Poems and verses related to bridges:
1. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water. The old road is full of thin horses in the west wind, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. ("Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan)
2. There are many sentimental scenes beside Lingsi Bridge, and it is clear that the lake is surrounded by the pond. You can hear the quiet birds before and after the flowers on the shore, and the moon on the lake complains about the green poplar trees. The yin that can promote the age is white hair, and the horse that rides the wind skillfully is the spring light. Why should I turn into a crane and return to China, only to remember my hometown withered away. ("Lingbo Bridge" by Li Shen)
3. Having a picnic across the faint flying bridge, we are looking at fishing boats on the west bank of Shiji. The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long. Where is the clear stream in the cave morning? ("Peach Blossom Creek" Zhang Xu)
4. Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same. ("Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei" by Lu You)
5. The misty clouds are beside the painting building, and the sky is raining outside the magnolia boat. Who knew that I was so pure and crazy that I could monopolize autumn for ten miles south of the city? ("Under the Bozhou Lake Bridge Restaurant")
6. The river at the head of Yuhui Bridge is dim, and a solitary smoke rises from the village shop across the river. The cold clouds are hanging down and the snow is falling in the fields, and the broken geese are keeping the crowd awake. Wandering thousands of miles back to my homeland, I spent my whole life riding on the sky. In his later years, he still wanted to learn from Zhou Kong, but he suddenly went to live in front of the Buddha to embroider. ("On the River")
7. When Su Bi first ascended to the east of Yu Temple, the wind brought me a solitary canopy. Beyond the vast mountains and jade sea, people are in the mist of the kettle. The lights in the hut are green and the barking dogs are heard, and the smoke of the pingting is faint and the tigers are startled. The white head is still able to withstand the cold, and it is safe to fish all year round. ("Going across the lake from the Three Bridges to the Three Mountains under the Moon")
8. When I first left the small market gate after untying the cable, I released my pole to break through the clouds in a stream. The fireflies gather and disperse to form a formation, and the water birds fly and sing like a flock. The maples fall on the river and the autumn is getting old. The river is pouring and the night will be divided. Scholars always have ambitions of fame and fame, but they sing songs while drunk to enjoy themselves. ("An Odyssey on a Boat on the Hongqiao Autumn Evening")
9. Beside the old trees in Sanliang Fishing Village, a fisherman is mending nets and prongs on the bow of the boat. Banqiao thatched hut in Hunan Dai, carrying flowers in the rain is even more pitiful. ("Twelve Poems on Willow Branches in Jianhu Lake")
10. Suddenly I felt a little better and called the boy to help me down to the hall. Cold clouds cover the river stems, and miserable snow is about to begin. Dogs bark at the fence and chickens peck at the fence. Walking slowly past the house, drunkenly laughing and enjoying the entertainment. ("Walking Alone, Returning across the Willow Bridge" by Lu You)
11. If the long bridge lies on the waves, what is the dragon if there is no cloud? If the road is empty and the road is empty, what will be the rainbow if there is no sky? ("Ode to Epang Palace" by Du Mu)
12. There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. ("Wo Yi Xiang" Liu Yuxi)
13. The clouds on the distant mountains under the water are like snow, and the grass on the flat shore beside the bridge is like smoke. ("The allegorical play of the drunken Mr. Niu in Nanzhuang, presented to Lotte and his insights" Liu Yuxi)
14. Building a boat as a beam does not show its light. ("Book of Songs. Daya. Ming Dynasty")
15. Enter the East Gate Camp in the morning and go to Heyang Bridge in the evening. ("The Songs of Hengchui·Later Out of the Fortress Part Two" by Du Fu)
16. The smoke envelopes the green pavilion, and the flowing writing touches the painted bridge. ("Spring Banquet at the Lotus Garden" by Li Qiao)
17. Gradually entering Xinfeng Road, the fading red reflects the small bridge. Hun Ru has been ill for seven years, but he just got one pill and it was gone. ("The Road Back" by Lu Guimeng)
18. It is late spring in Nanqiao, with willows and green canals. If we can't work together, we will achieve nothing. ("Farewell" Huangfu Ran)
19. The clear green color is close, but the long pavilion road is far away. No one is breaking the smoke, and the setting sun is blowing over the creek bridge. ("Willows on the Way" by Li Zhong)
20. The willows in Jingu Garden look like they are dancing in spring. How beautiful the scenery is, walking up Luoyang Bridge alone.
("Shangluo Bridge" Li Yi)