"Moon Bay"
Summer is here, and a stream shows its clear face
The pebbles in the water are as naughty as a child
< p> A piece picked up by a small hand, the spring breeze fills the faceThis encounter will surely make those who have been here remember the beauty of Moon Bay
Only when the mountains and rivers are sentimental can they retain more eyes
Who said that Moon Bay does not have pink buttons
Searching on the ancient shore, a crescent moon interprets romance
There are drifting wooden boats, soft hands, and the crimson color of the setting sun. More encounters
It is the love of ten miles of peach blossoms
The green mountains on both sides of the river embrace Moon Bay, and the stream
embraces tourists. The small boat that crossed me in childhood
In the middle of the painting, a flower on the blue waves
The peach blossom floated from the Tang Dynasty, it is bright and old
It tells the story of the rapid rise of thousands of years The affection of the ruler
"Peach Blossom Pond"
The peach blossoms are the expression of the spring breeze in March
The fishermen's songs and the boats are the emotions of the pond water being released
People in Nanyang Ancient Town hold Peach Blossom Pond in their arms
Who can forget you thousands of miles away
Eternal quatrains in the depths of time
< p>From Moon Bay to Peach Blossom Pond, my eyes are constantly crossing.There are so many tourists, and the waves are flying
A small boat passes by slowly, and Wang Lun's figure
disappears into the picture
Borrowing a small boat and rowing Xiang
I seem to see the soul of Shixian wandering in the middle of the lake
And I can’t bear to say goodbye to the fate of meeting
Nor can I take back my nostalgia Desire in Jiangnan
"Huaixian Pavilion"
Covered in a layer of charming red, like in the heavenly palace
Fairies in colorful skirts stretch their sleeves and dance in the water
Let, all the notes go deep into the melody
The setting sun is intoxicating, and when you withdraw, you stand up again
A frame of elegant landscape makes the hearts of tourists
p>Ethereal entry. The pond water is filled with the fragrance of wine
It slightly smokes the boatman who is rowing, and I am like a cloud
I am drunk in this dusk
The wind is blowing on the hillside Shang Yanmo, a man whose life is poetry
keeps the peach blossoms in order
Full of mountains and rivers, in the calmness of the wind
The ink is wild and the sky is unconstrained
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In the ancient town of Taotan on the other side of the water, we welcome poems and invite wine
Singing in the boat. Poets used words to play against the Immortal of Poetry
I woke up from the Tang Dynasty and approached
However, the Immortal of Poetry was blooming in thousands of miles and thousands of acres
< p> Self-discretion in the moonlight《Taotan Ancient Town》
Peach Blossom Pond water passes through Shuidong Ancient Town
Small bridge, flowing water, holding oil paper umbrella The beauty
The charm is still there. The quaint terrace touches the gentle bluestone slabs, and the boat docks at the mottled pier
The gate of Zhai Village is open far away
Encounter at dusk On the red lotus, the painting meets the smoke
These answers are all in the horizon of June
The mother's call and the child's laughter awaken the silent pool
There is also an old man who matches up in the ancient town
Another grand encounter
How perfect, the grace of ink
Harmony and boldness, the flowing water of the ancient town
There are shades of the past. In fact, a thousand years of time
It is only a short moment; a group of poets came
Let Wanjia’s hotel wake up in the early morning
《Zhai’s Ancestral Hall》< /p>
In the Zhai Ancestral Hall, compared to those ancestors
I must be as light as a feather.
Looking up
It makes me even more silent; the achievements of our ancestors
Thousands of years of fragrance are like Li Bai's moonlight quatrains
However, my weight is not as good as That page
So many old friends gathered in the hall
The solemn green monument worships the tranquility of the soul
One sleep in the green mountains and green waters lasts a thousand years
For Qingming, loyalty and filial piety are at the top, and nostalgia at the bottom
Year after year, day after day
It is early summer, and the flowing clouds are heading west
< p>An old man talks about the prosperity of his familyThe height is like a tower, brilliant and significant
You who come from afar can easily
Impressed by the success of the family
"The Drunken Moon in Honggang"
Li Bai walked into the Honggang Pavilion drunk
The truth and falsehood of the plot come from the flowing folk< /p>
Time flies, the scene turns into a scene
Many temperaments of heaven and earth emerge, and the moonlight
It has been drunk for thousands of years and still cannot surface
< p> I walked into Honggang, ignoring the moonlightand the running water. There is a star raised above the head
The peach blossoms stop and sort out the tangles
I am deeply affectionate and want to fish for a while
It’s just this kind of thinking, not here
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Behind is the dawn
"Song of Boating and Fishing"
Who is singing under the moon, so gentle and affectionate?
Penetrating the landscape. Is it the water of Taotan in the body
Is the tide rising? Let the clear sound of the moonlight and the white feathers of the waves
Inaudible groans, the sunshine is reborn
The scholar of Zhaimen, The beauty of the ruffled yarn
And the affectionate eyes on the boat
Those silent backs summoned the knowledgeable poets
who have been singing for thousands of years, The rising treble
The low tone is deeply rooted in people's hearts
The lake tripped up the bright moon, a fisherman's song
Singing it softened many lonely hearts; I don't know
p>Today in Taotan, there are no fishing boats
The beauties doing laundry, cheerful and sentimental fishing songs
Tonight the stars are caught in the net, I bend over my desk
I have never been to Peach Blossom Pond, let alone discussed poetry with my late teacher.
But I know that there must be a fisherman’s song
Saying treasure to me in the way of meeting