1. Poems about Jiangnan Town
Poems about Jiangnan Town 1. Poems about Jiangnan Town
1. "Ode to the Water Fairy" "Jiangnan"
Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Yanghao
A river of smoke and water illuminates the clear blue sky. People on both sides of the bank have painted eaves, and there are lotus bushes in the autumn light. Watch the sand gulls dancing again and again, rolling the ten-mile bead curtain in the fragrant wind. Painting boats are arriving from the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind. Love to kill Jiangnan!
Translation: The sun shines on the river, and a thin layer of smoke rises. The painted eaves and painted beams of the houses on both sides of the strait are connected. There are lots of lotus on the river, and the autumn light is tranquil. You can see the sand gulls flying and circling on the river again and again, and the fragrant breeze drifts from the beaded curtains of every house. Beautiful ships seemed to be coming from the horizon, and the flags of the restaurants were fluttering in the wind. Jiangnan is so lovely!
2. "Maple Bridge"
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The grass outside Cheung Chau Garden is rustling, but it is a long time to travel to the city.
The only thing I won’t forget now is the mist of dusk and the drizzle of rain crossing the maple bridge.
Translation: The grass outside Cheung Chau Garden has grown slender and solemn. Thinking about it, it was a long time ago when I visited the city. The only time we can't forget is when we said goodbye, crossing the Maple Bridge in the dusk and mist.
Maple Bridge is in the current Suzhou City (Maple Bridge is in the west of Suzhou City, in front of Hanshan Temple). Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge" refers to this bridge.
3. "Two Poems on the Lake after the Clear Rain (Part 1)"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The morning sun welcomes guests and the mountains are illuminated, while the late rain remains People enter drunkenness.
Zijiajun doesn’t know this. One cup should belong to Narcissus King.
Translation: When the sky was dim, I went to greet the guests from afar, and the morning light gradually dyed the mountains red. While boating on the West Lake in the evening, a burst of rain came from the sky, and the guests were already drunk and drunk.
West Lake is so charming rain or shine, but guests don’t fully appreciate it. If you want to experience the magical beauty of paradise on earth, you should drink wine and appreciate it with the "Narcissus King", the patron saint of West Lake.
4. "Miscellaneous Poems of Wuxing"
Qing Dynasty: Ruan Yuan
The four rivers of communication embrace the city diagonally, and thousands of streams spread through thousands of homes.
Plant water chestnuts in the depths and rice in the shallows, and plant lotus in neither depths nor shallows.
Translation: Four rivers crisscross and surround Wuxing City, and their flows are skewed from the city walls. These four rivers branch into many streams, and many families live along the streams.
The residents took advantage of these excellent natural conditions to plant water chestnuts in deep water, rice in shallow water, and lotus in moderately deep water.
5. "Xingxiangzi: Trees surround the village"
Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
Trees surround the village and the pond is full of water. Leaning on the east wind, wandering in great excitement. The small garden is full of spring sunshine. There are peach blossoms red, plum blossoms white, and cauliflower yellow.
Far away from the wall, the thatched cottage is hidden. Beside the Yangqing Banner and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally, I took advantage of the opportunity and walked through Donggang. The orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy.
Translation: Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond, and the east wind blows, and I walk with excitement. The small garden is small, but full of spring. The peach blossoms are red, the plum blossoms are white, and the cauliflower is golden.
In the distance, there are a few thatched houses in the wall. The green flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood beside the stream. Occasionally, I took a tour and walked through the hills to the east. The orioles are singing, the swallows are flying, and the butterflies are in a hurry, it is a wonderful spring scene.
2. Poems about small towns in the south of the Yangtze River
The most famous is Bai Juyi's "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"
Recalling the South of the Yangtze River (Part 1)
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Reminiscing about Jiangnan (Part 2)
Reminiscing about Jiangnan,
The most memorable thing is Hangzhou.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple,
Watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will we visit again?
Recalling Jiangnan (Part 3)
Recalling Jiangnan,
Secondly, recalling Wugong.
A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves,
Wu and her two daughters dance together to get drunk with hibiscus.
See you again sooner or later?
3. Sentences describing a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, no poetry required
1. The source has not been studied, it comes from Baidu.
A faint thin smoke of alienation hangs over the town. The simple buildings with white walls and black tiles are like undressed girls, standing gracefully by the river. The light ink sky blends with the jagged stone arch bridges, and the slightly turbid river water ripples gently. A sad-looking awning boat floats aimlessly on the river. Blurred, like a drop of ink gradually penetrating rice paper, everything is merging and becoming blurred. Only the light ink color is left. This is Jiangnan, the beautiful Jiangnan.
