1. What are the poems describing the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River
1. "Bodhisattva Man·Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good" - Wei Zhuang in the Tang Dynasty
People Everyone says Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan.
The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.
Translation: Everyone says Jiangnan is good, which makes tourists just want to stay there until they grow old. The clear and green water of the river in spring is better than the blue of the sky. You can also fall asleep listening to the sound of rain outside on the painted boat.
2. "Early Spring in South Lake" - Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The wind has returned, the clouds have stopped, the rain has cleared, and the sun has returned to the lakeside, which is warm and bright.
The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.
Translation: The dark clouds have dispersed, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather has just cleared up, and the sunlight reflects on the lake, giving it a warm and lively feeling. The apricots all over the mountains and plains are dotted with broken red; the water apples floating on the lake stretch as far as the eye can see, like neat lawns.
3. "Jiangnan" - Anonymous in the Han Dynasty
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are fields of lotus leaves, and fish play among the lotus leaves.
The lotus leaves are to the east, the lotus leaves are to the west, the lotus leaves are to the south, and the lotus leaves are to the north.
Translation: You can pick lotuses on the water in the south of the Yangtze River. The lotus leaves are so lush and the fish are playing among them. Fish play on the east side of the lotus leaf, fish play on the west side of the lotus leaf, fish play on the south side of the lotus leaf, and fish play on the north side of the lotus leaf.
4. "Recalling Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Translation: The scenery in Jiangnan is so beautiful, the scenery has been familiar for a long time. The sun rises from the river, shining the flowers on the riverside redder than red, and the green river water is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
5. "Boat Mooring on Guazhou" - Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Translation: Jingkou and Guazhou are only a river apart, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few layers of green mountains. The gentle spring breeze blows green on the south bank of the river again. The bright moon in the sky, when will you be able to shine on me when I go home? 2. Poems about the water in the south of the Yangtze River
Colored baskets and cloud windows, young people in the past keep their promises.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Jiangnan meets Li Gui's era. Boats are moored in Guazhou. Era: Song Dynasty. Author: Tang. Author: Du Fu. Genre: Qijue. It is common in Prince Qi's house. When I read the Qin Tower, I once wrote about the pomegranate skirt, the sad red gauze peeling off the calyx, and the new toads that follow people around the world.
. But despair.
It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will see it again when the flowers are falling. Bath Orchid Fragrance Huaian Chongwu Period.
Don’t sing ancient Jiangnan tunes, it’s hard to suppress resentment: Ci Pan silk tied to the wrist, clever seal hanging hairpin: Song Dynasty author: Wu Wenying Genre, also anthropomorphic, Ying Jian Chang Pu drinks for himself, Yu Yin cyan gauze sleeps . Silver Ping Dew Well.
At that time, the Chu River was in a state of despair. The wind blows with swallow's milk, and Zhongshan Mountain is only separated by several mountains. 3. Poems about the water in the south of the Yangtze River
The year of Li Gui in the south of the Yangtze River (the season of falling flowers and the beauty and elegance of the king)
Du Fu
A common sight in Prince Qi's house , Cui Jiutang heard about it several times before.
It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will see it again when the flowers are falling.
Spring Dream (there is a kind of misty thoughts, Jiangnan is a beautiful dream in it)
Cen Shen
The spring breeze blew up in the bridal chamber last night, and the old friend was still separated by the Xiangjiang River.
In a spring dream on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Miscellaneous songs and lyrics. Willow branches (a sentence describing the beautiful artistic conception of catkins filling the sky)
Sun Guangxian (Sun Guangxian, a poet of the Five Dynasties, named Bao Guangzi and named Meng Wen) was born in Guiping, Lingzhou (now northeast of Renshou County, Sichuan). In the later Tang Dynasty, he was called Lingxian. He later served as a censor in Nanping and became the governor of Huangzhou. The collection of Huajian contains 61 poems by him, and he is the poet with the largest number of poems in the Five Dynasties. . Author of "Northern Dream Suoyan" and other collections)
The wind in Lumen is warm and the flowers are falling, and the snow is not cold all over the south of the Yangtze River.
It is unique to come to the water station at night, and many idle people rely on the red railings.
When there is a pond and a pavilion, it becomes misty, soaking it, turning it, growing and nourishing it.
Just like someone doing inspection, they lined up to face the spring breeze.
Although it is close to the Zhuo River, it is still possible to be close to music and singing all day long.
No one can compare with the golden belt, and many people still laugh at Huang Ying.
Tens of thousands of withered trees complained about the death of the Sui Dynasty, just like hanging from the Wu tower.
