Jiaxing Nanhu Poems and Their Authors, Sources and Significance.

Li Bai's Lushui Qu Lushui Yue, Nanhu picking white apples. Lianzi was charming as if she were talking to me, but she broke my medicine string. Zhang's two songs on the riverside are gone, and the waves are gone. Where is Qianzhou? There are geese in the frost. Han lies with Cui-style four-Luo curtains in spring, and embroidered windows are full of worries. It rained all night in South Lake, so the lotus boat should be wet. On a moonlit night, Fazhen was boating in Cisse, and the South Lake was tilted by the moon. When boat people disappear, they lie in Wuling flowers. Li Bai accompanied Ye Lang, assistant minister of punishments of my uncle, and Mr. Jia Sheren, a Chinese scholar, to visit Dongting. Five poems, South Lake autumn water is smokeless at night, and it can ride straight into the sky. Let Dongting Lake enjoy some moonlight on credit and enjoy the moon and drink happily. Du Fu wrote twelve poems to relieve boredom, so his country spent the autumn. Every time he sees the autumn melon, he thinks of the old hill. Today, the South Lake picks ferns, who is looking for Guazhou? Two songs of Rong Yu picking lotus: Sun Yang's daughter is full of flowers, the same as Pan Mulan Zhou. I won't stop singing soul songs in Nanhu Lake at dusk in autumn wind. It is still flowing to send monks into Hunan (one is to send the Qing master), and the sun is slanting in Lindong, and the rice seedlings are deeply reflected in the robes. When the boat arrived at Nanhu, it was calm, and the poor autumn water shone on the lotus. Du Mubo in Songjiang (Xu Hun's poem, entitled "Sleeping in Songjiang to Send Friends"), show white clouds and bright moon, and take a Mulan boat with you. The south lake lost its wind and rain, and the heart of the horizontal pond lost its night. Xu Hun crossed Songjiang at night to send friends to see the white clouds and bright moon, and took the Mulan boat with you. The south lake lost its wind and rain, and the heart of the horizontal pond lost its night. There are many thunderstorms in Wei Zhuang Rainstorm River Village in summer and sunny in the evening. I don't know how deep the waves are, but now South Lake and North Lake are even. On Sunfu Lake, I looked back at the first stop, Lushan and Nanhu, and smiled at Cui Wei. The sky should not be visible to everyone, but should cover half of the clouds. Jiao Ran went to the Kaiyuan Temple Building to bid farewell to Cui Shaofu, and also read the post and thought about it. There were many pavilions and trees. The sky is melodious downstairs, and the smoke sails are reflected. At night, the suburbs are quiet, and the South Lake is waiting for the boat. Baijuyi Lake Pavilion looks at the water for a long time from the south lake, and the new sunny north guest passes. The sun is dark red, and the wind is green without waves. There are not many boats and boats on the beach. Poor heart, I can't swim alone. I picked mulberry white lotus pond last month and met again tonight. Qu shui LAN Zhou I remember flying with Joan to watch the moon sleep. Yellow flowers and green wine are wet with tears after separation. Old things happen every year. In season, Nanhu picks lotus again. It's too late to swim in the lake. Looking at the official willow of Xiaoqiao alone, tears are silent. Who sings the words in the seats to relieve worries, and the red makeup advises Jin Zhan. Things are wrong and people are wrong. Chao wants to go to Nanhu for a boat trip. Still thinking about Zhu Bei and Lan Yi. Round lotus covers the water and weeping willows cover the darkness. It's always time to win Yuanyang. If you hold this idea, who knows? The clear waves still shine on the temple. The west building sings that the pond is good, and it should be red makeup and green eyebrows. Fang Ting, the old man of Liu Shan, has been a cripple for many years. What does it look like? Looks like a moustache. There are many in the world, so turn around and do your work. Choose the county in the north of Zhou Nan, which is rich in gourds. Drunk and drunk, I don't know where to go tomorrow. Luoyang, after seeing the flowers, returned to the right place and nothing happened. He is also a disciple of Tang. Suddenly I thought of entering the water, the waves were on the net, and the reed mats were spread horizontally. Ha ha laugh, there is a big south lake outside Suiyang gate. Zhang Zi's eyes are full of osmanthus scented with alum. Tall trees and green clouds. It's sunny and snowy beside Shuiguang Temple and Yuehua Building. Why don't you live in Nanhu, next to Yingzhu? The moon shines, the breeze blows, and the evening is fragrant. agree