1: Du Mu's "A Letter to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou"
The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn.
On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
:2: Du Mu's "Reminiscences"
In a down and out wine shop, the waist is slender and the palms are light.
After ten years of dreaming about Yangzhou, I gained the reputation of a brothel.
:3: "Remembering Yangzhou" by Xu Ning of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult for Xiao Niang to shed tears on her face, and her peach-leaf brows are prone to sadness.
One third of the world is a bright moonlit night, and the other half is Yangzhou.
:4: Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
:5: "Novel" by Yin Yun from the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties
There are guests who follow each other and each expresses his or her own ambition: perhaps he would like to be the governor of Yangzhou, or he would like to have more wealth, or he would like to ride a crane and ascend. One of them said: "With a hundred thousand guan tied around his waist, he rode a crane to Yangzhou" and wanted to have all three. (Yuhua's explanation: The word "上" is now mostly used as "下")
:6: In addition, Yuhua himself has always believed that since ancient times, there have been many talents in the south of the Yangtze River, but only Yangzhou has produced weirdos.
7: Looking at Yangzhou City at night
Wang Jian
Thousands of lights in the night market illuminate the blue clouds, and there are many red-sleeved customers in the high-rise buildings.
Now is not an ordinary day, but I am still singing and singing.
Su Yangzhou
Li Shen
The river crosses the vast misty waves in the evening, and the tide passes through Jinling and leaves fall in autumn.
The sound of Sai Hong passes through Chuze, and the light and dark red trees can be seen in Yangzhou.
The night bridge is lit up with stars, and the water and sails are close to the bullfighting.
Today, the customs of the city have changed, so there is no need to ask the mysterious building.
Three Spring Poems of Yangzhou
Yao He
(1)
It is a cold day in Guangling, no fog or smoke.
The warm sun condenses the flowers and willows, and the spring breeze disperses the orchestral music.
The gardens are mostly filled with houses, and there are fewer cars and horses than boats.
Don’t ask tourists to stay, they will be sleepy.
(2)
It is spring in Manguo, and the soil in the streets is fragrant.
The bamboo wind blows lightly on the shoes, and the flower dew makes the clothes greasy.
The singing of birds in the valley is still beautiful, and the mountain husband is even more crazy.
Poor Youshang Land, the Yang Empire collapsed.
(3)
In the mist of Jiangbei, there are many great things to do in Huainan.
The shops hold candles as they enter, and boats pass by in the neighborhood.
If you have land, you can only plant bamboos; if you don’t have a home, you can’t raise geese.
The spring light is shining in the city walls, and the music is filling my ears.