Jiangnan is good by Tang·Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me in the past; when the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Recalling Jiangnan Huangfu Pine of the Tang Dynasty
The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking by the bridge.
Recalling Jiangnan, Tang·Liu Yuxi
Spring is gone! Thank you, people from Los Angeles. The weak willow tree lifts its sleeves from the wind, the orchids in the bushes seem to be soaked in dew, and even sitting alone is full of tears.
Looking south of the Yangtze River Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty
Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. If you try to stand on a transcendent stage, you will see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, mist and rain darkening thousands of homes.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River in Double Tune, Longevity and Autumn Waters by Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty
The eyebrows are raised, and the purple clouds are served with color. The nine-chao island in the sky is slowly rising, and the person in front of you is smiling. People sing their own lyrics.
The chrysanthemums under the fence are drunk. The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers me a couplet of poems. When keeping the evening fragrance.
Double Diao Looking at the South of the Yangtze River Longevity Zhang Cuiweng Song Dynasty Liu Chenweng
Seven days later, the board of directors will meet in front of the reclamation. During the second month of the month, the river will stop at 13,000 rivers. The day is going to be a drunken feast.
Song of snow, except for the legend of snow. Seeing that the Department of Immortality has been repeatedly defeated, how can the orange millet technique be used in front of me? Singing to myself as the Magpie Bridge Immortal.
Jiangnan Hao/Reminiscences of Jiangnan Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixia
The sky is connected to the water, and the water is far away from the sky. The sky is pure and horizontal, the cold moon is rippling, and the water, light and moonlight are both. The moon reflects the sky in the water.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times. When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to the common people.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty
The sun is shining brightly, and the moon invades the bed at first night. The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool. On the pillow is a fairyland.
Looking south of the Yangtze River, Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan
The wandering prostitutes dispersed and circled back to the embankment alone. The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city. Jiumo is not stained with mud.
Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala is not a success. Outside the wall, I see flowers looking for the way around, horses are passing by in the willow shades, and orioles are singing. Everywhere is miserable.
Recalling Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
There are countless hatreds, and the hatred is at the end of the world. The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of their eyes are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying.
After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou!
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, Song Dynasty·Dai Fuzhi
There are still unfinished parts to continue the four songs
Hushan is good, and it is both ancient and modern. There are thousands of scrolls hidden in the three rooms of the knotted house, and a single stroke of a brush can amount to a thousand pieces of gold. There are friends all over the world.
On the road outside the door, close by is Huyin. I have fun while walking along Wanliu Embankment, and sing when I am drunk on Baihua Island. Live up to your lifelong ambition.
Jiangnan Liu Zhang Xian, Song Dynasty
The Sui Dynasty embankment is far away, the waves are fast and the road dust is light. Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells on Willow Bridge. It makes me sad to see people parting ways, not to mention caring about oneself?
After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City. I lean on the towers high in the city and hope that my body can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The leisurely dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. There are orchestral music playing on the boat and across the river, and light dust is flying all over the city. Busy killing the flower watchers!
Idle dreams are far away, and it is autumn in the southern country. Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.
Looking at Jiangnan/Reminiscing about Jiangnan Wang Qi, Song Dynasty
On the south bank of the river, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails have gone and the sky has aged, the tides have risen and the sun has set. The north and the south are separated.
The ups and downs of things are the same through the ages. At the foot of the mountain, the fishing market is dawning, and the rain is pouring deep beside the willows in the restaurant. Travelers should not come here.
Jiangnan grass is as easy to plant as it is to trace. The orioles' tongues are confused as they reflect the fallen flowers, and the souls of Nanpu's guests disappear due to the green fascination. Fighting against the green robe every day.
The wind is about to turn, and the tenderness is overwhelming. It rains at night in the distant green land, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams about Lan Tiao?
Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is coming, the smoke is gathering, the wind is clear, and the waves are blowing out cold flowers. Deliver the stars far away.
A man of fame and fortune has not returned home yet. In front of Xisai Mountain, the fishermen sing far away, and the geese travel diagonally on the waves in Dongting. Conquer and stay at the end of the world.
The swallows in the south of the Yangtze River are gently blowing the embroidered curtain wind. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty. Jie Jie Xie Xun Xidong.
Wang Xiezhai once entered Qitang. The smoke passes over the flowers and flies far away, and the dreams are hurriedly made by the dawn window. Partially accounted for the apricot garden red.
The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves. When does Yuanqi rest?
