Jiangnan in front of us is a poem? Is this a painting? Is it the lady in the boudoir? Is it Xiaojiabiyu? Bridges and flowing water are your tenderness, and highways are your strength. The wide road divides the south of the Yangtze River into a huge grid book ―― a masterpiece carefully written by farmers.
A straight road is an infinite staff, and all kinds of vehicles are jumping notes, playing a song of celebration. Flowing with joy, rolling with passion, singing fiery red and expressing prosperity. ...
Jiangnan songs-pastoral music and disco!
Xue pan
Looking forward to snow is looking forward to your mood.
It seldom snows in the south. Who is standing on a cloudy day?
A tree, on a high hill, is waiting for the colorful winter alone.
The wind spreads beautiful lies in the cold rain, and the snow is turned away by the lintel of the season. Every time I lose weight,
The first frost is always remembered as the back of a dream.
It hasn't snowed yet, and my heart is as empty as a bird's whine.
A deciduous tree, its desolate appearance, makes the whole season lonely.
It snows south of the Yangtze River.
Like a flock of frightened birds, white feathers fall with the wind,
My heart fluttered on vilen, and I couldn't utter a moan.
It snows in Jiangnan. A lot of unforgettable pain does not come from cold, when your eyes shrug.
Glaciers, flying thoughts blocked all retreat.
It is a bird that flies south and returns to the north, bringing me the spring rain that turns green quietly.
Snowflakes melted into my tears.
Beautiful songs are floating in the snow.
Beautiful songs are floating in the snow, and these wonderful notes come from far away places.
God, it reached the peak of the season overnight.
Everything silently plays the symphony of the earth and sings in unison for the coming spring.
The germ under the snow is surging in the spring tide.
I'm not an audience in front of the stage. My heart joined in dancing and singing,
Enthusiasm is high and never ends.
Watch the children play with snow.
At this moment, the earth is like a kind mother. Love extends wider than the seasons,
Let the children's footprints write the happiness and joy of childhood in the snow.
Make a snowman. Throw snowballs. Have a snowball fight. Children's innocent eyes and laughter smooth the wrinkles of the soul.
A snowman piled high caught my attention, and I suddenly felt that snowman was myself.
Soon integrated into the children's sunshine world.
Snow is silent.
Snow is silent.
A group of children playing with snow awakened a sleeping dream, and the snow lit up the morning.
Is the sky full of freedom and joy that makes the earth tremble slightly, or is it my heart,
Longing to fly freely like snow.
I saw the earth holding a holy heart, and it was still calm in the face of cheering children.
Walk into the snow
Walking into the snow, am I getting old or young?
If I am getting old, why is my heart as light as snow and my eyes lit up by fairy tales?
If I am getting younger, why are my temples gray?
Thoughts are like falling in love.
2. What are the modern poems describing water towns? 1. "Water Town" I want to sit on the boat in Wu Peng with you and walk on the water of the old houses on both sides of the strait. Old houses and flowers hanging on the wall are drifting away ... Swinging across the Moon Bridge, watching the pedestrians drifting away from the bridge wave their greetings to the changing clouds in the sky, quietly watching the willows bend their waists, kissing the tenderness of the water surface, and letting the long hair float in the wind between the green water and the clouds ... The flowing blue waves still feel the time, and the thin wind combs my happy mood ... You hold my hand with an oil-paper umbrella and set foot on the alleys paved with bluestones, and the south of the white wall and the blue water reflect. Have another bite of red sweet and sour Sugar-Coated Berry and pose for a photo with the cabin. You set me in a wooden wall full of chlorophytum and green radish. Before we walked through the vine-covered boulder, we were surprised to find that the wooden house quietly emerged from the high stone, not far away from the white clouds. One after another, Wu Peng boats carried colorful people through the clear water and blue sky, and the soft water frowned, turning the shadows of those ancient houses into circles and circles of waterlines. I hope I can have a young first love! If only the first love had a little boy! 2. "Jiangnan" shakes the boat. Tongli Lake in the south of the water town is quiet and blue. Like the soft moonlight on an autumn night. It is like a breeze blowing through the silent wasteland. Put a lake in the palm of your hand, clear and bright. It's like a lover's eyes. It is soft and thin. Just like a baby sleeping quietly in its infancy. The water in Tongli Lake is beautiful and thick. It is a civilization precipitated by history. Jiangnan water town, you are the ideal home for your first lover. Lying in your arms is like returning to your mother's cradle! In the dream, the ancient water town is in the south of the Yangtze River. 3. "Jiangnan" Jiangnan, in the painter's pen, is still a beautiful, clear and watery watercolor painting.