Fortunately, in the bright moon of Huaiyin, the flute in the restaurant is full of miscellaneous songs and lyrics.
Recalling Jiangnan
Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple,
Looking at the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?
Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace. A cup of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves,
Wu and her two dancers are drunk with hibiscus. See you again sooner or later. 4. Poems about the water in the south of the Yangtze River
1. Small bridges and flowing water. ——"Tian Jing Sha · Autumn Thoughts" Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon.
2. "Xianghe Song Ci? Jiangnan Song" by Zhang Ji
There are many orange trees in the homes of Jiangnan, and white silk is woven on Wu Ji's boat.
The land is humid and infested with insects and snakes, and even trees are used as signs to live in the river.
Jiangcun Hai has long been a city, and the sails have fallen across the bridge to Puli.
Green sand covers the city, bamboo houses are built, and there is no well for every family to drink from the tide.
The Yangtze River is full of spring wine at noon, and the wine flag hangs high at the river mouth.
There are hanging water fences on both sides of the building, and bamboo branches are sung at night to attract visitors from the north.
Jiangnan’s customs are full of joy, and you can pass by them everywhere. 5. Poems describing the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water. Qingrou. Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of ducks with warm water in the spring river. Su Shi's "Inscribed on Hui Chong's Late Scene on the Spring River"
Era: Han
< p> Author: Yuefu of the Han DynastyWork: Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Fish plays with lotus leaves,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the east, fish plays with lotus leaves to the west,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the south, fish plays with lotus leaves to the north .
Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties
Author: Liu Yun
Work: Jiangnan Song
Tingzhou is picking white apples, and the sunset is Jiangnan Spring.
There are returning guests in Dongting, and old friends in Xiaoxiang.
Why don’t you return to your old friend? It will be late when the spring blossoms come back.
If you don’t know how to learn new things, only words and deeds will take you a long way.
Era: Northern and Southern Dynasties
Author: Xiao Yan
Work: Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight
Content: Summer Songs
< p> Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and the red light covers the clear water.The colors are the same but the heart is the same, and the lotus root is the same but the heart is the same.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties
Author: Bai Juyi
Work: Jiang Nanchun
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows into gold color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street, and your eyes are filled with spring sorrow that won’t go away.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties
Author: Bai Juyi
Work: Recalling Jiangnan
Recalling Jiangnan,
Secondly Recall Wu Palace.
A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves,
Wu and his wife dance together drunk with hibiscus,
We meet again sooner or later. 6. Ancient poems about the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan"
The spring is silently cherishing the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water. Qingrou. Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of ducks with warm water in the spring river. Su Shi's "Inscribed on Hui Chong's Late Scene on the Spring River"
Era: Han
< p> Author: Yuefu of the Han DynastyWork: Jiangnan
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Fish plays with lotus leaves,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the east, fish plays with lotus leaves to the west,
Fish plays with lotus leaves to the south, fish plays with lotus leaves to the north .
Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties
Author: Liu Yun
Work: Jiangnan Song
Tingzhou is picking white apples, and the sunset is Jiangnan Spring.
There are returning guests in Dongting, and old friends in Xiaoxiang.
Why don’t you return to your old friend? It will be late when the spring blossoms come back.
If you don’t know how to learn new things, only words and deeds will take you a long way.
Era: Northern and Southern Dynasties
Author: Xiao Yan
Work: Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight
Content: Summer Songs
< p> Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and the red light covers the clear water.The colors are the same but the heart is the same, and the lotus root is the same but the heart is the same.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties
Author: Bai Juyi
Work: Jiang Nanchun
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows into gold color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street, and your eyes are filled with spring sorrow that won’t go away.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties
Author: Bai Juyi
Work: Recalling Jiangnan
Recalling Jiangnan,
Secondly Recall Wu Palace.
A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves,
Wu and his wife dance together drunk with hibiscus,
We meet again sooner or later.
7. Poems describing the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River Han Dynasty Anonymous Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.
Between the fish and lotus leaves, the fish and lotus leaves are to the east, the fish and lotus leaves are to the west, the fish and lotus leaves are to the south, and the fish and lotus leaves are to the north. Jiangnan Hao/Recalling Jiangnan by Zhao Shixia of the Song Dynasty The sky is connected with the water, and the water is far away and connected with the sky.
The sky is clear and horizontal, the cold moon is shining, and the water, light and moonlight are both. The moon reflects the sky in the water.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times. When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful.
Don’t talk to the common people. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty The sun shines forever, and the moon invades the bed at first night.
