Jiangnan is good, Tang and Bai Juyi are good, and the scenery is old and familiar; When spring comes, the sun rises from the surface of the river, and the flowers on the river are brighter than red, the green river green more than blue grass.
can you not remember Jiangnan? Memories of Huangfu Song, Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, and dark red bananas on the screen. Idle dreams of plum blossom in the south of the Yangtze River, night boats playing flutes and the rain rustling, and people talking about the bridge by the post.
remember the spring of Tang Liu Yuxi in Jiangnan! Thank you, L.A. Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels, and sitting alone also contains a sigh.
looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo is not old in spring, and the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to look at it on the detached platform. Half a city is full of spring water and a thousand flowers are dark.
Looking at the longevity and autumn waters in the south of the Yangtze River with double tones, Song Liu Chenweng, Qi Mei, and Zi Xia. Ran Ran, a nine-dynasty island in the sky, smiled before you.
people sing their own words. Chrysanthemum under the fence, a branch drunk.
Flowers and water are begging for thirty greetings, and autumn wind is writing me a poem. Save the evening fragrance.
Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the river stopped at 13 thousand in the remaining years.
it's going to be a drunken feast. Singing snow, except snow.
seeing that the longevity department has repeatedly fallen down, I can't see how straight the orange millet is. Sing the magpie fairy.
Jiangnan is good/recalls Jiangnan Song Zhao Shixia's heaven * * * water, and the water is far away from the sky. The sky is clear, the moon is cold, and the water, light and moonlight are both.
the moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete.
when the scenery is good, the heart is fast, and the heart is far away. Don't talk to the laity.
looking at the south of the Yangtze river, Zhu Dunru was burning in the daytime, and invaded his bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a clump of lotus leaves, hibiscus fragrance is fine and water is cool.
on the pillow is the fairy land. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the embankment alone.
the grass is full of smoke and water, and the clouds are full of rain and dark in the west. Nine strangers are not stained with mud.
under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Evening is not a success. Outside the wall, I saw flowers looking for their way around, and the willow shade crossed the warbler's crow.
everywhere is sad. Recalling Tang Wen Tingyun in the south of the Yangtze River, I must hate him, and I hate him very much.
the mountains and the moon don't know what's on their minds, and the water and the wind fall in front of them, swaying blue clouds and slanting. Washed and finished, alone boarded the River-watching Pavilion, leaned against the column to gaze at the river.
You can't go all the way through Qian Fan. The oblique light is full of water, and you are heartbroken in Baipingzhou! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said something unfinished, for the continuation of the four songs Hushan is good, and Bo Gu is connected with today. There are ten thousand volumes hidden in the three rooms of Jiewu, and every word is a thousand dollars.
there are bosom friends all over the world. Outside the door, the lake is close at hand.
Wanliu Dike enjoys walking, while Baihuazhou sings when drunk. Live up to your life.
Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the embankment, and the waves are swift and the dust is light. Today, the ancient Liuqiao Bridge has seen many farewells, and it is also sad to see people parting, not to mention caring for themselves. After slanting, the new moon goes up to the west side.
I hope my body can be as graceful as the moon, and I can travel thousands of miles with you. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Li Yu is dreaming far away, and the south is flourishing.
On the boat, the river is covered with strings, and the city is full of flying catkins and light dust. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is in clear autumn.
a thousand miles away, cool colour is far away, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flowers. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River/recalling the Song Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, Wang Qi and Jiang Nanan, the clouds and trees are half sunny and cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide is rising and the sunset is still sinking.
north and south are separated. Make or break things, and it will last forever.
The lonely smoke and fishing market at the foot of the mountain is small, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. The traveler should not board the plane.
the grass in the south of the Yangtze river is as complex as a picture. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is in disorder, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.
fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and the softness is invincible.
It's far and green, and it's raining at night, and there are faint tides on the cold sand. Who dreams of Lan Ping?
the water in the south of the Yangtze River turns into flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, vegetarian training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.
all the way to deliver xingcha. Fame and fortune, drifting home.
the fishermen sing far in front of mount cisse, and the geese fly obliquely on the waves in Dongting. Travel all over the world.
Jiang Nanyan, blowing up the embroidered curtain. In February, the pond news agency passed, and the old nest of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.
you are arrogant in the west and east. Xie Wang House, once in the Yee Hall.
the smoke flies far away from the flowers, and the dream at the window is in a hurry. It accounts for apricot garden red.
in the south of the Yangtze river, the west building is full of clear nights. When the clouds fall, the ice spits out, and the jade sinks in the depths of the waves.
when will the round break? Starry Han Jiong, the wind exposed into the new autumn.