The old cow returning to the building at dusk, the shepherd boy riding on the cow's back and playing the flute ... is it a poem before Jiangnan? Is this a painting? Is it the lady in the boudoir? Is it Xiaojiabiyu? Bridges and flowing water are your tenderness, and highways are your strength. The wide road divides the south of the Yangtze River into a huge grid book ―― a masterpiece carefully written by farmers.
A straight road is an infinite staff, and all kinds of vehicles are jumping notes, playing a song of celebration. Flowing with joy, rolling with passion, singing fiery red, expressing prosperity ... 4. Looking forward to snow is looking forward to your mood.
It seldom snows in the south. On a cloudy day, who is standing on a tree, on a high hill, waiting for colorful winter alone?
The wind spreads beautiful lies in the cold rain, and the snow is turned away by the lintel of the season. Every time you read the thin first frost, it is always the tiny back in your dream.
It hasn't snowed yet, and my heart is as empty as a bird's whine. A deciduous tree, its desolate appearance, makes the whole season lonely.
Snowfall in the south of the Yangtze River is like a flock of frightened birds. White feathers are falling with the wind, and my heart is fluttering on the leaves. I can't let out a moan. It snows in Jiangnan.
Many unforgettable pains do not come from the cold. When your eyes turn into glaciers, all your retreat is blocked by flying thoughts. It's a bird that flies south and returns to the north, bringing me a spring flood that turns green quietly. When the snow melts, it looks like my tears.
Beautiful songs are floating in the snow. These wonderful notes came from a distant heaven and filled the whole season overnight. Everything silently plays the symphony of the earth and sings in unison for the coming spring.
The germ under the snow is surging in the spring tide. I'm not an audience in front of the stage.
My heart has joined the ranks of dancing and singing, which is endless. At this moment, the earth is like a kind mother.
Love extends more widely than seasons, allowing children to write down their childhood happiness and joy in the snow. Make a snowman.
Throw snowballs. have a snowball fight
The child's innocent eyes and laughter smoothed the wrinkles of the soul. A snowman piled high caught my attention, and I suddenly felt that the snowman was myself and quickly integrated into the children's sunshine world.
Snow is silent. A group of children playing with snow awakened a sleeping dream, and the snow lit up the morning.
Is the sky full of freedom and joy, making the earth tremble slightly, or is my heart eager to fly freely like snow? I saw the earth holding a holy heart, and it was still calm in the face of cheering children.
Walking into the snow, am I getting old or young? If I am getting old, why is my heart as light as snow and my eyes lit up by fairy tales?
If I become young, why are my sideburns gray and my thoughts colored? 5. "Su Jiangnan" My life has no purpose. I build my life in a makeshift world. My appearance in the world is always open and smiling at others. Can I travel freely? I can walk in the villages on the earth and enjoy the moon. The bridge listened to the flute and flute in spring and recalled the beautiful shadow I had been intoxicated with. My dream is that Sanqiu, the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan, is the most beautiful lotus in June. Looking forward to the Iraqi people in this rainbow-colored south of the Yangtze River. It is the most fragrant place in my memory. It's breathtaking. How can I say how many beauties are carved in this Jiangnan picture scroll? That affectionate story may never be separated from the world's shuttle between lakes and mountains. There is a kind of warmth and happiness ... 6. Jiangnan loves March. Who taps on the screen window in a dream? Shili pavilion, smoke building, rain lane, no load, how many charming disappointments, loneliness, loneliness and fragrance? Who plays a sad flute in an empty corner, bursts of sadness and sadness inadvertently soaked in the wind, affecting thousands of loneliness. The fragrance of lilacs is faint tears, and the faint love has no intention to bounce off the dusty beauty and meet you in this foggy rainy season. Why does rhinoceros only hesitate silently ahead, put aside the loss in dreams, erase the sinking in the heart, and regain the memory of past lives in the stranded wind? -7. The quiet alley in the small building in the south of the Yangtze River is like a wisp of smoke floating in the dimly lit water town.