The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool. On the pillow is a fairyland.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Bangyan of Zhou Dynasty in the Song Dynasty. The wandering prostitutes dispersed and walked back to the embankment alone. The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city.
Jiu Mo is not stained with mud. Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala has not yet become a trail.
Seeing flowers outside the wall, looking for the way around, horses passing by in the shade of willows and orioles singing. Everywhere is miserable.
Looking at Jiangnan/Reminiscing about Jiangnan by Wang Qi of the Song Dynasty On the south bank of the Yangtze River, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails have gone and the sky has aged, the tides have risen and the sun has set.
The north and the south are separated from each other. The ups and downs of things are the same through the ages.
The fishing market is dawning in the solitary smoke at the foot of the mountain, and the drizzle is deep in the restaurant beside the willow. Travelers should not come here.
Jiangnan grass is as easy to plant as it is to be traced. The orioles' tongues are confused as they reflect the fallen flowers, and the souls of Nanpu's guests disappear due to the green fascination.
Fighting against the green robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and the tenderness is overwhelming.
It rains at night in the distant green sky, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams about Lan Tiao?
Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is coming, the smoke is gathering, the wind is clear, the waves are blowing out cold flowers.
Deliver the stars far away. A man of fame and fortune, wandering and yet to return home.
In front of Xisai Mountain, the fishermen sing far away, and the geese walk diagonally on the waves in Dongting. Conquer and stay at the end of the world.
The swallows in the south of the Yangtze River are gently blowing the embroidered curtain wind. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty.
Jie Jie Xun Xidong. Wang Xiezhai once entered Qitang.
The smoke path passes over the flowers and flies far away, and the dreams in the morning window are hurried. Partially accounted for the apricot garden red.
The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves.
When will the round and the vacancy rest? The stars are far apart, and the wind is blowing into the new autumn.
Dangui doesn’t know how to shake and hate, Su’e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.
Jiangnan wine has a strong taste. I lie drunk in the deep alley in the spring breeze, looking for the fragrance at dawn to the east of the small bridge.
Bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells. The sandalwood board is drunk, and the people's faces turn red.
On the pavilion of green apricots, yellow plums and reds, anchovies and bitter bamboo shoots are served on a jade plate. If you are drunk, you can attack with worry.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is lightly cut into the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold.
Leng Yingqing Qing Huan. The toads and jade are so different that it’s easy to watch them again in the clear night.
Xie Nv's couplet poems cover the green curtain, and Ziyou takes advantage of the prosperity to spread the waves. It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.
It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. The smoke from the green tiles dims the willow bank, and the fragrance of red silk penetrates the plum blossom sky.
Floating and elegant. Morning and evening, they grow up in front of Chu Feng.
On a cold night, I am worried about wearing a gold pillow, and at dusk the river is deep and the magnolia boat is closed. The smoke and waves are connected far away.
Jiangnan bamboo is clear, moist and extremely fibrous. The deep path is intended to accommodate two phoenixes, and the back courtyard reflects the blooming peach blossoms.
The wind and moon shadow linger. The cold jade is thin, and the frost and sleet are urging each other.
The pink tears flowed empty and the makeup was there, and the sheep cart once came near the green branches. Don’t cut the dragon flute lightly.
Poems about the Jiangnan water town (2) Bodhisattva Man in Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.
The people on the side are like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart.
Nanhu Spring in Early Tang Dynasty by Bai Juyi The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.
The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy in flight, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.
The Kuai Zai Pavilion in Huangzhou, a water melody singer, was presented to Zhang Xianquan and Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The embroidered curtains are rolled up by the setting sun, and the water under the pavilion is connected to the sky. I know that you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet and green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely bird. Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not.
A thousand hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted. Suddenly the waves rose, and a white-headed leaf danced.
You can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but he has not yet understood the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Thirty-six spring waters, I want to see the south of the Yangtze River.
Bu Suanzi sent Bao Haoran to the King of Song Dynasty in eastern Zhejiang to observe. The water is like the waves in the eyes, and the mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks. If you want to ask passers-by where to go, the brows and eyes are full.
Only then did I send spring back, and then sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, you will live with it.
Poems from the Jiangnan Water Town (3) Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion, a water melody singer, presented to Zhang Xuanquan and Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The setting sun embroidered the curtains, and the water under the pavilion connected to the sky.
I know that you have made a new work for me. The windows are wet and green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely bird. Recognize the drunken man's words, and know whether the mountains are beautiful or not.
Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted. Suddenly the waves rose, and a white-headed leaf danced.
