Song Liu Yong
I leaned on the balcony alone, in the faint breeze;
As far as the eyes can see,
The dark parting sadness on the horizon is out of sight.
In the fading sunlight, smoke rose above the grass green.
No one will rely on the meaning of a column without words.
I'll drown my sorrows in wine:
Recite in front of the cup,
Nervous laughter will not bring relaxation.
I think my dress is too big, but I won't regret it;
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Mulan Yanshu
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Mulan Yanshu
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, so don't bear it. Li Chi Ngai of Boolean Operators
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who can you tell? Liu Yong Yulinling
Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night. Die Hua Lian Yan Dao Ji
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. Li Chi Ngai of Boolean Operators
What's the decision of Acacia Hugh? I know I can't control it when spring is over. Linjiang county chaochongzhi
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Second place, what a, sad word. Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao
On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds. Linjiang county Yan Dao Ji
Raise your hand for a long time, and feel the same (an ancient poem written by Yuefu for Jiao Zhongqing's wife).
Between water and water, the pulse cannot be said (anonymous "Altair")
I would like to fly high for the two swans (anonymous "there are tall buildings in the northwest")
Bow your head and make lotus seeds, and lotus seeds are as clear as water (the poem "West Lake Bend" by Gu Yuefu)
The fog reveals the lotus, but the lotus is not clear (a midnight song in Qing Dynasty)
Nong is the north star, which has not turned for thousands of years (Wu Sheng's "Midnight Song")
A thousand songs don't care, one song is emotional (Bao Zhao's "Singing in Class")
Why don't you give up your life? Better be a mandarin duck than a fairy (Lu's "Chang 'an Ancient Meaning")
We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. (Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow)
I don't regret the widening of my belt. I am haggard for Iraq (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian)
When you sing all the new words, you can't see them, and the rosy clouds are reflected on the trees (Liu Yuxi's Trekking)
Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Chai Feng-Tang Wan
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!
Pink tears are black and clear dew, and Luo Yi is dyed Qiu Jiang.
The opposite side is not affectionate, and the smoke and water are separated. Nobody said it was a memory of looks.
On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the palace of longevity, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world:
"We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow together on the earth."
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Don't think about it.
Unforgettable
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Li Bai, an old cadre
My hair is newly repaired. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
I became your wife when I was fourteen. Shame has not been opened yet.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and said with a smile, "May the dust turn to ashes."
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
2. Memories of ancient poems related to Tang Jiangnan Huangfusong.
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
Jiangnan Good/Memories Jiangnan Shi Xia
The sky is full of water, and the water is far from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight. The moon reflects the water in the sky.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete. When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.
Southern Song Dynasty in Wang Jiang
Inflammation is eternal, and the first night invades the bed. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland.
Yi Tang Jiangnan Wen ting yun
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!
Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan
Sui dike is far away, and the dangerous road is light. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves.
After slanting, the new moon rises to the west. When the city goes upstairs, I hope I can walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan Song
Jiang Nanan, clouds and trees are half sunny and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets. North and South are separated.
Create or destroy something, and it will last forever. Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day.
The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers. Give you the stars.
Fame and fortune, drifting home. Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves. Travel around the world.
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west.
Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang. Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep. When does this round end?
The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold.
When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant. Lengying is very happy.
Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night. Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days. It is raining.
Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later. On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. The wind and the moon are falling.
Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
Yu Gezi Zhang Tang He Zhi
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Tijuehai Temple Huangsong Pavilion Stream
The smoke in the furnace is dark and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the meditation bed is surrounded by wood and the stream is surrounded by bamboo. In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade.
Bai Juyi, Tang Hao, Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; 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. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
3. What are the poems related to Jiangnan? "Going downstream" (in autumn, he met your kindness and elegance) is common in Du Fu's Qi Wang mansion, and Cui has heard it several times before.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. Spring Dream (there is an ethereal thought, Jiangnan is a beautiful dream in it) The bridal chamber in Cen Can was in full bloom last night, so the old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River.
I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south. Miscellaneous songs
Yang Liuzhi (a beautiful artistic conception of writing catkins all over the sky) Sun Guangxian (,five pronouns, Sun Guangxian, whose real name is Bao Photon, whose real name is Bao Photon. Lingzhou Guiping (now the northeast of Renshou County, Sichuan Province) is a native.
In the later Tang Dynasty, he was appointed as the judge of Lingzhou. Later, he served as an ancient consultant in Nanping.
After the Song Dynasty, he served as the secretariat of Huangzhou. Collect flowers * * * Received his 6 1 word.
It is the most used word among the five pronouns. He is the author of dramas such as Dream of the North. ) the wind is warm and the flowers are withered, and it is not cold to fly all over Jiangnan.
It's just that water posts are late, and idle people rely on red work. There are ponds and pavilions, fog, infiltration and growth.
It's like a person standing in the spring breeze for a long time. Although the roots are near the turbid water stream, there is no harm in having a song all day long.
Who deserves a gold belt? Not many people laugh at orioles. Ten thousand plants withered and resented the death of the Sui Dynasty, like hanging Wu Tai.
Fortunately, Huaiyin has a bright moon, and the restaurant flute is full of miscellaneous songs. Recalling that Bai Juyi in Jiangnan is good in Jiangnan, the scenery once seemed 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.
Harmony songs. Jiangnan Qu Lu Guimeng loves Jiangnan Chun and says picking apples on the river.
The water is deep and the smoke is wide. The wheels are shiny and there are clouds floating on the hood.
Clouds and moons are self-interested, but it is difficult to go in the water. Away from Luoyang Road, spring grass grows on the shore.
A message to the boatman, don't boast about the good wind and waves. Harmony songs.
Picking lotus (the scenery description of picking lotus is good, although the scenery is sad) Wang Bo picks lotus, green water and hibiscus clothes, autumn wind makes waves and geese fly. The laurel orchid grows under the radius, and the skirt wrist is gently shaken.
The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is getting bitter. Acacia is bitter, but the ceremony can't stay.
The husband beyond the Great Wall has not returned, and it is dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan. It's dusk, picking lotus, and this canal will definitely promote home.
Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river. Lotus after lotus, why do the leaves overlap?
Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks. Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away.
Love flowers, love lotus roots. Therefore, where there is love, there are new things that blossom.
I don't hesitate to pay attention to Nanjin, and I am ashamed of Beihai's delay in writing geese. Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested.
Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worth visiting the river last month. Lianpu night party, Wu Ji will meet.
* * * Ask a thousand miles to cross the mountain. Jiangnan Yuefu poetry can pick lotus leaves in Jiangnan, what is a lotus leaf? Fish play in the middle of lotus leaf, east of lotus leaf, west of lotus leaf, south of lotus leaf and north of lotus leaf. Boarding in Guazhou, Wang Anshi, a water room in Guazhou, Zhongshan, only separated by several mountains. Spring breeze is green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy.
The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets. North and South are separated.
Create or destroy something, and it will last forever. Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep.
This passenger should not board the plane. The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace.
The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day.
The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint.
Who dreamed of Lan Heng? Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand.
Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers. Give you the stars.
Fame and fortune, drifting home. Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves.
Travel around the world. Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains.
In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west.
Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang. Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry.
It occupies the apricot garden red. Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights.
Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep. When does this round end?
The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness.
The sky is very long. Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor.
Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold.
When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates.
As drunk as a fiddler. Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds.
Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant. Lengying is very happy.
Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night. Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm.
I cherish dancing in vain. Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan.
Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days. It is raining.
Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later. On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat.
Smoke and waves are connected far away. Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist.
Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. The wind and the moon are falling.
Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi.
Don't cut the dragon flute easily