Poet: He Zhu Times: Song Style: Ci
March 3rd, Jiuqu Chitou. Willow. Incense, dust, horses, gold. Su Chun shirt. The hometown of bitter bamboo shoots and shad is delicious and dreams of Jiangnan. It is windy and quiet at night in Nagato. Go back to the sail.
Jiangnan Hao/Yi Jiangnan
Poet: Ceng Bu Dynasty: Song Dynasty Genre: Ci
Jiangnan guest, Miao Zi at home. III's article said that big hands are good eyebrows for brothers. Give it a push. Thousands of miles, from the lying tile pool. Don't rely on the blessing of parrots, green hills are there, and health is there. I wasn't proud at the time.
Memorize the miscellaneous songs of Jiangnan
Poet: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: Yuefu
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We will meet again sooner or later.
Tianhegong
Poet: Jiangnan swordsman Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: None
When it is cold in summer, who will enlarge it in Zhu Yan? Whale Rider receives water from heaven, and people crossing cranes return to the Moon Mountain. The furnace flame burns lust, and the sword edge breaks fame and fortune. Fireworks are green with rocks, and apes and birds are not surprised by spring scenery.
Jiangnan lane Jiangnan lane
Poet: ZSZSZSZ Dynasty: Southern and Northern Dynasties School: None
Flowers and colors filled the forest. Shu Fangyao is green and droops gently. Dance hand in hand for love. Dancing for love. I'm getting old. China people hope. Wandering alone.
Jiangnan memory
Poet: Bai Juyi Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Genre: Ci
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue, so we can't forget Jiangnan.
Jiangnan Hao/Yi Jiangnan
Poet: Ye Dynasty: Song Style: Ci
The prime minister is talented, and the holy emperor is broad and stubborn. Win ten years of leisure.
Jiangnan dream
Poet: Zhang Hu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: Five Musts
Sing Dongting sentences, not Dongting people. Every day I dream of a blue river, the mangrove forest in the south of the Yangtze River in spring.
Jiangnan district
Poet: Zhao Xu Dynasty: Song Style: None
Collateral weft urges cold to break dreams, and tears flow on my pillow when I sleep. The screen doesn't show Jiangnan painting, and an inch of land can make a thousand miles of sorrow.
Like Jiangnan Ji Dong
Poet: Qiu Dan Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: None
In Jiangnan, red crabs are as big as crocodiles. The dragon is a mirror, and the peak gas of the furnace is smoke.
The last month of summer in Jiangnan
Poet: Fan Deng Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: None
In summer in Jiangnan, the body is hot and sweaty. Mosquitoes turned into thunder and cassocks into rice fields.
The midsummer in Jiangnan
Poet: Fan Xun Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: None
In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river. Oranges drop golden bullets, bananas spit white lotus.
Like Jiangnan Qiu Ji
Poet: Liu Fan Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: None
In autumn in Jiangnan, chestnuts are as ripe as fists. Maple leaves are red, rosy, light reeds and white waves are flowing.
Jiangnan district
Poet: Li Xianyong Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: Yuefu
April in Jiangnan is low, and the daughter country in Jiangnan is in full swing. In the evening, when clouds meet water, sand grass is far away. White bamboo is too ancient to talk about, and a few flowers can still get drunk in Qianxi. A lonely boat has a guest who has not returned, and his hometown dreams of becoming a mountain bird.
Send guests to Jiangnan
Poet: Wei Zhuang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Style: Seven Wonders
After two years of silence, Xiangtan was closed and acacia wine was half drunk. I remember talking to the bed alone on a stormy night in Zhuzhai.