Author: Wang Anshi
The small bridge on the flat river bank is surrounded by thousands of people. Shui Rou blue, lingering with flowers and plants. There are some windows in the hut. Dust can't reach it. There is always a spring breeze.
Go to bed in the afternoon and smell the birds. Sleeping is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today. Dreaming is good. I forgot Handan Road at a loss.
Qingping letishanglu bridge
Author: Xin Qiji
Qingxi runs fast. Regardless of the castle peak. Thousands of miles of big plates level the world. It's more like a mountain range.
Ancient and modern tombs and vast valleys. Mulberry trees are often planted in the market. This place is incredibly successful, and it seems to be a small rise.
Wang Wan, Luo Qiao
Author: Meng Jiao
When Tianjin Bridge was frozen, Luoyang became a stranger.
Yuliu Qingxi is idle, and the snow in Songshan Mountain can be seen directly in the moonlight.
Huanxisha Hongqiao
Author: Wang Shizhen
Painted a radial image, saw the shadow of Yang hanging under the red bridge, and his desire to find the past has disappeared.
Pointing to the road outside Pingshan, there are countless water breaks, and the new worries are divided into Guangling tide.
Bodhisattva Chilan Bridge Jinxiang Street Straight
Author: Chen Ke
Chilan Bridge is as straight as Xiang Jie, while Cage Street is as slender as willow. The jade is clear in the sky, and the flowers are clear and red.
Yellow shirts fly to white horses, and brothels descend every day. Drunk eyes don't meet people, and incense blows dark dust in the afternoon.