1. Poems about bridges, small bridges and flowing water
"Ascending Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai
The river city is like a painting, and the mountains look at the clear sky at night .
Two waters hold a bright mirror, and two bridges hold a rainbow.
Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, and old roads with westerly winds and thin horses.
"Evening View of Luo Bridge" Meng Jiao
The ice has just begun to form under the bridge in Tianjin, and there are no people walking on the roads in Luoyang;
The elms and willows are slender, the pavilions are idle, and the moon is bright. See the snow in Songshan Mountain.
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The twenty-four bridges are still there, and the waves are still in the cold moon.
"Spring Tour on the Lake"
The spring rain broke the bridge and no one could cross it, so the small boat pushed out the green shade.
"Woyi Alley" Liu Yuxi
There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
"Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and there is frost in Banqiao. 2. What are the poems about small bridges and flowing water?
"Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts" Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees have dim crows, small bridges and flowing water people's houses, ancient roads are thin in the west wind horse.
As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
2. "The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Spring"
Yuan Dynasty: Bai Pu
The warm sun and gentle wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the tall pavilions, and the willow swings in the courtyard.
The orioles sing and the swallows dance, the small bridge and the flowing water are red.
3. "Ru Meng Ling·Spring Thoughts"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The peaches and plums planted in front of the hall are infinitely green. There are hundreds of tongues outside the curtain, startling me from my late spring sleep.
layman, layman. Don’t forget the small bridge and flowing water.
4. "Poem of Falling Flowers in Shen Shitian"
Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin
Don't exaggerate the colorful colors, for now the white butterflies are passing through the neighbor's house. Zhaojun met Mao Yanshou by chance, but Emperor Yang could not keep Zhang Lihua.
The youth in the deep courtyard is blank, and the red sun is setting in the west on the plain. There are small bridges and flowing water in the quiet villages. There are no singing orioles or barking frogs.
5. "Reduced Characters Magnolia·Spring Love"
Song Dynasty: Wang Anguo
Painting bridges and flowing water. When the rain gets wet, the red leaves cannot fly. The moon breaks through dusk. You can immediately smell the fragrance behind the curtain.
Wandering silently. Where will the dream soul go tonight? Not like a weeping poplar. It's like flying flowers into the bridal chamber. 3. Poems describing flowing water and small bridges
Poems describing flowing water on small bridges
1. The majestic autumn air moves thousands of cliffs. Chuanping returned in the evening. The small bridge and flowing water send you singing shoes. No one came or went.
2. Remember to tell your family. The blue clouds reflect the red clouds. Straight under the small bridge and flowing water, there is a peach tree in front of the door.
3. Small bridge and flowing water. A long way to repair Huangli. People in Zouma Zhangtai are not old yet. I just love the bright windows and clean windows.
4. The small bridge connects the flowing water to the flat sand, where the clouds are not at home. Bi Zhuo will be light on bamboo leaves in the future, and Liu Chen will be heavy on peach blossoms.
5. There is a small bridge and flowing water, and a tree is fragrant with snow. My dear friend, the moon is shining brightly tonight, do you miss me?
6. The small bridge and flowing water, the remaining plum blossoms and the remaining snow, are as clear as the West Lake. Now there are walking sticks, a green cloud cave, and a white-haired woodcutter.
7. There are horses and horses in the crooked lanes and skewed streets, and there are small bridges and flowing water. The light shirt with deep sleeves leans against the door. Just because of some sub-ideas, it disappears and is praised in every possible way.
8. There is a small bridge and flowing water, and I want to go down to the front stream. Invite old friends to come and accompany Mr. Fengyanzhuo.
9. Clear dreams to the small bridge and flowing water, deep in the sky. Last year, I still looked far away from Luanjing, but I don’t know who will attend this year’s banquet. Thinking of lotuses and green cover, full of coolness
10. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water.
11. The small bridges and flowing waterways are lingering, and the bamboos and maocs are a secluded place.
12. When I see you in Gusu, everyone will be leaning against the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
13. Flowers are like snow. The small bridge and flowing water are filled with sorrow. The horizontal tip is inserted into raw silk ink.