3. A modern poem describing a water town: Su Jiangnan Author: Zhang's husband, my life has no purpose. In a temporary world, I created my own life. The face of the world is always open, smiling at others. Can I travel freely? It is my dream to walk around the villages on the earth to enjoy the moon, listen to the sound of the flute in spring and recall the beautiful shadow I once fell in love with. Sanqiu, the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan in June, looks forward to the Iraqi people with deep affection. The freshest dream in my memory. How do you say how many beautiful faces are carved in this Jiangnan scroll? Affectionate stories may never be separated from the world's shuttle between lakes and mountains. There is a kind of warmth, there is a kind of happiness ... Chapter II: Love in the South of the Yangtze River Author: Xiao Muyu, in March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River and the warblers fly. Who taps on the screen window, the ten-mile pavilion, the smoke building, the rain lane in the dream, no load, how many charming disappointments, the lonely voice, the lonely fragrance, who plays the sad flute in the empty corner, and the sadness that is unintentionally immersed in the wind. Sadness, gentleness, the faint fragrance of lilacs, the faint thoughts of tears, the faint love of mang, and the casual opening of dusty beauty meet you in this foggy rainy season, but why does rhinoceros only hesitate to go forward without words, put aside the loss in dreams, erase the sinking in the heart, and regain the memory of past lives in the stranded wind-Part III: The gentle breeze and drizzle in this inseparable place: the small building in the south of the Yangtze River listens to the rain at night. Author: Cui Changping drizzle weaves a quiet spring night, a Song Like is walking in the alley in the south of the Yangtze River, and a wisp of light smoke is swaying in the lights. Floating and dragging-I can't cover my thoughts and stand with an oil-paper umbrella. In March, the arch bridge listened to the quiet and graceful sound of slurry-slowly passed through the moon window shaded by bamboo fences and filled in a gap-the beautiful image of jade scratching its head with a grounded dragonfly, shaking mulberry bud like misty rain. I deeply understand-the feeling of leaning against the window and counting flowers, the clear footsteps of the plum trees in front of the court and the gathering in early summer have become the thoughts of your life. There will be memories of Yinger singing plum rain dripping into the lotus pond, and I will stay behind forever. I will look for a shallow image along the ice-covered Grand Canal-I don't want to be sad when I stop by your side at night, but I can call it back when I disturb the familiar breath of the rainy night-I hope the intimate years will end in the early spring of next year, and I want to listen to it again-the voice of selling flowers like an almond: 4. Author of Jiangnan: Jiangnan in the ancient poems written by Zhang's father in wuyue is memorable. In reality, there is close romantic love in Jiangnan. Enjoying romance in the ancient town will set off some inner waves. This ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is stagnant in the historical process, contains profound feelings, the broadness and exquisiteness of Chinese culture, and the elegance and tranquility of this quietly flowing water. Looking back at the vicissitudes of life, the subtle beauty carries the imagination, and the luxurious and quaint books set off the river. Yan Ruyu's infatuation with beauty is in its infancy, and the lotus flower, with its memory of beauty and infatuation with clear water, is fascinated by a charm of seeking beauty. Graceful, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the pure beauty of impulse and the brilliance of youth. In her beautiful face, there is another kind of concern that makes people miss and miss.
Please write a modern poem about the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
She was sad in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Sighing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Like a sad and confused dream.
well
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Sighing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
5. The water town is my gentle home.
Fragrant waves bloom all year round.
Wet fishing song
Enjoy the cool in the smoke-entangled ship's rail.
Lotus-picking boat like embroidered shoes
Sneak into my dreams
Full of Qu Yuan.
A gloomy poem
The lake soaked my naked childhood.
Mother's cry floated in the wind.
Melodious shepherd flute
Awaken another flower.
Narcissus made of white scarf
Oh, I am a water town thousands of miles away.
How many spring tides occur?
Rise on the pillow of missing.
Let me rise and fall in the song of Jison.
Steal you a hundred times.
6. The modern poem "Jiangnan" about Jiangnan water town is still a beautiful, clear and watery watercolor painting in the painter's pen.
The old cow returning to the building at dusk, the shepherd boy riding on the cow's back and playing the flute ... is it a poem before Jiangnan? Is this a painting? Is it the lady in the boudoir? Is it Xiaojiabiyu? Bridges and flowing water are your tenderness, and highways are your strength. The wide road divides the south of the Yangtze River into a huge grid book ―― a masterpiece carefully written by farmers.
A straight road is an infinite staff, and all kinds of vehicles are jumping notes, playing a song of celebration. Flowing with joy, rolling with passion, singing fiery red, revealing the prosperity ... Jiangnan songs-pastoral music and disco! Looking forward to the snow is looking forward to your mood.