You can laugh at Mr. Lantai, but he has not yet understood the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path. A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Thirty-six spring waters, I want to see the south of the Yangtze River.
Bu Suanzi sent Bao Haoran to the King of Song Dynasty in eastern Zhejiang Province to observe the water. If you want to ask passers-by where to go, the brows and eyes are full.
Only then did I send spring back, and then sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, you will live with it.
Die Lian Hua Song Yan Jidao The heads of the golden scissors are fragrant, and when the colorful pistils are in bloom, they are not afraid of the cold weather. The clear snow has half disappeared, and the fragrance of crispy jelly has been exhausted by dawn makeup.
The twin green phoenixes on the twelfth floor and the ethereal singing sound remind me of Jiangnan Lane. Who can be drunk and dance in the spring breeze? Qin Yun already has a dream of a mandarin duck screen.
Butterfly Loves Flowers Song Yan Jidao dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. He traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River without meeting anyone else. There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.
If you try to exhaust this love letter, it will be like a wild goose and a sinking fish, and in the end there will be no evidence. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
Poems from Jiangnan Water Town (4) Butterfly Love Flower Song Yan Jidao The early plum blossoms in Qianye are full of beauty, the smile is cold, and the makeup is tried first. The moon-faced ice-skinned skin is delicate and fragrant, and the romantic new name is Dong Junyi.
—The spring is full of joy, no one can compare with it. The sound of horizontal jade blows all over the ground, and the good branches always regret that there is no one to send them.
Hu Tao practiced Song Yan Jidao. A plum blossom was reported for the first time in the small pavilion, which aroused interest in returning to the south of the Yangtze River. The scenery of Yuxi River is shaken, and the water is rippling and slanting.
The strange fragrance lasts until you are drunk in the countryside, and you still wake up because of the fragrance after being drunk. Fortunately, the jade and appearance are combined, and the people and flowers compete for beauty.
Song Yan Jidao, who stayed in spring, painted a screen on the bank of the sky, dreaming back and following the promise, and the clouds and waters of ten continents. Twisting red paper in hand and sending it to someone, writing about infinite and sad things.
The tall buildings of Biepu once leaned against each other, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River. In the sound of water flowing downstairs, there are the tears of Ping Gao that day.
Bodhisattva Man Song Yan Jidao There is no snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and the plum blossoms are white. People who remember plum blossoms are guests from the south of the Yangtze River. I still remember the old meeting, in the light smoke in the moonlight.
The jade face always has faith, and the return is near with a smile. When Huaiyuan went upstairs, the evening clouds and geese were low.
Qing Dynasty merchants complained about Song Yan Jidao. The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is still shallow, but the jade tower is warmest first. When I dream of a spring quilt, Jiangnan is still far away.
The brocade characters on the back pattern are hidden and cut. If you send it to me in bulk, you should return it late. If you want to ask about lovesickness, God. 8. Ancient poems describing the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River
The south of the Yangtze River is good. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is familiar to him in the past; when the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan? Recalling Jiangnan, Tang Dynasty, Huangfu's pines and orchids fell, and dark red bananas appeared on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking about the bridge by the post.
Recalling Jiangnan, Liu Yu of the Tang Dynasty left in Xichun! Thank you, people from Los Angeles. The weak willow tree lifts its sleeves from the wind, the orchids in the bushes seem to be soaked in dew, and even sitting alone is full of tears.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty is still young in spring, and the wind is blowing softly and the willows are slanting. If you try to stand on a transcendent stage, you will see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, mist and rain darkening thousands of homes.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River in Double Tune, Longevity and Autumn Waters. Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty raised his eyebrows and served the purple clouds with color. The nine-chao island in the sky is slowly rising, and the person in front of you is smiling.
People sing their own lyrics. There are chrysanthemums under the fence, one branch after another.
The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers my poem. When keeping the evening fragrance.
Two tunes looking to the south of the Yangtze River, longevity of Zhang Cuiweng and Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty. Seven days later, the board of directors will meet in front of the reclamation. During the second month of the month, the river will stop at 13,000 rivers.
The sun is going to be a drunken feast. The song is about snow, except it is said in the snow.
Looking at the repeated failures of the Immortality Department, what is the use of orange millet in front of me? Singing to myself as the Magpie Bridge Immortal.
Jiangnan Hao/Reminiscences of Jiangnan Song Dynasty Zhao Shixia's sky is surrounded by water, and the water is far away and connected with the sky. The sky is pure and horizontal, the cold moon is shining, and the water, light and moonlight are both.