14. A small bridge with flowing water. I don’t even remember my illness and my illness. Who said. The fragrance drives people away.
15. Send the guests back with their hats and whips lowered. Small bridge and flowing water.
16. The wind blows through the Yaosheng and the crane has not returned yet, the small bridge and the flowing water are green and gurgling.
17. Looking at the small bridge and flowing water outside the flowers, the gates and alleys are stunned, and the sound of the jade flute is silent. When the crane goes to the sky, where can I find the bright moon if I wear the ring? 4. Poems about small bridges and flowing water
1. Sending people off to travel to Wu
Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty
When I see you in Gusu, everyone is sleeping on the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo.
I know from afar that the moon is still sleeping, and my homesickness is in the fishing song
2. "The Clear Sky·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water People, the ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
3. The majestic autumn air moves thousands of cliffs. Chuanping returned in the evening. The small bridge and flowing water send you singing shoes. No one came or went.
4. The hat is lowered and the whip is lowered to see the guest back. Small bridge and flowing water.
5. Willow Swing in the courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red. 5. What are the poems describing "Small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River"
"Autumn Thoughts on the Pure Sky and Sand"
Era: Yuan Author: Ma Zhiyuan
Old trees with dead vines Faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The west wind blows thin horses on the ancient road, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
"Sudden Mountain Stream·Flowing Water under a Small Bridge"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji
Water flowing under a small bridge wants to go down to the Qianxi River. Invite old friends to come and accompany Mr. Fengyanzhang. Walking through the graceful road, the road is slightly bumpy, sloping with water, half-covering the mountain, and planted with green bamboos to form the road. A daydream, leaving a deep and bright interest. There are stopped clouds on the mountain, and looking down at the mountain, it is drizzling. The wild flowers and birds chirped, but they refused to be included in the poems. They were just like the laughing man's poems, but the lines had no place to be arranged.
"Linjiang Immortal· Horses Believe in the Crooked Lanes and Side Streets"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Shidao
Horses believe in the Crooked Lanes and Side Streets, and the water flows on the small bridges. Home. The light shirt with deep sleeves leans against the door. Just because of some sub-ideas, it disappears and is praised in every possible way. The bright moon rises from the powdery surface, and the morning glow fades away from the wine. The spring breeze also dissolves the frost. I am willing to hold a mandarin duck quilt to accompany the Du family flowers.
"Ruan Langgui·The majestic autumn air moves thousands of cliffs"
Era: Yuan Author: Yuan Haowen
The majestic autumn air moves thousands of cliffs. Chuanping returned in the evening. The small bridge and flowing water send you singing shoes. No one came or went. Sitting on the scattered rocks and sitting on the green moss. Cup after cup. The Tian family has new fermented grains. The yellow flowers bloom thinly.
"The sky is pure and the sand is spring"
Era: Yuan Author: Bai Pu
The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the tall pavilions,
Willow swing in the courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red.
"Spring Rain in the Streams and Mountains"
Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Bian Siyi
The savages built their houses near the stream, and the white clouds on the stream formed overlapping peaks.
There are many cars and horses in the city, woodcutter songs are heard in the morning and fishermen sing in the evening.
The spring sun is low in the cloud forest, and there are few people on the small bridge and flowing water.
Where will spring end when the peach blossoms fall? The wind and rain filled the mountains with bamboo chickens singing. 6. Poems about the small bridges and flowing water in Suzhou
"Sending People to Wu"
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
When I see you in Suzhou, everyone is sleeping on the river . The ancient palace has little free space and many small waterports and bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo. I know from afar that the moon is not sleeping, and my homesickness is in the fishermen's songs.
Translation:
When you go to Suzhou, you will see that the houses there are built near the river. The houses in Gusu City are connected and there is no open space; even the river branches are covered with small bridges.
The night market is filled with the sound of lotus root being sold, and the boats in the river are loaded with exquisite silk fabrics. Thinking of you in the distance, hearing the fishermen's songs on the river during the moonlit night will definitely touch your homesickness.
