The Fisherman's Pride (Fan Zhongyan) is thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long. "The first song of Zaqu Ci Shui Diao Song" is the setting sun in the west, and the stars are high and low in Gansu. Bai Juyi's "Shi Yusheng Xinpingju Sijue Gaoting" looks at the oblique topic of sunset, and a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.
Du Mu's "Two Couples in Qi 'an County" is on the sunset creek bridge. In the half-wisp of smoke and willow shadows, Li Bai's "Deng Xinping Lou" is far away and the water is cool. The sunset is on the hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.
Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.
"To the Fortress" (Wang) The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. To see the sun, for all his glory, the sunset was buried by the coming night, heartbroken people sprinkled water in the sunset of Tianya, half a river rustled, and half a red mountain reflected water in the sunset. The grass is ruthless, the mountains outside the setting sun sound, and several peaks are silent. When the sun sets, I will think of you in the clouds and me in the sunset.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, pilgrims' hats carry the sunset, kitchen smoke from supper floats up from the house, green hills are thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset merge into one, and the sunset melts into gold. Where are people? .
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, 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! 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 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.
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. A poem about Jiangnan is anchored in 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 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,
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. Poetry and Music Garden Scenic Spot about Sunset
Li shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Ma Zhiyuan
Old vines, old trees, faint crows
Small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
Fang Ting, a man from Qin Guan.
Mountain painted Wei Yun, the sky faded, and the horn was painted to break the door.
Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue.
How many Penglai past events, looking back, are all fog.
Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village.
Enchanting, at this moment, the sachet is hidden and the ribbon is light.
Winning a brothel is lucky in name only.
When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves.
At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
Say goodbye to brother Jin after going through customs.
On Lu (Tang)
I will touch my clothes at dusk when I go through customs.
Pengsheng ancient battlefield full of wildness.
The lonely village trees are faint in the rain,
The bell of the distant temple brought the sunset.
Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci
The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and the songs on the shore can be heard.
Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long 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.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Reward Zhang Ji
(Tang) Huang Furan
Looking at Gu Bei in the south of Deng Xu,
Far away, Cisse hates Dongguan.
Lin Chuan dusk asking for information way:
The cold wave only brings the sunset.
Ye Ye stayed in the mountains all night, waiting for Ding.
(Tang) Meng Haoran
Now that the sun has set in the west,
Valley after valley is dark and dim.
Now the cold of the moon and night passes through the pine trees,
My ears feel the sound of wind and water.
Almost all the woodcutters have arrived home,
Birds perched in the silent fog.
But, because you promised me, I am waiting for you, waiting,
Playing the pipa under the vines on the roadside.
Huangzibei
(Tang) Si Kongshu
Kishi Xiang Chun Xiao.
The sun sets in Shui Ying.
In the silent smoke,
Fishing boats don't go home at night.
Climb to the top
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.