There are these poems:
1. Twenty Qinhuai Miscellaneous Poems. One
Wang Shizhen [Qing Dynasty]
In recent years, he was heartbroken by Moling boat and dreamed of going around Qinhuai Water Building.
in the ten-day rain wind film, the spring scenery is like the last autumn.
Translation
For more than a year, the boating of Moling Painting Boat has made people miss it, and the water attic in Qinhuai has made people dream.
The whole land is shrouded in the drizzle and breeze for many days, but the rich spring scenery seems to me like the sad scenery of the last autumn.
2. Ask Qinhuai
Kong Shangren [Qing Dynasty]
Ask the old window of Qinhuai, and the broken paper is in the wind, and the bad threshold is in the tide, and the eyes are broken and the soul disappears.
in those days, where did Dai Dai play flute? It' s boring to stop the lights and boats and stop the noise.
Bai Niao is fluttering, the green water is surging, some yellow flowers are flying, and no one can see the new red leaves.
Translation
There used to be a painting boat window on both sides of Qinhuai River. On the window, the broken paper rustled in the wind, and outside the rotten door, the tide beat against the empty city. This wind and tide set off the silence of people, and it was a depression.
In the past, there were a lot of tourists and beautiful women here, dancing and singing all night. In the river, colorful paintings make a scene, and on the shore, wine flags stand to celebrate the ninth anniversary. Now, the singer is scattered, the silk and bamboo are not heard, and the Qinhuai River has no lingering charm of that year. Even if it coincides with a holiday, it is "the sun is not noisy" and "heavy nine is boring".
Birds fly freely in the white clouds, the Qinhuai River is full of green water, the red leaves on the banks are like fire, yellow flowers are blooming and butterflies are flying away. There are several butterflies flying on the newly blooming yellow flowers, and the newly fallen red leaves are so beautiful that no one has come to appreciate them.
3. Full moon, sweet dew and nostalgia
Xu Zaisi [Yuan Dynasty]
Jianggao Louguan Qianchao Temple, autumn scenery enters Qinhuai.
the grass is ruined, the porch leaves, and the moss is deeply built.
people go south, the sun sets in the west, and rivers come from the east.
the magnolia is here, and the monk asked, do you know who to open it for?
Translation
Climbing a tall building by the river and looking at Kanroji in the past, the Qinhuai River is already full of autumn colors. Ruins and broken walls are overgrown with weeds, the halls are empty and fallen leaves, and thick moss climbs up the steps. The tourists have all gone home, and the twilight is deep. Only the great river runs around day and night, scouring all the heroes of the ages. Magnolia blooms, which seems to see a little vitality, because no one watches it, I don't know for whom.
4. Night parking in Jinling
Luo Yin [Tang Dynasty]
The cold smoke is light and close to the decaying bush, and Qinhuai is stationed in Duanpeng this evening.
the wild geese are far away from the wine and fire, and the crows are high to avoid the wind.
the sound of air waves in the land is sharp, and the shadows of trees in autumn are empty in the mountains.
the six generations of elves have disappeared, so we should think about it in the moonlight.
translation
The cold smoke enveloped the decaying trees, and the drifting ships went to the bank of Qinhuai River tonight.
Night fires in several hotels started wild geese near the water. The sails fell, and the faint crows screamed and flew away.
The fallen tree trunk on the mountain seems to be listening to the sound of the waves with the king's spirit of Jinling for 3 years, disappearing into the distant night sky.
where are the six generations of people who once lived beside Qinhuai River for a lifetime? I think it should be in this cold moonlight.
5. Berthing Qinhuai
Du Mu [Tang Dynasty]
The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the night berthing Qinhuai is close to the restaurant.
business women don't know how to hate national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
translation
Under the blurred moonlight, light smoke enveloped the cold water and white sand, and the boat docked at Qinhuai at night, near the restaurant on the shore.
A singer who makes a living by singing makes fun of others. How can she know the hatred of national subjugation? Yushu backyard flower is still singing across the river.