Extended information:
"When I see you in Suzhou, I will be surrounded by rivers." The most distinctive feature of Suzhou is water. Since Wu Zixu founded the city of Suzhou, the city has been crisscrossed with waterways and fishing boats. Life on the water has always been the main life of the local people. The couplet of the poem comes from "Everyone is lying on the river", which points out such local characteristics.
These five words, "There is little free space in the ancient palaces" are the history of Suzhou written by Du Xunhe in his prose. Suzhou was the capital of the State of Wu during the Spring and Autumn Period. Over the long period of time, Suzhou has transformed from a political important place into an important economic place.
In the Tang Dynasty, the country's economic center of gravity began to gradually shift southward. Although it was not as obvious as the Song Dynasty, the direct impact was still obvious, so there was a situation of "little free land in ancient palaces". .
"There are many small bridges in the water port" is the beautiful scenery of the water town created by the poet using realistic line drawing techniques. For the north, where the country's political and cultural center is located, a water city will always be incredible unless you see it with your own eyes, so a simple combination of images can create a dream-like picture for people who have never been to a water town:
Compared with the neat and spacious official roads, the winding rivers contain more gurgling spirituality. There are small bridges all over the place, connecting this shore and the other side of life. The time squatting on the bridge and the waiting of people standing on the bridge looking into the distance are not something that the tough and almost numb men in the north who are struggling under the cold wind can easily understand.
The life built by small bridges and flowing water has a heart-wrenching delicacy and a carelessness that makes people easily fall into it. Such beauty cannot be found anywhere else. Life is fluid. All the beauty in life comes from flow. "The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo." Du Xunhe likes the combination of "night market" and "spring boat" very much.
In another song "Send Friends on a Tour to Wuyue", "Fire beside the bridge in the night market, boats outside Chunfeng Temple" has the same meaning as this sentence. Prosperous and lively poems like this are very pleasant to read. In ancient China, only economically developed cities had night markets, and lotus root was the most distinctive local aquatic product.
Lingluo silk is also a symbol of prosperity in life.
Reciting the poem carefully, it seems that you can really see people speaking Suzhou dialect talking about their livelihood under the lights of the night market. Those faint lights in the distance flickered like warm stars shining in the dark night. All the life in the water town is like an undisturbed paradise, melting away in the drunkenness.
"I know from afar that the moon is not sleeping, and my homesickness is in the fisherman's song." This couplet is the scene that the poet imagined to end the whole poem. The meaning of farewell is expressed only here, which shows the poet's unique ingenuity in planning the layout of the poem, making it appear that the aftertaste is long and thought-provoking.
This poem is written from imagination, with a fresh and lively style, and a sigh at the end of the poem, which can be said to be touching and stimulating. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River described by the poet come to life with his careful description, making the reader feel as if he is actually there, as if he were swimming in the middle of the painting.
Sogou Encyclopedia - Send people on a tour to Wu 7. Poems about the flowing water in alleys and bridges in Suzhou
Send people on a tour to Wu by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty. When you come to Suzhou, I will meet you, and everyone is sleeping on the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges. Lotus root is sold in the night market, and Qiluo is carried on the spring boat.
I know that the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs. The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can’t forget Jiangnan. The cool breeze and the bright moon are priceless; there is love for people near the water and mountains far away.
(Canglang Pavilion crosses the Wujiang River in Tang Dynasty. The night is more sparse and the trees are green. The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the high buildings are different, and the rivers and Han Dynasties return to Guangdian in the cool.
As the moon turns and the magpie shadows shift, the dew-dropped red grass is wet with fluorescent light. The poets in the literary garden should think more, and don’t get drunk and play songs to cover the hall.
Zhang Ji is moored at night on the maple bridge in the Tang Dynasty, where the moon is full of crows and frost. In the sky, the river maple and the fishing fire are facing me. The Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship.
The sky is clear, the sand is autumn, the horse is far away, the dead vines and old trees are dim, the crows are dim, the small bridges are flowing, and the horses are thin in the west wind. As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. I am nostalgic about the past, and I am passing by. The millet seedlings are singing their sad songs alone.
