Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old.
The river is as red as fire at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring.
can you not remember Jiangnan?
This is a poem by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, praising Jiangnan.
Ding Xianzhi of Jiangnan Qu
The north of Changgan Xielu is near Pu 'er's home.
if you are interested in visiting each other, you will come to Huansha in the Ming Dynasty.
heading for hengtangkou, the ship is sailing at a rapids.
I know Lang's old feelings, and please keep the bow close.
yesterday, I teased Nanling, and the wind and waves blocked it.
you don't meet everyone when you enter Pudong, but who will believe you when you return home.
I have made up my makeup before I know it, and I have gone to the boundless by the tide.
As I crossed from Jingkou, I sent a message to King Shao Ling.
when I first got off the Furong Building, my words sounded sinister.
I'm anxious to sail for a boat, but I don't want to be seen by others.
thinking about the south of the Yangtze river
yesterday, the grass withered and today it is green, which makes people feel homesick.
at night, you have a dream to go home, and it is bright before you reach Tonglu.
Yu Gu in Jiangnan Qu
I occasionally pick white apples from the riverside, and also compete with my female companion for the river god.
Many people dare not speak clearly, so they throw money at people in secret.
Li He in Jiangnan Lane
The green fog in the river makes cool waves, and the sky is red and craggy.
the water, the wind, the clouds, the old bamboos, and the bamboo rafters are like a canvas.
there are hundreds of wine for perch, and the wine lies on the south mountain green.
before the final song of Wu Biao's chant, cold jade was pasted on the river.
Send Du 14th to Meng Haoran in the south of the Yangtze River
Jingwu meets the water as a hometown, and it is slim for you to go to Chunjiang.
where are the sails moored at sunset? As far as the horizon is concerned, it breaks people's intestines.
when Jiangnan is pregnant with Li Bai's youthful geometry, the yellow birds will not stop singing. People in the world, I do not know where the road to return, wandering, white hair.
my heart flies in the clouds, and my shadow lingers in the moon. This body is especially brilliant, and the countryside is long deserted.
where did Yan go? Long song Xie jinque.
Du Mu, the quatrain of Jiangnan Spring
Thousands of miles of yingti green reflected the river, and the water village was full of mountains, fruits and wine flags.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties are covered in misty rain.