Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi School: Four Wonders Category: Lv Ji
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Four Musts
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Zaolanxiang Huaian Chongwu
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, and the red yarn faded. I was very sad. Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, 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 go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision. But disappointed, repeated the new toad, with people.
The order of warbler's voice and swallow
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Residual cold deceives sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang embroiders households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms. Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable. Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled. Check in the dark, leave marks and spit happily, but still dye partridge,
2. "The Complete Works of Jiangnan Poetry Talk" Jiangnan Poetry Talk sings Jiangnan Good Tang, Bai Juyi Good Jiangnan, and the scenery has been familiar; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
Recall Liu Yuxi's spring outing in Tang Jiangnan! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo's spring scenery is not old, and the weather is beautiful. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
Liu Song Chen Weng, Qi Mei, Xia Zi Chua. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you.
People sing their own songs. A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk.
Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.
Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand.
This will be a feast. Sing about snow, except snow.
Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.
Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight.
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 beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool.
The pillow is a fairyland. 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 west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.
Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler.
There is sadness everywhere. Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much.
I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said some unfinished words, which are beneficial to the continuation of the four famous songs, and Bo Gu is interlinked with today. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious.
There are bosom friends in the world. Outside, the lake is close at hand.
Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.
Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west.
I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.
The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn.
Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.
North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.
Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.
Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.
Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.
Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.
Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese sway obliquely in Dongting Lake. Travel around the world.
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.
I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.
Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.
When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.
Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.
Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.
On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.
Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.
Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.
It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.
On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely.
The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.
Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, 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 and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Dream of Jiangnan Qingqu Dajun sad leaves, leaves do not return. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches.
And the water is late. Song Yang Wanli, who stayed in the new city, spent most of his spring time on willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them in restaurants.
Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic. The smoke from the furnace in Huangsong Pavilion of Tijuehai Temple is gloomy and watery, and the firewood around the Zen bed and bamboo around the stream.
In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade. Song Queqiao Fairy, yesterday moored the boat, the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds opened thousands of miles.
The torrential rain in front of the mountain overflowed the stream and washed away the heat of the world. Twilight crow, falling into the sky, is autumn.
Being a fool can't celebrate the new cool, and the west wind rises again. Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of families.
At the end of the day, there was a plane crash and there was not much contact. Stupid and delusional, watching the night in Han Yin, waiting for Yunfei.
Who knows that Niu Girl is old enough to have fun? Manjianghong-Hexing Job Building rhymes with his friends, the sky is thin and cold, and the country is full of frost leaves.
Wan Li west wind stuffed geese, a few sad pharynx. You can hear Huai Tian's voice, but who can tell you what you hate?
Lean on dry, old tears fall, flat. With a dagger, waist length.
Yesterday's ambition, today's fahua. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.
If you want to chop, rat, live and bury nine fields, poor black rabbit will do the same. Envy canals, brush cliffs, and don't write articles.
On the first day of February, I watched the lights day and night. Occasionally, the streets of Chen Qingzhi are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights are shining brightly. It's spring in Xiaoguan, and I still doubt it's Lantern Festival tonight.
Walking in the pool of Ten Scenes is like a field with barriers. The name of Ten Scenes has not been complete for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.
Xiang Ying reeds make autumn sounds in Shaocun Night Park, and the canoe park is the night pavilion. The guest is in love.
3. What are the poems describing the three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River? 1 and Yellow Crane Tower?
Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only Hanyang trees can be clearly seen in the long white clouds and sunshine, and Nautilus Island is covered with a piece of green grass. It is getting late. Looking into the distance, where is my hometown? In front of me, I saw a mist hanging over the river, which brought people deep sorrow.
2. Yellow Crane Tower-Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day. The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, heading for the distant sky.
3. "Listening to Yellow Crane Tower flute with Shi Langzhong Qin"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Once a degenerate, just like Jia Yi went to Changsha, he looked west every day, but he couldn't see Chang 'an or his home. The Yellow Crane Tower heard the flute of plum blossom, which made Jiangcheng see plum blossom fall again in May.
4. Climbing Yueyang Tower
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
I heard the other day that Dongting Lake is magnificent, and today I finally boarded Yueyang Tower as I wish. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. No news from relatives or friends. I am old and sick, and I am wandering alone. The northern border war broke out again, and I leaned against the railing and cried.