The elk are fighting for the new grass in the deserted terrace, and the owls are occupying the shallow sand in the empty garden. The threshold is cold, the Chu River is windy and the sails are many.
The poor country is broken and the loyal ministers are dead, and white waves are flowing eastward. Visit Gusu Yuzhi again to see the leaves of Xu Hun Gao Wu in the early autumn.
The moon passes through the blue window and I drink wine tonight. The rain dims the red walls and the flowers are shallow.
Tomorrow I will hang them. Sailing further east, the immortal should laugh like a perch. He will return to Gusu Nanlou to send his farewell to Li Mingfu. Xu Hun has nowhere to go, and he is drunk in Gaocheng.
Temporarily move to Luo Qi to see the beauty of the mountains. , I just stopped at the orchestra to hear the sound of water. The flowers fell in the west pavilion, and I didn't regret it. The journey back to Nanpu in Liuyin was short. I relied on Zhu Lang to wait for the moonlight. The polygonum flowers are red and the rice ears are yellow when you travel to Luo Yin, making the orchids flood back to the pond.
The water hyacinths and algae in the wind are the first to open the way, and the phoenixes are walking in full swing, with the magic and magic in their hands. The golden seal color is the bag.
The young prefect Xun Yongsheng should smile at the frost on his temples. The tomb of Zhenniang in Gusu (in the West Temple of Huqiu in the cemetery) The tomb is surrounded by lush spring grass in Luoyin. .
Death is still lonely, life is not romantic. There is a cluster of forest pavilions in Weizhuang, Lingchu, where the gate has never been closed.
The yellow orioles are noisy on the far-reaching shore, and the egrets are busy in the spring pond. The wine lovers are looking for Wuyuan Temple, and the monks are leaning on the tower. Looking at Dongting Mountain.
The strange thing happened, and someone came back from outside. There is no one around, but the day is low. There are dim smoke in the wild forest, and there are birds singing in the sky.
Everything is safe, but I have no place to rest. Empty pavilion, overlooking Zhulan, Baihuazhou Zhu. p>
Prosperity is like a dream, and you can see the sunset on the deserted platform, and the elk come to swim, and the wild trees are everywhere.
The loyal ministers can retreat to the east gate. Thousands of generals are cast out of the sky, but they will eventually turn into swamps. Where can they hide their faces?
The tradition has been passed down for thousands of years, but I still listen to Nong’s songs in vain*. Nian Nujiao is nostalgic about the ancient times on Gusu Terrace. Zhou Quan is flying over a thousand-foot platform.
Straight across the clouds, the southeast is victorious. On that day, the people in the city were as beautiful as jade, and I was intoxicated by the spring scenery of Taichung.
The brocade and feathers are flying, the sound of the jade flute is broken, and the elk comes to the palace. Desolate for eternity, Zhulan is still like the bright moon.
Farewell to me, leaning against the west wind alone, asking about the rise and fall of the past, at the end of the sky. And for a statue of Fu Dabai, it is very different from Wu to Yue.
Things change and stars move, sighing at how prosperous the wealthy family is. The singing of the fishing boat is over, and the sunset is full of mist and water.
Jiang Chengzi Ouyang Jiong In the evening, the grass on the bank of Jinling is flat, the sunset is bright, and the water is ruthless. The six generations have been prosperous, and the sound of waves has disappeared.
The moon on Gusu Terrace is like a mirror in the west, shining on the river city. Qinyuanchun Chen Renjie The grass is all over Gusu, I asked my husband, how are you now?
Looking at the vastness of Tiger Hill, sorrow follows the moon, Li Lake is vast, and excitement follows the tide. Since ancient times, men have been troubled by their worries, and they are so melancholy that they cannot come back.
After leaving, several people like Wuyang became very talented. The west wind lingers slantingly.
It is even more sad than in the old days in Jiangnan. Sighing on the vast belly of a horse, the yellow dust is like this, and the backs of cattle are all covered, and it is hard to open blue eyes.
When things are fragrant and popular, happiness disappears, and infinite charm turns into ashes. Don't ask any questions. After explaining to the guests, just grab a cup.