Modern Poetry Describing the Scenery in the South of the Yangtze River

Dengguazhou years: Song Author: Wang Anshi School: Four Unique Categories: Stay in Guazhou, between Jingkou and the waters, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? About the years when I met with the river: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: The Seven Wonders are in the Qi Palace, and I heard it several times before I became Cui. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. Bathing Huai 'an Mid-Autumn Festival Author: Song Author: Style: Words tied with silk wrist, hairpin skillfully hung, jade sleeping with gauze hidden. 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. Preface: Song Author: Style: The word residual cold deceives the sick wine, covers the fragrance and embroiders the household. 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. Diligent writing, long book hate, green Xia Liao Yan, full of acacia, into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul? The library is bright and warm all day long. When I am tired, I stay in the small garden with crutches for half a day. Author: Song Author: Lu sleeps soundly than massage, and it is warmer in October in the south of the Yangtze River. 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. Jiangnan era: Han Author: Han Anonymous genre: Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. Date of Gift to Ye Fan: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai gave flowers to the dragon head. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat. Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Everyone says Jiangnan is good, tourists only enter Jiangnan, and they will die in Jiangnan. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all 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. Jiangnan Qu era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Tingzhou picking white apples, Jiangnan Spring at 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. Yang Hua Qu Nian: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: The love affair between Tang Huixiu and China, with gentle wind and yearning. 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. Early spring years of Nanhu Lake Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi genre: Seven-law wind returns to the clouds and breaks the rain, and the lake is warm again. 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 Age: Tang Author: Style: Seven ancient bridal chambers rose last night, so the old people are still separated by Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south. Golden Gate Age: Song Author: Style: Poems full of 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. Age changes of old friends in a village inn: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Style: The five laws are full when the autumn moon is full, at the level of a thousand nights between a town and a village. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring. Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Style: heavy words, golden doors, screen windows and moonlight. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold. Treasure chai and emerald phoenix, a thousand miles of incense screen dreams. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan. Dream Jiangnan era: Tang Author: Huangfusong Style: The word Lan is falling, and the picture is dark red banana. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge. Jade case year: Tang Author: Li Yu Style: The word Vatican Palace is covered with clouds, and it is getting white and covered with moss. Broken wintersweet □ early dew. Yin Tao is vast, Yushan Wan Li is covered with trees in the south of the Yangtze River. Crows crow, the sky will be dusk, and the sea and moon will reflect smoke. It's always the poet's fault to make a fool of himself by dancing with a lonely crane. Time lyrics: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu sunset Jiangnan smell bamboo branches, southerners are happy and northerners are sad. Since singing new songs in the snow, until the end of March. Ancient parting years: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang's clear smoke desert willow, parting wine is half full. More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci still remembers Jiangnan music, when he was young and thin. I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism. The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated. Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old. Yulouchun Age: Song Author: Yan Style: The word "red" is used to learn to dance with a soft waist, and the dancing clothes are dyed like a palace. Woven into a wild goose outside the cloud, dyed as a light spring in the south of the Yangtze River. In the Peach Blossom Palace, there is a Song Guan, which is a beautiful night. When I came back, the wine with double sleeves was scarred, and the fine print was unintentional. Man in Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Style: Ci Bao Xin Bird Peng, agarwood shovel on Wu Shanbi. Willow, like silk, is the spring rain on the postal bridge. The painting is broken, and the grass is Jiang Nanan. Luan mirror flowers, who knows this. Jade Butterfly Age: Tang Author: Style: The word autumn wind is sad, the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late. Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows. It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows? Jiangnan Spring Day Author: Song Author: Kou Zhun Style: misty words, lonely village far grass, apricot flowers flying in the setting sun. Jiang Nanchun was completely heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return. Ghosts and demons: Song Author: Liu Yong Style: The word Ye Yizhou sails, temporarily berthing on the south bank of Chu River. Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment. The water is boundless and the geese are scattered. Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition. The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow. Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here. It's too late to feel tired. Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes. Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion. The grass is wide and the afterglow is full. There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away. Dong era: Song Author: Su Shi Style: The word Jiangnan wax is exhausted, and after the early plum blossom, the willow is divided in spring. Thin waist has its own romantic style, but also more beautiful and elegant. On the shore of Yongfeng Square, there was no one all day. Who has seen gold silk paintings? When the heartbroken is flying catkins, the green leaves turn cloudy, making much ado about nothing, 10% thin. It is the east wind that blows away a little spring wrinkle from your brow. Song: Song Author: Su Shi style: sunset embroidered curtain roll, pavilion water even empty. In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint. This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance. Today, we saw the scene in front of us, and we realized that the scenery on the mountain was hidden as described by Ouyang, an old alcoholic. The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains. Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves. Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter. As a matter of fact, as long as a person has the noble spirit of ambition and wisdom, he can be poised in any occasion and enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of miles. Title West Taiyi Palace Wall Age: Song Author: Wang Anshi Style: The word willow leaves are dark, and the lotus flower sunset glow is red and beautiful. Thirty-six vicious spring waters, Baishi wants to see Jiangnan. When the fortune teller sent Bao Haoran to the east of Zhejiang Author: Song Author: Wang Guan Style: water is striking, [1] mountains gather eyebrows. [2] To ask pedestrians where to go, their eyebrows lit up. [3] This will send you home in the spring and send you home again. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring. Butterfly lovers Times Author: Song Author: Yan Style: The word "golden scissors" moves with fragrance, and when the color opens, it is not afraid of cold and heavy. It's sunny and snowy, and the makeup is crisp and frozen.