What poems describe "qiantang bore, Yan Guan Town, Haining"?

1, recalling Qiantang River-Song Dynasty: Li Gou

In the past year, I took a drunken elevator and went back to the windsurfing. I named it the day before yesterday.

The good news is that the culvert by the river is full of light, and the daffodils are all wearing pink shirts.

When I got drunk and boarded the sailing boat home, I saw that the sun had set in half before the faint green hills on both sides. At this moment, the most fascinating thing is to shine into the river. The whole river is red, and the small white sails on the river, in the setting sun, are dressed in reddish clothes like the gods in the water.

2. Rumor of a Jade Girl in Qiantang Yuanxi —— Song Dynasty: Wang Yuanliang.

This is a romantic thing. Who will you have fun with tonight? The platform flower shop is dusty and desolate. Luxury is exhausted, only the green hills are like Luo. Qiantang is still the same, and the tide rises and falls.

There are thousands of lights, and you are ashamed of singing and dancing. Yu Mei is very thin and hates the Eastern emperors. Zhao Jun was in tears, twisting the strings of the pipa. Stay sad and chat, draw the corner of the building.

The scene before us is still prosperous. Who can enjoy this joy with me? There are flowers and towers under the moon, but they have been covered with long dust. The prosperity of the past is gone, only the castle peak remains as usual. The Qiantang River still rises and falls as before, and the rise and fall of the world seems to have nothing to do with it.

In the past, candlelight was bright, as bright as day, and there were songs and dances, but now it is gone. Plum blossoms wither, and spring cannot last long. The country is about to perish, and the harem concubines only blame fate. Full of sorrow, there is nothing to say, only on the silent speaker.

3. Watching Tide in Jiuquanzi Changyi-Song Dynasty: Pan Lang.

Long memories of watching the tide, full of people vying to see the river. Doubt that the sea is empty. In the drum.

Make waves, Xiang Tao stands first. Keep the red flag moist. Don't look at your dreams. Still chilling in the dream.

Interpretation: I often think of the scene of watching the tide in Qiantang River. People all over the city are scrambling to see the river. When the tide rises, it seems that the sea is empty, and the sound and image of the tide are full of drums and the momentum is shocking.

The performer stood on the waves and performed, and the red flag in his hand was not wet at all. After that, I dreamed of watching the tide several times, but I still felt scared when I woke up.

4. Watching the tide in the 17th Dynasty-Song: Chen Shidao.

On the boundless beach, the tide rose, like a white rainbow; I guess it wasn't the fairy on the Yao altar who accidentally spilled nectar on the earth, so she came rushing.

In the turbulent tide, the reflection of the blue sky in the water bumps and shakes; Sunset sets and floats around in the rough waves of Hongbo.

Interpretation: On the endless beach, the tide is rising, like a white rainbow; I guess, is it because Yaotai Fairy accidentally spilled the nectar in the jade cup on the ground? In the turbulent tide, the reflection of the blue sky bounces in the water; The sun sets, floating and sinking in the rough waves.

5. Witch hazel, who lives on Qiantang River —— Song Dynasty: Sima Wei

My family lives by the Qiantang River. Bloom flowers fall, regardless of years. Swallows will leave again in spring. There is a faint sound of rain on the screen window.

Obliquely inserted rhinoceros combs clouds and spits. Ebony sings, singing golden light. Watching the clouds have nowhere to go. Dream back to the bright moon and give birth to Chunpu.

Interpretation: My home is near the prosperous Qiantang River, and bloom flowers fall, regardless of the passage of time. Now the swallows will take away the beautiful spring scenery again. It's drizzling outside the screen window this evening.

I put the rhinoceros comb on my head obliquely, let my hair hang down to my sideburns, sounded the ebony board and sang beautiful songs. Looking up at the white clouds in the sky, I don't know where they have gone. After waking up, I saw a bright moon rising from the river in Ran Ran.