Poetry of Peach Blossom Pond

"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 face

This 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

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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 family

The 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 moonlight

and 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

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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