The stars are far apart, and the wind is dewy into the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to shake and hate, Su'e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.
Jiangnan wine has a strong taste. I lie drunk in the deep alley in the spring breeze, looking for the fragrance at dawn to the east of the small bridge. Bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells.
When the sandalwood board is drunk, people's flour becomes red. Green apricots, yellow plums and red plums are on the pavilion, and anchovies and bitter bamboo shoots are on a jade plate. If you are drunk, you can attack with worry.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is light and plain in the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold. The cold shadow is clear and happy.
Toads and jade are so different, it’s easy to watch it again in the clear night. Thanks to the couplet of poems by the women, the quilt is green and the curtain is green, and Ziyou takes advantage of the prosperity to spread the waves. It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.
It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. The smoke from the green tiles dims the willow bank, and the fragrance of red silk penetrates the plum blossom sky. Floating and flowing.
Morning and dusk grow in front of Chu Feng. On a cold night, I am worried about wearing a gold pillow, and at dusk the river is deep and the magnolia boat is closed. The smoke and waves are connected far away.
Jiangnan bamboo is clear, moist and extremely fibrous. The deep path is intended to accommodate two phoenixes, and the back courtyard reflects the blooming peach blossoms. Feng Yueying lingers.
The cold jade is thin, and the frost and rain are urging each other. The pink tears are flowing freely, and the sheep cart once came near the green branches. Don’t cut the dragon flute lightly.
Yu Gezi by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly and peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Dream of Jiangnan, Qing Dynasty·Qu Dajun
Sad leaves fall, the time when leaves will never return. Even if the tree is full of flowers after returning, the new branches are not the old ones. And the flow of water is delayed.
Suxin City, Song Dynasty Yang Wanli
The spring scenery is mostly in the willow branches, and long strips are picked out and inserted in restaurants. Just look at the cold food at the writer's house, and the village songs and dances are more romantic.
The title of Juehai Temple is Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
The smoke from the furnace is thick and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the wood surrounds the Zen bed and the bamboo surrounds the stream. When I have time off, the cicadas miss the tall willows, and the setting sun is in the west under the shade of bamboo.
Magpie Bridge Immortal Wu Qian of the Song Dynasty
The boat was moored yesterday, the dangerous pavilion was whistling alone, and the clouds were scattered thousands of miles away. The heavy rain from the front mountain came across the stream, washing away the heat of the world.
At dusk, the crows and trees are at the end of the day, and the birds are setting in the sky. They are all full of autumn. The idiot Ma Yinu congratulated Xinliang, but she didn't know. The west wind picked up again.
With the fragrant cakes and bait, fresh fruits and vegetables, thousands of households come begging for tricks. In the end, personnel and affairs are empty and difficult, and there is not much coming and going with clumsiness.
The idiot is delusional, looking at Yinhan at night, waiting for the cloud chariot to fly across. Unexpectedly, the cow girl has reached her age, and she is in a happy mood.
The river is full of red --- He Xing Yue Bo Tower and Friendship Rhyme
The sun is thin and the sky is cold, the country is in full bloom, and there is a frosty leaf. Across thousands of miles, the west wind chokes the geese and makes several mournful sounds. Geng Geng's intentions can be known from heaven, but who can say that Youyou hates her so much. Leaning on the langan, the old tears fall down the mountain, and the mountains are flat and barren. .Carrying a dagger and a long cylindrical sword. The great ambitions of the past are now glorious. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide. If you want to kill the rat, live, and bury the flying cat in nine places, the pitiful black rabbit will run in two directions. I envy the canal, sweep the cliff with strong pen, and write different articles.
Watching lanterns day and night on the first day of February, Qing Dynasty·Chen Qingzhi
The streets are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights illuminate the blue sky. The flute and flute have become a scene of spring, and I still suspect that tonight is the Lantern Festival.
Take a walk on the Ten Scenery Pond
Hengtang is like a field with a barrier, and the names of the ten sceneries are not complete for a long time. Only the cauliflower harvest is good in autumn, and the yellow clouds and yellow brocade are as good as before.
Mooring at night in Shaocun Ming·Tan Yingxiang
The reeds make the sound of autumn, and the light boats are moored in the evening. The guest's feelings are like a crane's dream, and the traces of people are like floating duckweeds.
The smoke from cooking is dark when crossing the river, and the fishing fire in Zhanchuan River is bright. Leaning on the canopy and looking out at the place, the moon is compelling.