2. "Jiangnan Town" by Yu Qiuyu
The narrow river passing through the town, the exquisitely carved stone bridges, and the residential buildings built beside the river. Under the floors of the residential buildings are There was water, and the piers of the stone steps protruded from the bottom of the floor. A woman was washing herself on the pier, and a wisp of white smoke was rising from the Uupeng boat only a few feet away from them. The smoke floated through the bridge hole to the other side. There is a low and wide stone railing on the other side of the river, where you can sit or lie down. Several old people sat there with peaceful faces and watched the passing ships. Compared with the small town composed of stilted buildings by the Xiangxi River described by Shen Congwen, the small town in Jiangnan lacks the simplicity and danger, and is more smooth and stable. There are no dangerous shoals in front of them and no desert behind them, so although they are secluded, they are not very imposing; most of them are quite old, but their always relatively moist lifestyle has not allowed them to retain many ruins and relics, so it is also difficult to hear There are not many historical sighs; of course they have experienced ups and downs, honors and disgrace, but in fact they have never presented too grand a scene, so it is not easy to have a feeling of vicissitudes similar to that of Zhuque Bridge and Wuyi Lane. In short, their historical journey and realistic appearance are plain and durable, narrow and long, just like the stone streets that connect them. In this way, the town of Jiangnan Province graciously received tourists who had left it far away in the early years, comforted them, advised them to have a good rest, and tried its best to encourage them to make a good place to rest. This has almost become a paradigm of life, invisibly and quietly controlling people with lofty ideals and benevolence all over Kyushu, making them often look back from high altitudes, think hard on moonlit nights, and chuckle in their dreams.
The beauty of Jiangnan towns lies not only in themselves, but also in the lifelong descriptions in the hearts of countless travelers.
3. "The Qinhuai River in the Sound of Oars and Shadows of Lights" by Zhu Ziqing
But the Qinhuai River is indeed boring. Just like the human faces in the boat, whether they are moored with us or pass by our eyes, they are always blurry or even indistinct; no matter how you open your eyes and wipe your canthus, they are always blurry or even vague. Dirt is in vain. This is really enough for people to think about. Where we parked, the lights were dim; but these lights were all yellow and haloed. Huang couldn't understand anymore, and it became even more difficult when he was dizzy. The more lights there are, the worse the dizziness becomes; in the interlacing yellow stars, the Qinhuai River seems to be enveloped in a mist of light. The light and mist are dizzy, and everything is only the outline; so the detailed curves of the human face disappear from our eyes. But after all, the light cannot take away the moonlight over there; the light is muddy, but the moonlight is clear. In the chaotic light, there is a clear glow, but it is really a miracle! That night Yue'er had lost two or three points of weight. She only put on her makeup in the evening, and her hair was covered with luxuriant hair. The sky is lovely blue, like a pool of water; the moon is even more energetic. There were three or two weeping poplar trees on the shore, their faint shadows swaying in the water. Their soft branches are bathed in the moonlight, like beautiful arms, entwining and holding each other; and like the moon's hair. Occasionally, Yue'er peeked at us from their intersection, looking like a shy little girl. There are several unknown old trees on the shore, standing bare and shining in the moonlight. But he seems to be a spirited old man. In the distance - almost to the skyline, there are only one or two white clouds, which are so bright that they appear brilliant, like beautiful shells. Under the white clouds is a dark outline; it is an irregular curve drawn at random. This scene is very different from the flavor in the river. But the lamp and the moon can coexist and blend together, making the moon become a lingering moon, and the lamp shines with a faint spiritual brilliance; this is why Heaven is thick with the Qinhuai River, and it is also the reason why Heaven is thick with us.
4. This is the first time I came to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. I want to express it in poetry. What kind of poetry should I use?
Bath orchid fragrance in Huaian Chongwu
Year: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Genre: Ci
The silk is tied around the wrist, the hairpin is hanging from the skillful seal, and the jade is hidden in the gauze to sleep. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, the colorful window is in the clouds, and the young man in the past keeps his promise. At that time, I once wrote about the pomegranate skirt and the sad red gauze fading calyx. The dream of millet is getting old, and the smoke in Tingzhou is thick. Don't sing the ancient Jiangnan tune. Resentment is hard to suppress and the Chu River is in despair. Swallow's milk is smoked in the wind, plum blossoms are yellow in the dark rain, and the orchid curtain is bathed in the afternoon mirror. When thinking about Qinlou, I also imitate people returning home, and I should take my own discretion in Jian Changpu. But sadly, new toads appear everywhere. Jiangnan (Han Yuefu①)
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan.
Lotus leaves and Tiantian ②,
Fish play among the lotus leaves.
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south,
The fish plays with the lotus leaves North
Knowing the south of the Yangtze River
(1)
The beautiful water and mountains, the clear eyebrows are far away, and I lean against the small pavilion window when I return home. The spring breeze does not understand the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and smiles at the rain lane looking for tourists to taste.
