At dusk at the ferry, people compete for flow.
It's near Zhong Temple and far from Jiangcun.
Seeing the homesickness of geese and smelling the tears of apes.
Alone outside Wan Li, the autumn moon is unbearable.
Du Xunhe, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sent people to visit Wu.
When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.
Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.
The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.
Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.
Seeing friends off to visit wuyue: Du Xunhe, a poet of Tang Dynasty.
Because wuyue borders, you must pass through Wudi if you want to cross the border.
Oranges and lotus flowers are famous for their products. Oranges and lotus flowers grown in wuyue are not born without water.
The brightly lit night market, intoxicated with the spring night, the bridge is brightly lit and the roads outside the temple gather.
The people of wuyue are hospitable. You may stay for a long time, and you won't want to leave.
Huang Ji, a poet in Southern Song Dynasty
The snow near Liu Jimei is dry. The butterfly is in a ball again.
Wandering Jianghu people have neglected music and lights.
Pour turbid wine, cherish the fleeting time. When should I wear Yaqi Night Market?
Peace and happiness are always there, but I'm afraid I won't be in the mood when I get old.
A Winter Night by Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty
No matter how hard I was born, I was 10% off the ground.
Your majesty promised to retire, but fortunately he left the world.
Living in a secluded neighborhood, I won't sweep the ruts.
The underground furnace clears the night market, and the lights are dim.
Open the door to the courtyard, white as snow.
Smell the crane across the stream, and the spirit is clear.
One year, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You.
Don't beg the sacred forest for rain or shine, the weather will explain itself to the west.
There is no hurry to collect, and the new wine is full of laughter.
Outdoor night stop, Qi people urge spring ploughing.
It is said that there are three drums in the night market, and I hate Pang Gong for not entering the city.
He Yang Poems by Li Shangyin, a Poet in Tang Dynasty
The Yellow River falls from the sky, and Lou Yu's shadow is near the roof. Long-term drinking cups,
The host smiled at the red rose. Qi Ze came to the east for seventy miles, and the long ditch was cut and buried by clouds.
Unfortunately, the autumn eyes are shining, and the Han tomb is yellow dust. Nanpu old fish fishy old saliva,
Hibiscus pearl secret character. I never dreamed of sending it to central Hunan, so I'm going to throw it away.
I remember that the dumpling skin cut Xiao Zhuo, and the butterfly flew back to the forest. Green embroidery fills the bag and sees no one.
Bite Xia Hong late at night. Orchids cry and show new fragrance and die, and draw shallow pine streams.
Chu Si felt that the bamboo branches were tall, and new words were written on thin paper. Red Guards Palace in Brazil's night market,
The arm in the back room was dyed red. Southland thirsty geese fly long, and reed flowers blow the west wind all night.
Lian Xiao broke the dragonfly wing, but Luo Ping was free of cyan. Wan Yu has not fished for 3,000 years,
Lotus house is secretly loved by dragons. Wet silver is injected into the mirror, and the firewood reflects the cold of the moon.
I don't know where the osmanthus tree is, but the immortal can't get rid of the double golden stems. A hundred feet of wind plunged into a heavy house,
The side is close to purple with a soft green color. I don't know how to get on the moon, a bunch of bamboo sticks.
Lu Lun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sent Ji Zhongfu's school books to jiusan, Chuzhou.
Blue robe non-success pavilion lang, laughing and talking about the marquis. The old cloud cave is hidden, and the new poems are full of emperors.
Gao Xian is famous, and there are people vying for knowledge everywhere. Who knows that ice and snow have already mixed.
How's this? There are many roads in Donggaoqi. Looking back, I will recall Cang Bo.
I've been tired for several years, but I'm talking about Huainan music. Parallel to the upper reaches of the lake, even in the middle of the moon.
Sneaking into Nagato along the road, Qiandeng Night Market is noisy. I like to meet my neighbors and ask about my hometown in a distant way.
Under the Huaihe River, the wind and rain are urgent, and the trees are divided into suburban cities. Send guests away along the coast and keep people away from the sails.
The fishing village is surrounded by rice fields, separated by fine smoke. If you want to get drunk in the forest, sleep on the stone in advance.
The forest before dawn is dim, but it is moving towards the clouds. If you dive into a mountain without a road, you will know that there are flowers.
It's dawn when you climb the mountain, and you can see the Spring City when you look down. The grass in the cave is empty and long, and the people at the tomb cultivate themselves.
A few trips to a foreign land, thousands of peaks and shadows. Dew condenses the ancient altar, and the sound of spring falls into the cold well.
You can't live forever, so don't feel sorry for yourself. To ask Taoyuanke, who sees chaos?
Liu Chenweng, a poet in the late Southern Song Dynasty, wrote a preface to Ti Ying.
In a hurry, there is no need to wake up the people in the hut. It's a defeat, it's blunt, and it's not against the minister. It's been since death. What's more, picking 800 silkworms and watching silkworm weaving in a small window at night? Man started from suffering and taught people to hang Wolong. Don't have beautiful women, chasing peaches and hating plums. Ningxiang embroidered quilt. Strive to know that a strong man laments that rustling is cold water. Ask Jing Qing, Tian Heng's tomb, who will carry the wine for you? When the moon falls on the frost bridge, the old man does not see his shoes. If you don't do it, the deceased will be like this for a long time. This is my plan, and it is also my plan. But a place where spring is sweet and fish are beautiful. I don't want to be talented again in my life. Fame and fortune came out immediately, and Mo Shusheng made a personnel mistake. I used to plant Liujiang beach, climb branches and break strips, and I was so happy with trees. Get up and smile, hedge chrysanthemum, and talk to you again. Try to turn back, Longshan road is broken, horses are deserted, autumn wind in Weishui, Shahe night market. Hugh Momo, don't worry about me. I am crazy about singing, but singing is not a cavity. At this time, the shadow becomes three, and moths dance. Why are people happy?
Long Tao Shayuan Xi Yu Zi Yunzhi Ming Dynasty poet: Ling Hanyun
The rain beat on the lantern. Nowhere to invite friends. How can it be like a window? Yimanya Banner wears the night market, and the iron horse springs ice. Singing and dancing, someone once. Fatigue and efforts to gain energy. Luo Yue cuts clothes for Wu Ling. Mr. Jindao has retired, and his hat is black.