5. "Twelve Summers Climbing Yueyang Tower"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Climb the Yueyang Tower and overlook the Yangtze River until you reach the open Dongting Lake.
It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month.
On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky.
The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return.
Climb the Yueyang Tower to see the surrounding scenery, and the river leads to the open Dongting. It makes me sad to see geese flying south, and the distant peaks bring a good moon. Wait for the cloud upstairs to make a reservation and a glass of wine in the sky to upload. After being drunk, a cool breeze rose, blowing sleeves and dancing with the wind, and then we came back.
4. Poems about Jiangnan: Tang Author: Han Yi
Send Li Xiu to Jiangnan (a work to send Sun Ge back to Jiangnan).
Cross the Huaihe River to rest grass and return to the East for thousands of miles. Wild water comes out of Wushan, and birds fly to Yue.
Lotus fragrance goes with it, and Meiyu orders clothes. Many Cangjiang customers, such as Junda, are rare.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
For the brothel banquet, the pretty girl recommended Yao Cup. A piece of Baiyun River looks at the moon, and the international evening tide drags on. The character was mistaken for Yaotai. Drunk wine brushed my cheek. The delicate face is no longer pink, and the fragrant red is better than the snow cage plum. The standard is particularly dusty.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Think about your moments in the air. One step, Huaying is in a state of confusion, and tears hang down two lines. When will the victory be? Disease is the hardest thing to keep. There is no place to put it in my heart, and the tea rack was delayed last month. Who knows that melancholy.
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity. After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Willow in the south of the Yangtze River is soft. When the flowers fall, they touch the wine lamp and the wicker blows under their heads. Everyone is romantic. The moon in Jiangnan is as complicated as a mirror. Like a mirror, it doesn't invade your face, like a hook without hanging a curtain. Dragons are pressed to leave their sorrows.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang. Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Spring is getting old, when will spring clothes change? The winding water is low, the banana leaves are stable, and the dancing wind is soft and light. The music rose to. After a light rain, there is no impulse to plow. A hundred tongues are silent, peaches and plums are exhausted, and the depths of Zhelin are singing. Spring belongs to radish.
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud. Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.
Year: Song Author: Li Gang
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Return passengers to ride across the river. Maodian chickens crow cold and tease the moon, and Banqiao is cold and frosty. Look at Chu Tianchang again. Early spring letter, mountain wild plum fragrance. The curtain reflecting water and wine rises obliquely in the sun, and fishing boats ring quietly in the forest. The sun sets.
5. Poems about three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River climb Yueyang Tower.
Du Fu
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing. Pavilion of Prince Teng
Bo Wang
Wang Teng Linjiang Zhu and Ming Luan went dancing.
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. Yellow crane tower Li Bai
Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou from Yellow Crane Tower.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
6. Poetry about Jiangnan 1, Jiangnan is good-Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
2. Remembering Jiangnan-Tang Huangfusong
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
3. Recalling Jiangnan-Yuxi, Liu Tang
Spring has passed! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
4. Looking south-Dongpo, Su Song
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
5. Looking at Longevity and Autumn Water in Jiangnan with Double Tones-Chen Weng, Liu Song
Qi Mei, the color waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you. People sing their own songs.
A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk. Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.
6. Looking at Longevity in the South of the Yangtze River with Dual Tones —— Liu Song Chen Weng.
Seven days later, Dong Hui will be before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand. This will be a feast.
Sing about snow, except snow. Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.
7, Jiangnan good/memory Jiangnan-Song Zhao Shi Xia
The sky is full of water, and the water is far from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight. 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 beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.
8. Looking at Jiangnan-Song Zhu Dunru
Inflammation is eternal, and the first night invades the bed. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland.
9. Looking at Jiangnan-Song Zhou Bangyan
Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.
Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.
10, recalling Jiangnan-Ting Yun, Tang Wen
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!
7. Poetry 1 Including Jiangnan, Bai Hao, Jiangnan Juyi-Tang.
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
2. Recall the Huangfu Songtang in Jiangnan.
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
3. Recalling Yuxi Tang
Spring has passed! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
4. Look at Su Dongpo in Jiangnan-Song Dynasty
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers in spring, and there are thousands of flowers in misty rain.
5, the double song "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River and Keeping Autumn Water" Liu Chenweng-Song
Qi Mei, the color waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you. People sing their own songs.