(2)
I heard that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road feel heartbroken. Who knows that there is no drunkenness in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring breeze is full of fragrance.
Jiangnan is good
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Titled Lin'an Residence Lin Sheng
Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when does the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.
Nanyouyincao Yu Dafu
The thirty-six majestic peaks of Wuyi and the nine-curved clear stream are different.
If you look at the landscape from a strange angle, the West Lake will look like a small family.
Yang Wanli emerging from Jingci Temple at dawn
After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun. Like red.
Drinking Su Shi
The water is shining when the sky is clear, but the mountains are also strange when the sky is covered with rain.
If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Lengquan Pavilion Lin Zhen
A stream of clear water can refresh the poetic spirit, and only oneself knows the cold and warm years.
When singing and dancing flows out of the West Lake, looking back is not like when you were in the mountains.
5. Sentences describing Jiangnan small towns
1. Since the moment I was born, I have been living in this small Jiangnan ancient town, walking in the morning every day The mist roams on the gravel path, bathing in the sweet and fresh air every time, watching the small bridge and flowing water, and listening to the sound of oars.
2. Water! A small stream flows quietly, like a silver chain in the sun. I quickly played in the water, with smooth bluestone slabs, small black fish... The water was very clear, and the large pebbles on the river bed were clearly visible.
Many children, big and small, were playing and playing in the water. The water splashed everywhere and turned into a pearl necklace in the air, fresh and clear.
The splashing water drops fall, causing small ripples, crystal clear and colorful. 3. The slates are clear, and the various slates are naturally put together.
The high and low stone slabs led the road to a new corner again. There are also many colors of slates, including cyan, which is pure and flawless, green with black, and green with some fresh emerald green.
Looking closely, I seemed to hear a gentle tapping and saw the years of growth rings. 4. When I open my palms, countless palm prints seem to rise into the sky, glowing with fireflies, intertwined into a mysterious illusion; for a moment, it is the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River that I have longed for, and in an instant it melts into the clear snow water of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and suddenly I pass by. The solemn totem was raised, and finally a solitary cliff was erected.
I stood on the cliff and looked down. Under the cliff is a clear and deep blue lake.
I can have a glimpse of the girl in green shirt who loves poetry and is addicted to literature. She came here in the waves, and in the sudden review of history, she transformed into nirvana... 5. At the end of the road, there is a place that has not been seen for a long, long time. The human-managed stage was surrounded by weeds and was very empty and dark inside. Candles were lit, and the flames swayed in the wind that came through the holes in the wall... The former glory of this stage was reduced to nothing. The dust on the wood will remain in people's memories forever.
6. I came to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River for the first time. I want to express it in poetry. What kind of poetry should I use?
Bath Orchid Fragrance Huaian Chongwu Year: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Genre: The poem is tied to the wrist with silk, the skillful seal script hangs from the hairpin, and the jade is hidden in the gauze to sleep. The silver vase is exposed, the colorful window is cloudy, and the past is about the young man's promise. For that time, I once wrote about the pomegranate skirt, the sad red silk faded the calyx, and the millet dream faded away. Old, Tingzhou smokes and smokes. Don't sing the ancient tunes of the south of the Yangtze River. It's hard to suppress resentment. The Chu River is soul-stirring. The wind smokes swallow's milk, the dark rain plums are yellow, and the afternoon mirror bathes in orchid curtains. When thinking of Qin Tower, I also personify my return, and I should Jian Changpu Drink at your own discretion. However, I am disappointed to see new toads appearing everywhere. Jiangnan (Han Yuefu①) Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. There are lotus leaves in the fields②, and fish are playing among the lotus leaves. Fish are playing with the lotus leaves to the east, and fish are playing with the lotus leaves to the west. , The fish plays with the lotus leaves in the south, the fish plays with the lotus leaves in the north and knows the south of the Yangtze River (1) The beautiful water and the mountains, the clear eyebrows are far away, I lean against the small pavilion window when I come back. The spring breeze does not understand the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I look at the rain alley with a smile and look for guests to taste. (2) Hear and listen Jiangnan is a wine town, and people on the road feel heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, and smiles at the fragrance of spring breeze. Jiangnan is good, Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me before. 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? The title is Lin'an's residence, the green mountain building outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they think Hangzhou is Bianzhou. The thirty-six majestic peaks of Wuyi and Dafu in the south are intoxicated. The scenery of the mountains and rivers is like this. From a strange point of view, West Lake is like a small family. Yang Wanli after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn. After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Drinking Su Shi's water is shining The clear sky is good, the mountains are empty and the rain is also strange. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable. A clear stream of water in Lin Zhen in the Cold Spring Pavilion can refresh the soul, and you only know whether it is warm or cold. Sing and dance out of the West Lake, and you will never look back. When in the mountains...