Dangui doesn't know how to shake off his hatred, so Su E should believe in leaving his sorrow. The sky is long.
Jiangnan wine has a strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, Xiao Xun Xiang Xiao Qiao Dong.
the bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, human flour turns red.
On the green apricot, yellow plum and Zhu Ge, the shad is in the jade plate with bitter bamboo shoots. As drunk as a fiddler.
snow in the south of the Yangtze river, cutting clouds lightly. The Qiongshu tree is suddenly startled by the early spring, and the plum blossom is slightly cold and fragrant.
the cold shadow is happy. The toad is jade-like, and it's worth watching in the clear night.
The poem of Xie Nv Lian is full of green curtains, and Zi You is full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind is blowing all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faints on Liu 'an, and red incense moistens the plum days.
it's raining. Morning and evening grow in front of Chu Feng.
On a cold night, when you are worried about gold with a pillow, Jiang Shen closes the Mulan boat at dusk. Smoke and waves are far connected.
bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Deep path wants to stay in the double phoenix lodge, and the backyard is biased towards Momo.
the wind and the moon are wandering. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel are urging each other.
The powder and tears are empty, and the sheep cart once came by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute lightly
the fisherman's son Tang Zhang Zhihe, the egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat, wearing a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain, leisurely and leisurely fishing, he was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery, even the rain did not go home.
Qu Dajun in the south of the dream sadly leaves, and the leaves will never return. Even if the returning flowers are full of trees, the new branches are not the old branches.
and the water flow is late. Song Yang Wanli, who stayed in the new city, spent most of his spring time in the willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them into restaurants.
judging from the writer's cold food, the village songs and dances are more romantic. Topic Jue Hai Temple Song Huang Tingjian furnace smoke gloomy water sink rhinoceros, wood around the Zen bed bamboo around the stream.
in my spare time, Qiu Chan thought of high willows, and the setting sun was in the west of bamboo. Song wuqian, the fairy of the Magpie Bridge, moored his boat yesterday, and the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds were thousands of miles away.
the torrential rain in front of the mountain came across the stream, which washed it away and made the world feel hot. Twilight crows, falling into the sky, are all autumn.
It's no way to celebrate the new cool, but the west wind rises again. Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of households.
at the end of the day, people are empty and difficult, and there is not much to come and go. Foolish and delusional, watching Yinhan at night, waiting for the clouds to fly.
who knows that the cow and the girl are old enough to enjoy themselves? Manjianghong-He Xing Yue Bo Lou and his friends rhyme that the day is thin and cold, and the country is full of frost leaves.
when crossing Wan Li, the west wind filled the geese, and there were a few groans. Huai Tian can be heard, but who can say what you hate?
lean on the dry, tears fall off the mountain, and the weeds are separated. With a dagger, the waist is long.
I was ambitious in the past, but now I am prosperous. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.
If you want to chop the rat, give birth and bury it in nine places, the poor black rabbit will go both ways. Envy the canal, brush the cliff with a healthy pen, and don't write articles.
Watching the lights day and night on February New Year's Eve occasionally makes the streets of Chen Qingzhi clear, and the ladies and girls flood like a tide, and the chaotic lights shine on the blue sky. Xiao Guan has become a spring, and I still doubt that it is Yuanxiao tonight.
Ten scenic spots are not well-known for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun Huang Jin is like that year.
Shaocun Park Ming at night, talking about Yingxiang reeds making autumn sounds, and boating in the evening. The guest's feelings become a crane's dream, and it is like a human being. 2. What are the beautiful poems about Jiangnan
1. Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only join the river and grow old in the south. -(Tang) Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"
2. Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been known for a long time. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan Good"
3. Ask Jiangnan partners who are like me and drunk in Yangzhou. -(Song Dynasty) Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Moyun Dragging Rain across the West Building"
4. The southern river is shallow and the red berries are small. Xiaomei is red and shallow in the south of the Yangtze River. -(Song) Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Ba Nanjiang Shallow Red Plum Small"
5. Show affection for others, and offer wisdom in the south of the Yangtze River. -(Wei and Jin Dynasties) Cao Zhi's Ode to Luoshen
6. Jiangnan cloud leaves dark with the car. -(Song) Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand"
7. Who knows that the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River has run out, and the willows are fading, and it is still a yellow shadow. —— (Modern) Wang Guowei's "The Butterfly Lovers"
8. Who told the story of Jiangnan Spring, abandoned the garden of Zhu Teng, and no one came. —— (Modern) Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Lovers, Who told the story of spring in Jiangnan"
9. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must live with spring. -(Song Dynasty) Wang Guan's "The Oracle Operator Sent Bao Haoran to the East of Zhejiang"
1. Beiyuan Dragon Troupe, Jiangnan Eagle Claw, Wan Li is famous for its Beijing Pass. -(Song) Huang Tingjian's "Man Tingfang Beiyuan Dragon Troupe" 3. Poems about the description of Jiangnan
Boating Guazhou
Time: Song Author: Wang Anshi Genre: Four Wonders Category: Journey
Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
on meeting li guinian down the river
Time: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Seven Wonders
It's common in Qiwang's house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times before.
