What poems begin with the word "Nan"?

Poems that begin with the word "South" include Feng He Yu Ping Hu, Wei Fenghe's Servant Shooting Autumn Return, Bai Xing Lu Guanying Zhi, Hu Mengxing, Jiang Cun Xing and so on.

"Fenghe Royal Pinghu"? Author: Han Xiu

There are many herdsmen in the south, and the long river is filled with the atmosphere. Jade Fu Xuan Shi, and Jin Yue worship the general. Even the clouds are dark. It is harmful to enter the DPRK when the stars set at night. At first, I saw a faint warning, but I saw the fire burning. After success, he played the song of triumph and returned to honor after the war. Saint Chen Qing Temple is a great monarch. Where glory meets feathers, he sings and dances.

"Fenghe Royal Pinghu"? Author: Han Xiu

There are many herdsmen in the south, and the long river is filled with the atmosphere. Jade Fu Xuan Shi, and Jin Yue worship the general. Even the clouds are dark. It is harmful to enter the DPRK when the stars set at night. At first, I saw a faint warning, but I saw the fire burning. After success, he played the song of triumph and returned to honor after the war. Saint Chen Qing Temple is a great monarch. Where glory meets feathers, he sings and dances.

Fortunately, the original view of Bailu should be made, right? Author: Li Ran

Ride on the hill and return to Fengjing. Nanshan is full of four brave men and Xishan is full of two children. Clouds hang in the garden, and Xiabei recommends Chicheng. The gods are very close to our land. Why go to Peng Ying?

Tiger Walk? Author: Zhang Ji

Trees in Nanshan and Beishan are invisible, and tigers walk around in the forest during the day. In the evening, the elk in the mountains are silent. Every year, the adopted son is in the empty valley, and the male and female do not go up the mountain. There is a mountain village near the cave in the valley, and yellow calves are often brought from people in the village. Wu Ling was too young to shoot, so he came to the forest to see the trail.

A trip to Jiangcun? Author: Zhang Ji

The water depth in Nantang is all asparagus, and growing rice in the field is not a boundary. The phosphorus in the farm is at the bottom of the water, and the jacket is half stained with mud in the reeds. The desert sand in the field has become a house, and when it comes back, it is a cow, staying alone. The flooded hands and feet are covered with sores and the mountains fly around. Mulberry is going to sleep again, but my mother-in-law won't go to the fields when picking mulberry. The hot and dry weather in the south of the Yangtze River is poisonous, and the seedlings move brightly in the rain. A year's practice is long and hard, and every family has to compete with God.