It seldom snows in the south. On a cloudy day, who is standing on a tree, on a high hill, waiting for colorful winter alone?
The wind spreads beautiful lies in the cold rain, and the snow is turned away by the lintel of the season. Every time you read the thin first frost, it is always the tiny back in your dream.
It hasn't snowed yet, and my heart is as empty as a bird's whine. A deciduous tree, its desolate appearance, makes the whole season lonely.
Snowfall in the south of the Yangtze River is like a flock of frightened birds. White feathers are falling with the wind, and my heart is fluttering on the leaves. I can't let out a moan. It snows in Jiangnan.
Many unforgettable pains do not come from the cold. When your eyes turn into glaciers, all your retreat is blocked by flying thoughts. It is a bird that flies south and returns to the north, bringing me the spring rain that turns green quietly. When the snow melts, it looks like my tears.
Beautiful songs are floating in the snow. Beautiful songs are floating in the snow. These wonderful notes come from a distant paradise, and the peak of this season comes all night. Everything silently plays the symphony of the earth and sings in unison for the coming spring.
The germ under the snow is surging in the spring tide. I'm not an audience in front of the stage.
My heart has joined the ranks of dancing and singing, which is endless. Seeing children playing with snow, the earth looks like a kind mother.
Love extends more widely than seasons, allowing children to write down their childhood happiness and joy in the snow. Make a snowman.
Throw snowballs. have a snowball fight
The child's innocent eyes and laughter smoothed the wrinkles of the soul. A snowman piled high caught my attention, and I suddenly felt that the snowman was myself and quickly integrated into the children's sunshine world.
Silent snow, silent snow. A group of children playing with snow awakened a sleeping dream, and the snow lit up the morning.
Is the sky full of freedom and joy, making the earth tremble slightly, or is my heart eager to fly freely like snow? I saw the earth holding a holy heart, and it was still calm in the face of cheering children.
Walking into the snow, am I getting old or young? If I am getting old, why is my heart as light as snow and my eyes lit up by fairy tales?
If I become young, why are my sideburns gray and my thoughts colored?
7. Poems describing water towns What are the poems describing "water towns"?
1. Andes, Wang Song.
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
2. On Tang Du Fu's "Meeting Li Guinian in the River"
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
3. Wu Song Wenying's Bathing the Heavy Noon in Huai 'an, Lan Xiang.
Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision.
4. Introduction to Bird Singing by Wu Song Wenying
Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction.
5. Song Luyou, "The study is bright and warm all day, and when you are tired, you will pestle in the small garden for a long time."
Comfortable sleep is better than massage, and the air in Jiangnan is still harmonious in October. The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.
6. Han's anonymous "Jiangnan"
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
7. Northern and Southern Dynasties Lu Kai's "Gift to Ye Fan"
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
8. The Bodhisattva Man of Tang Wei Zhuang
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
9. Southern Song by Liu Yun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
10. Huayang Qu by Tang Huixiu in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise. The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles. Grass grows under the deep embankment and clouds enter the high city. In spring, people are thinking, and thinking is always king.
1 1. Early Spring of South Lake by Tang Juyi
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
8. Please write a modern poem about a water town in the south of the Yangtze River with an oil-paper umbrella.
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
She was sad in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Sighing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Like a sad and confused dream.
well
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Sighing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone for a long, long time
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
9. What are the poems describing the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River? 1, "Everyone says Jiangnan is good"-Wei Zhuang in Tang Dynasty.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old.
The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is so good that tourists just want to stay in Jiangnan until they are old. In spring, the clear green river is better than the blue sky, and you can also fall asleep listening to the rain outside on the painting boat.
2. Early Spring in Nanhu Lake-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling.
Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The dark clouds dispersed, the wind and rain stopped, the weather just cleared up, and the sun shone on the lake to form a reflection, which had a warm and lively feeling. Full of apricots, broken red spots; The floating apples on the lake are as endless as a neat lawn.
3. Jiangnan-Anonymous in Han Dynasty
Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves, and fish play between them.
Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
Lotus can be picked on the water in the south of the Yangtze River, with lush lotus leaves and fish playing in them. Fish plays lotus leaf east, fish plays lotus leaf west, fish plays lotus leaf south and fish plays lotus leaf north.
4. Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been 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. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. I have long been familiar with it. The sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
5. Dengguazhou-Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Jingkou and Guazhou are only separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several green hills. The mild spring breeze has turned the south bank of the great river green again. Bright moon in the sky, when can you follow me home?