It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's the time when flowers fall.
Bathing Lanxiang in Huai 'an in the dead of noon
Time: Song Author: Wu Wenying Style: The word
ties the wrist with silk, hangs the hairpin skillfully, and sleeps with jade hidden in gauze. The silver bottle is exposed to the well, the colorful cloud window, and the past youth is in accordance with the contract. At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, and I was sad that the red gauze faded. Millet dreams are getting old, and Tingzhou is smoky. Don't sing the ancient tune of the south of the Yangtze River, it's hard to recruit because of resentment, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. If you miss Qin Lou and want to return to your hometown, you should make your own decisions. But disappointment, repeated new toad, with people.
preface to the singing of birds
Year: Song Author: Wu Wenying Style: The word
Canhan is deceiving sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang and embroidering households. Yan came late and flew into the west side, which seems to say that spring is late. Draw a boat, clear the sky, clear the smoke, Ran Ran Wugong tree. Thoughts wander, and turn into light flocks with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, the willow is tied to the horse, while the dust is soft and foggy. Going back to the red gradually, recruiting into Xianxi, Brocade secretly sent you Su. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring is wide and the dream is narrow, and the red and wet are broken, and the songs are golden. If the embankment is empty, the setting sun will always be returned to the gull. The orchid is old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist destination. Don't visit later, there is no letter from the Sixth Bridge, things go to the Flower Committee, jade is buried, and there are several storms. Long waves are envious, distant mountains are ashamed, and fishing lights are reflected in the riverside, remembering the time and the short peach root crossing. Brothel is like a poem on the verge of defeat, and tears and ink are miserable and dusty. Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is all over the world, and the temples are half-smashed. Check in the dark, leave the scars and spit, but still dye the flowers. 4. Poems describing the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River
1. Give Fan Ye a gift to Lu Kai in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and send it to Longtou people. Jiangnan has nothing, chatting and sending a spring.
2. Yang Huaqu Tang Huixiu in the Southern and Northern Dynasties quoted lovesickness in the south of the Yangtze River. The yellow crane went to the northwest and took my heart for thousands of miles. Grass grows under the deep embankment, and clouds enter the high city. In spring, people think, and thinking is always the king.
3. Everyone in Wei Zhuang of Bodhisattva Mantang said that Jiangnan was good, and tourists only lived in the south of the Yangtze River. Spring water is clear green than the sky is green, visitors can listen to the rain on the boat on the boat to sleep. The women who sell liquor in Jiangnan restaurant are very beautiful, and the arms exposed while selling the liquor are white as snow. When the time is not declining, do not return home, back home must be sad to the pole.
4. In the early spring and Tang Dynasty in Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi's wind returned to the cloud to break the rain in Chu Qing, and the lake was warm and regained its sight. Wild apricot in all over the mountains, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake, as far as the eye can see, is like a neat lawn. The rain on baiyan's body was dry, the wings became heavy, and had to fly low; The tongue of the yellow er is rather stiff and not. Not that the spring of the south of the Yangtze river is not good, but the body and mind of a year old, my mood also reduced.
5. changing on old friends in a village inn Tang Dai Shulun while the autumn moon is pouring full, on a thousand night-levels among towns and villages. In the capital can meet with the south of the Yangtze river, people doubt that it is a dream meet. The autumn wind disturbed the branches in the branches, and the Cold was crying in the grass. The tourists wandering in the outside should long drunk, keep each other for fear of the ringing bells.
6. Jiangnan Qu picked white apples in Tingzhou, Liu Yun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and it was spring in Jiangnan at sunset. Dongting has returned guests, and Xiaoxiang meets old friends. Why don't an old friend return? It's too late for Chunhua to recover. You don't know new things, but words and deeds go a long way.
