Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan Song
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 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 fly obliquely on Dongting waves. 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. The bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells.
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. Deep path wants to stay in a double phoenix lodge, and * * * reflects Mo Mo. The wind and the moon are falling.
Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Tommy Tam mo green vegetables
What do you mean bare and far away?
It is similar to Tao Yuanming's self-bias.
That is to maintain a correct attitude and be indifferent and free and easy when things happen, then people can naturally stay away from the hubbub.
What is the meaning of "bleak and distant" in "pat all over the railing"
It is similar to Tao Yuanming's self-bias.
Is to keep the right attitude and naturally stay away from the hubbub.
What do you mean by exposure?
In life, when you feel helpless and disappointed about a reality or something, will you think of a paradise that belongs to you and yearn for a free and carefree life? This state of mind is far-reaching because of nudity, floating in the air.
Feeling helpless or disappointed about something, and then longing for a kind of sustenance that can make the mind calm and calm, either a pure land somewhere, a detached spiritual realm, or someone … and so on. This state of mind is called bleak and profound.
What kind of poem is Jiangnan?
Ask influential people to help arrange sth.
Jiangnan poetry
Jiangnan yinshi
Bai Juyi, Tang Hao, Jiangnan
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?
Yi Tang Jiangnan Huang fusong
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.
I Tang Jiangnan Liu Yuxi
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.
Wangjiangnan Dongpo
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.
Double Carving King Jiangnan Shouqiushui Liu Song Chenweng
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.
Looking at Jiangnan Life in Double Tones: Zhang Cuiweng, Liu Song and 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.
Jiangnan Good/Memories Jiangnan 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.
Southern Song Dynasty in Wang Jiang
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.
Wang Jiang, Zhou Bangyan in Southern Song Dynasty
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.
Yi Tang Jiangnan Wen ting yun
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying 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!
Wang Jiangnan fugu
There are unfinished, for the continuation of four songs.
Good lakes and mountains, rich in ancient and modern times. 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.
Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan
Sui dike is far away, and the dangerous road is light. 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. When the city goes upstairs, I hope I can walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.
Wang liyu
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. 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.
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan Song
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 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 fly obliquely on Dongting waves. 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. The bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells.
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 ......
Jiangnan poetry
Jiangnan yinshi
Bai Juyi, Tang Hao, Jiangnan
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?
Yi Tang Jiangnan Huang fusong
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.
I Tang Jiangnan Liu Yuxi
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.
Wangjiangnan Dongpo
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.
Double Carving King Jiangnan Shouqiushui Liu Song Chenweng
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.
Looking at Jiangnan Life in Double Tones: Zhang Cuiweng, Liu Song and 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.
Jiangnan Good/Memories Jiangnan 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.
Southern Song Dynasty in Wang Jiang
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.
Wang Jiang, Zhou Bangyan in Southern Song Dynasty
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.
Yi Tang Jiangnan Wen ting yun
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying 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!
Wang Jiangnan fugu
There are unfinished, for the continuation of four songs.
Good lakes and mountains, rich in ancient and modern times. 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.
Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan
Sui dike is far away, and the dangerous road is light. 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. When the city goes upstairs, I hope I can walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.
Wang liyu
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. 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.
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan Song
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 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 fly obliquely on Dongting waves. 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. The bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells.
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 ......
Ancient Jiangnan poetry
Berthing Guazhou
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 to say that 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. Dark spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed? The phoenix fan returns and dances wildly. Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?
The study room is bright and warm, dancing all day long. In the meantime, if you are tired, you will stick to the small garden for a long time.
Year: Song Author: Lu You
A deep sleep wins * * *, and Jiangnan is still alive in October.
The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.
On the moon, I suddenly saw the shadow of plum blossoms, and the wind was high to send geese.
A cup is too weak for you to laugh, and a cow is carrying our horn song.
South of the Yangtze river
Year: Korean Author: Han Anonymous genre: Yuefu
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,
Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.
For Ye Fan.
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains.
Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Listen to the original.
Women who sleep in the rain and sell wine in Jiangnan restaurant are very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Song of the south river
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Liu Yun
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset.
Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
Why don't old friends return? Spring flowers are too late to recover.
You don't know anything new, but you teach by example.
Yanghuaqu
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Tang Huixiu
Full of love, the wind is full of thoughts.
Cover your tears and pay attention, fold the orchids and stay.
Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise.
The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles.
Grass grows under the deep embankment and clouds enter the high city.
In spring, people are thinking, and thinking is always king.
Nanhu spring jujube
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Seven Laws
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling.
Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.
It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
Spring dream-a short good time
Year: Tang Author: Style: Ancient Seven Dynasties
Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River.
I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Qiaojinmen
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Sadness. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet from Xiaoloushan. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. Falling flowers outside the curtain can't fly. The east wind is weak.
Visit an old friend in a country inn
Year: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Style: Five Methods ......