A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk. Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. When you save the evening fragrance
6, Jiangnan is good, remembering Jiangnan Zhao-Song
The sky is full of water, and the water is far from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight. 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 beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Hugh talks to laity.
7. Looking at Jiangnan Zhou Bangyan-Song
Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine grinds never touch mud.
Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.
8. Recalling Ting Yun in Tang Dynasty in Jiangnan.
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what's on my mind, but water and wind are falling before my eyes, swaying Yun Lan.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, the light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken.
9. Wang Jiangnan Li Weitang?
Idle dreams are far away, bloom in the south. The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Busy killing flower watchers
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
10, Wang Jiangnan, recalling Jiangnan-Wang Qi (the original poem is too long, and the first and last sentences represent it. This poem is more complicated. It is more complicated to write about Jiang Nanan, grass, water, swallow, moon, wine, snow, rain and bamboo. )
Jiang Nanan, clouds and trees are half sunny and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets. North-south separation
Create or destroy something, and it will last forever. Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. The traveler is not on the scene.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. Wandering in the wind and the moon
Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Tommy Tam mo green vegetables
8. Poem about Jiangnan Town 1 "Water Fairy Chants about Jiangnan"
Yuan dynasty: Zhang
The sun shines on the river, and thin smoke rises. The eaves painted by people on both sides of the strait are connected, and the beams are connected. The river is surrounded by lotus flowers, so it is quiet. Looking at Sha Ou, it turns around on the river, and the curtains of every household are full of fragrant wind. Beautiful boats seem to fall from the sky, and the flag of the restaurant flutters in the wind. People really love Jiangnan!
The sun shines on the river, creating fine smoke, and the eaves painted by people on both sides of the strait are connected, and the beams are connected. There are many lotus flowers on the river, and Qiu Guang is desolate. Look, Sha Ou flies and hovers over the river again and again, and the fragrant wind is floating in every bead curtain. Beautiful ships seem to be coming from the horizon, and the flag of the restaurant is flying in the wind. Jiangnan, really cute!
2. Fengqiao
moustache
The grass is rustling outside Changzhou Garden, but it takes a long time to go around the city.
Only by not forgetting today can we get rid of the rain at dusk and cross the Maple Bridge.
The grass outside Changzhou Garden has become rustling and sad. It was a long time ago that I visited this city. Only when we break up, we will never forget that we crossed the Maple Bridge in the dusk.
Qiao Feng is now in Suzhou (Qiao Feng is in the west of Suzhou, in front of Hanshan Temple). Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge refers to this bridge.
3. "Two Rains after Drinking Chuqing Lake (I)"
Su Shi in Song Dynasty
Welcome guests to the sunrise, and stay drunk at night.
This means Jia Jun won't. One glass is the narcissus king.
The sky was hazy, and I went to meet the guests from afar. The morning light gradually dyed the mountains red. Boating in the West Lake at night, there was a shower in the sky, and all the guests were drunk as a fiddler.
The West Lake is suitable for rain or shine, so charming, but the guests don't fully appreciate it. If you want to feel the magical beauty of paradise on earth, you should enjoy it with the patron saint of the West Lake, Narcissus King.
4. Xing Wu's miscellaneous poems
Qing Dynasty: Ruan Yuan
At the turn of the four rivers, the city is inclined and scattered into thousands of streams all over the house.
Plant water chestnut in the depths, rice in the depths and lotus in the depths.
Four rivers crisscross Wuxing City, and the flow direction deviates from the city wall. These four rivers are divided into many streams, and many families live on them.
Residents use this excellent natural condition to plant water chestnut in deep water, rice in shallow water and lotus in shallow water.
5. Xiangzi Tree Around the Village
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
Trees surround the village and water fills the pond. Wandering in the east wind, high-spirited. The small garden is full of spring. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white and cauliflower yellow.
Far away from the fence, there is a dark hall. Next to Qingqing and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally take the opportunity to flatten Donggang. Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy.
Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond and bathes in the east wind. I walk with enthusiasm. Although the small garden is small, it is full of spring. Peach blossom is red, plum blossom is white and cauliflower is golden.
There are several thatched cottages in the distance. The blue flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood by the stream. Occasionally, I will take a walk through the hills in the east. Birds are singing, swallows are flying and butterflies are flying. It is a beautiful spring.