What are the ancient poems describing "Guangzhou"?

1. "Returning Wild Geese"

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

I heard that the wild geese returned south this spring from Guangzhou. See the flowers and say goodbye to the sea, and avoid the snow to Luofu.

When things are close to the soldiers, how can we avoid the worries of guests? Frost and dew are separated from each other every year, but it is autumn in the five lakes.

2. "Looking across the Well"

Liu Yanshi (Tang Dynasty)

Looking at Guangzhou from the independent balcony adds to the homesickness of the visitors.

The late tide has not yet come and the early tide has fallen, and Jingyi is temporarily leaning on the sand

3. "Shou Lu Yizhai"

Lu Wengui (Song Dynasty)

The Shimen River in Guichu is long and willing to leave a piece of Guangzhou fragrance.

No one needs to wish him a thousand years of life, but Mr. Gu will be famous for centuries.

Pan Xing, the long servant, traveled to his hometown, and he held the Han Festival and fell to the south.

The hibiscus, golden chrysanthemums and autumn wind are so harmonious and intoxicating that they attract the touch of jade.

5. "On the second day of the third lunar month, we sailed from Guangzhou to the Guanxian Terrace under the Laigui Pavilion"

Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty)

Everyone sits in power and loves leisure Travel, God sends you south to travel to the end of the world.

When he arrived at the end of the world in Guangzhou, Fang Jiao looked back to Shaozhou.

6. "With Wang Liulu Shocking Xiaowang in Jinting, Guangzhou"

Zhang Jiuling (Tang Dynasty)

The Ming Dynasty came to Qianzhu, and the cold came to clear the sky. . The water pattern is blue in the sky, and the sun is red on the seaside.

The scenery is different, but the human relationships depend on it. Riding on a chariot has its own comfort, but you don't want to break the wind.

7. "Guangzhou Trial Crossing Taiwan and Reminiscing about the Past"

Huang Tao? (Tang Dynasty)

South Vietnam has happened for thousands of years, and once the excitement comes. The singing bell is not an old custom, the smoke and moon have layers.

Look to the north to see where the people are, and the water flowing to the east will never return. The wind blows through the window and the miasma is mixed, and the rain falls on the sill.

It was difficult to bow down to the strong spirit, but it is sad to have an empty reputation. It is unbearable to see flowers falling and blooming.