7. It's common to see Du Fu's Qiwang residence in Tang Dynasty in on meeting li guinian down the river, but Cui Jiutang heard it several times before. No thought, in this scenic area of the south of the Yangtze river; It is the fallen petal season, can meet you this old acquaintance.
8. An anonymous man from the Han and Han dynasties in the south of the Yangtze River can pick lotus, and He Tiantian has lotus leaves. Fish plays lotus leaf, fish plays lotus leaf east, fish plays lotus leaf west, fish plays lotus leaf south and fish plays lotus leaf north.
9. Spring Dream The bridal chamber in Cen Can, Tang Dynasty, had a spring breeze last night, so we are still separated by the Xiangjiang River. Unconsciously fell asleep, in a dream only a few moments, have walked through thousands of miles of the journey to the south.
1. Boarding Guazhou Song Wang Anshi Guazhou Yishui, Jingkou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Gentle spring breeze blowing green again, but, the moon in the sky, when you can take me home? 5. Poems describing the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River
and songs. Jiangnan Qu (a very beautiful ink painting in the south of the Yangtze River, as plain as a sunset, like a river boat and a distant mountain)
Zhang Ji (Zhang Ji, one of the great athletes in the new Yuefu, has the same spirit as Yuan Bai, but the specific techniques are slightly different. )
There are many people in the south of the Yangtze River, citrus reticulata, and Wu Jizhou weaves white silk. The land is lowly and wet, and the snake roars insects.
Even the wood is used as a card to live in the river. Jiangcun Hairi is a city, and Luofan crossed the bridge to Puli.
green sand covers the city bamboo as a house, and everyone who has no well drinks the tide. In the afternoon of the Yangtze River, Chunchun wine,
a high wine flag hangs in the estuary. Advocate hanging water grids on both sides of the building, and sing bamboo branches at night to stay in the north.
Jiangnan is full of joy, and you can go through it everywhere.
miscellaneous songs. Recalling Jiangnan
Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the river is more red than fire,
in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, I remember Hangzhou most. Looking for laurels in the mountain temple in the middle of the month,
looking at the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion. When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Palace. Wu JIU drinks a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and
Wu Wa dances to get drunk with hibiscus. Meet again sooner or later.
xianghe lyrics. Jiangnan Qu
Lu Guimeng
loves Jiangnan Spring, and chats about the river and picks apples. The water is deep and the smoke is vast, and the empty pair of wheels.
bright moon on wheels, floating clouds on the car cover. Clouds and moons are self-interested, but it is hard to go is in the water.
Far away from Luoyang Road, spring grass grows on the shore. A message to boatman, don't boast that the wind and waves are good.
xianghe lyrics. Picking lotus (the scenery description of picking lotus is good, although the scenery is sad)
Wang Bo
Picking lotus, green water and hibiscus clothes, the autumn wind makes waves and geese fly.
the bougainvillea grows under the radial direction, and its skirt and wrist are swaying lightly. Ye Yu's flower pool is extremely flat,
the more the river blows, the more bitter it is. Acacia is bitter, and the ritual cannot stay.
The husband from the Great Wall has not been returned yet, and it is now dusk to gather lotus in Jiangnan. It's dusk, picking lotus flowers,
this canal will definitely promote home. It is better to pick mulberry leaves in the south of the road than lotus flowers on the river.
Lotus is a compound lotus, so why do the flowers and leaves overlap? Ye Cuiben is ashamed of her eyebrows, and her bonus is as strong as her cheeks.
when a beautiful woman is absent, she looks forward to parting. Take pity on the flowers, and love the lotus root.
so where is the affection, the new things are nothing but luxuriant. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Nanjin,
but I'm also ashamed that Beihai Goose is late in writing. Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested.
It's just the upper hand of the mighty river, and it's worth wandering around the river last month. Lianpu meets at night,
Wu Ji Yue Nv He Fengrong. * * * Ask a thousand miles away from the cold river, how heavy it is to levy a guest to pass the mountain.
miscellaneous songs. Yang Liuzhi (a beautiful artistic conception of writing catkins all over the sky)
Sun Guangxian (a five-pronoun person, Sun Guangxian, whose name is Bao Photon, whose name is Meng Wen. Lingzhou Guiping (now northeast of Renshou County, Sichuan Province) is a native. In the later Tang Dynasty, he was the judge of Lingzhou. Later, he served as an empire in Nanping.