the lonely crane only hurts itself when it returns;
Dust stains and moss invade a few lines of ink. Who will brush the earth wall?
One day in the spring when Lu You was 85 years old, with the help of his children and grandchildren, he went to Shenyuan again and wrote the last love poem of Shenyuan:
The flowers of Shenjiayuan are like brocade, and half of them were known that year;
I also believe that beauty will eventually be soil, and it is too late to dream!
Soon, Lu You died suddenly. Why do you love so deeply that life and death depend on each other, so that after 60 years of "red powder turns to earth" and "red powder turns to ash", the poet is still allowed to sing the heartbroken poem "This body is the land of mountains, but it is still the trace of death" with dry blood and tears. If Tang Wan found out underground, this life would be enough. Everything in the world can wear out, but the fragrance of love lasts forever. The eternal love between Lu You and Tang Wan has touched several generations and spread for a long time.
. . (Baidu knows)
Hope to adopt!