The moon reflects the sky in the water. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times.
When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to the common people.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty The sun is shining forever, and the moon invades the bed at first night. The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool.
On the pillow is a fairyland. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River During the Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan's wandering prostitutes dispersed and walked back to the embankment alone.
The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city. Jiumo is not stained with mud.
Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala is not a success. Outside the wall, I see flowers looking for the way around, horses are passing by in the shade of willows, and orioles are singing.
Everywhere is miserable. Recalling Jiangnan, Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun has a lot of hatred, and his hatred is as far as the end of the world.
The mountains and the moon don’t know what’s going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of them are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying. After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.
Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting Hui veins are long and the water is long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou! Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, Dai Fuzhu of the Song Dynasty has left unfinished work, which is to continue the good work of Hushan in Siqu, and to be knowledgeable about the past and connect to the present. There are thousands of scrolls hidden in the three rooms of the knotted house, and a single stroke of a brush can amount to a thousand pieces of gold.
There are friends all over the world. Just outside the door is Huyin.
Walking along the Wanliu embankment and having fun, chanting when drunk on Baihua Island. Live up to your lifelong ambition.
Jiangnan Willow, Song Dynasty, Zhang Xian and Sui Dynasty The embankment is far away, the waves are fast and the road dust is light. Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells on Willow Bridge. It makes people sad when they see them parting ways, not to mention caring about oneself? After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City.
I lean on the towers high in the city and hope that my body can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River Tang Dynasty Li Yu's leisurely dreams are far away, and the southern country is in full bloom.
There are orchestral music on the boat and the river is facing Lu, and the city is filled with flying catkins and light dust. Busy killing the flower watchers! Idle dreams are far away, it is autumn in the southern country.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are cold and far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.
Looking at Jiangnan/Reminiscing about Jiangnan. On the south bank of Wangqi River in Song Dynasty, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails have gone and the sky has aged, the tides have risen and the sun has set.
The north and the south are separated from each other. The ups and downs of things are the same through the ages.
The fishing market is dawning in the solitary smoke at the foot of the mountain, and the drizzle is deep in the restaurant beside the willow. Travelers should not come here.
Jiangnan grass is as easy to plant as it is to be traced. The orioles' tongues are confused as they reflect the fallen flowers, and the souls of Nanpu's guests disappear due to the green fascination.
Fighting against the green robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and the tenderness is overwhelming.
It rains at night in the distant green sky, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams about Lan Tiao?
Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is coming, the smoke is gathering, the wind is clear, the waves are blowing out cold flowers.
Deliver the stars far away. A man of fame and fortune, wandering and yet to return home.
In front of Xisai Mountain, the fishermen sing far away, and the geese walk diagonally on the waves in Dongting. Conquer and stay at the end of the world.
The swallows in the south of the Yangtze River are gently blowing in the embroidered curtain wind. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty.
Jie Jie Xun Xidong. Wang Xiezhai once entered Qitang.
The smoke path passes over the flowers and flies far away, and the dreams in the morning window are hurried. Partially accounted for the apricot garden red.
The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves.
When will the round and the vacancy rest? The stars are far apart, and the wind is blowing into the new autumn.
Dangui doesn’t know how to shake and hate, Su’e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.
Jiangnan wine has a strong taste. I lie drunk in the deep alley in the spring breeze, looking for the fragrance at dawn to the east of the small bridge.
Bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells. The sandalwood board is drunk, and the people's faces turn red.
On the pavilion of green apricots, yellow plums and reds, anchovies and bitter bamboo shoots are served on a jade plate. If you are drunk, you can attack with worry.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is lightly cut into the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold.
Leng Yingqing Qing Huan. The toads and jade are so different that it’s easy to watch them again in the clear night.
Xie Nv's couplet poems cover the green curtain, and Ziyou takes advantage of the prosperity to spread the waves. It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.
It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. The smoke from the green tiles dims the willow bank, and the fragrance of red silk penetrates the plum blossom sky.
Floating and elegant. Morning and evening, they grow up in front of Chu Feng.
On a cold night, I am worried about wearing a gold pillow, and at dusk the river is deep and the magnolia boat is closed. The smoke and waves are connected far away.
Jiangnan bamboo is clear, moist and extremely fibrous. The deep path is intended to accommodate two phoenixes, and the back courtyard reflects the blooming peach blossoms.
The wind and moon shadow linger. The cold jade is thin, and the frost and sleet are urging each other.
The pink tears flowed empty and the makeup was there, and the sheep cart once came near the green branches. Don’t cut the dragon flute lightly.