Poems praising Nanjing

1.? Bo Qinhuai? Du Mu? [Tang]

Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

2.? Wuyi lane? Rachel? [Tang]

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

3. "On Nanjing's Phoenix Terrace" Li Bai? [Tang]

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned.

Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

4. On the Phoenix? Yang Wanli? Southern Song Dynasty

The Millennium Hundred-Foot Phoenix Terrace sent the tide back to the phoenix, which is gone forever.

Egrets meet in Cao Jiang in the north, and apricot blossoms bloom in the west of Wuyi.

Dragons and tigers inhabit mountains and rivers, and drums and horns wail through the ages.

Only fallen fairy left a word, and the spring breeze was responsible for blowing spider coal.

5. Stone Town? Rachel? [Tang]

The mountains are still the same, surrounded by abandoned ancient capitals, and the tide is beating against the lonely empty city as in the past.

On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.

6. Niannujiao Stone City? Zheng Xie? [Qing]

Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements. Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts. Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable. A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain. It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city. A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.