The ponytail string on the Jiangnan poem 1 pipa is still pouring out the sorrow of the Millennium.
Long Xianxiang, the head of the sapphire case, gently outlined a hazy dream.
Beside Su Xuan, she moistened her heart and soaked it in Guangdong inkstone.
I gently drew some ink to draw your eyebrows.
A face reflected in a diamond mirror
Like Ding kiln white porcelain painting.
The gentle grinding of ochre in the jade plate makes people's hearts turn.
After the line is hooked, brush it with thin powder with meticulous brushwork, just like your delicate smile.
Wu Peng's boat swayed in the flowing water of the small bridge.
Coming and going are like seven strings dancing on the guqin.
Cross the sunset bridge beside Leifeng Mountain.
The blue light in the window of Xiao Su is still waiting for you. It has been lonely for thousands of years.
Separate dyeing of flowers, green and ink between bamboo leaves blown by wind
Just like the gentle call of lovers in the Jade Emperor.
The bells of Hanshan Temple in the distance are accompanied by Qiao Feng.
I walked past the whitewashed wall, and the tears of the gods wet my clothes full of moonlight.
Whose woman is good at dancing and patting red teeth with sleeves?
Wu Yinli's song "Dream in the Garden"
Rouge dyed her face red.
Only the joys and sorrows of Yun Lan and Hua Dan were staged.
Your sadness of holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane still haunts my heart.
I will put my mind into a pen, write down a thin golden body and send it to Nanfeiyan.
Horseshoe slipped through the blue brick apricot blossom in the rain, and she was busy opening the window.
Just like a cinnabar print, I will never forget your face.
Bridge 24, you have come to collect red beans and spilled them everywhere.
Looking at the sadness in Jiangnan, I splashed it with painters.
Where the wolf's hair fell, there was ink-like smoke everywhere.
The ink is empty, which is my hidden obsession.
I'm carrying an umbrella.
Strolling through the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River,
Staring at the diving water drops,
Splash gently,
Disappear quickly.
Like the disappearance of youth,
Like the trace of time.
I am a traveler,
Walk silently,
Everything that stays here,
Elegance is like a poet stepping on stone steps,
Walking through the fragrant inn of ancient wood,
A locked courtyard,
Poems that are silently recited in my heart arise spontaneously.
Miss the tenderness of this rainy country,
The profound connotation of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River,
Buried in my heart,
Sedimentation quietly,
Feel the meaning of life.
Lu Yu is full of flowers,
I walked silently,
It's raining hard,
I quietly left a heart of shame,
Aroused a delicate fragrance,
Looking at the distant figure,
As elegant as your skirt,
Suddenly, a woman floated in.
As if coming from a fairyland,
Want to reach out and touch,
It turned into smoke.
Quiet in the autumn moon,
Dotted with drizzle,
Touch your tearful cheeks,
Hit me in the heart.
I am like a handsome husband in the fireworks season.
After the prosperity, I am a passer-by after all.
The rain is flying gently,
I walked through the rain lane,
Osmanthus fragrans don't bloom in March,
Unfortunately,
Think of your little smile,
There is a ripple on the corner of my mouth.
I walked from the beginning,
Listening to the melody from the wind,
I don't like silence, but the helplessness in the rainy season.
I walked softly,
Fill all the collections along the way,
You are still the only one for me.
At the next corner,
After all, like all passers-by,
Carrying a travel bag,
Listen to sad music.
As quiet as when I first arrived,
Leave quietly.
My thoughts are like catkins floating in April.
Get wet in the winter rain.
Heavy and painful
Sad mood, quietly revealed.
It seems that, still, words don't count.
Burning throat, in the winter solstice wind
More burning pain, like thousands of ants crawling over.
If you start a prairie fire again, your heart will burn all the way.
Pain, pain
Tear off, the longest night in winter solstice, for cloth.
Can you stop the pain?
Tears are a sloping sea, drying up gradually.
Hold a small umbrella and walk into the rain like a curtain.
In the rainy night, the dim light is still there.
Pierced the curtain of the night
Shadow, mottled, desolate, cold.
The weeping willows on the river bank are dancing.
All complaints, stop.
Listening to the rain, quietly slipped from the umbrella.
Like a stream, it flows under your feet.
Telling a trace of melancholy, flowing into the distance.
Reach out and use the rain as a string.
Play a song, the sound is lingering.
I will miss you in my soul.
That unforgettable vivid memory
Wan Yun became an elegant ink painting, hidden in Jiangnan.
Jiangnan Poetry 4 The dignity of the ancient capital still exists.
Old clothes attached to time,
Always in your sight.
I walked into your elegant chapter,
Warm, you still smell of ancient rhyme.
Beautiful little bridge,
Keep the beautiful image of the guests,
On the shore of the lake where willows are dancing,
I think it's your smell.
Holding a handful of native fragrance,
Let her stay in a foreign land.
Let her accompany your youth,
Let her feel the homesickness of the wanderer.
Maple leaves float in the south of the Yangtze River,
Every one of them fell,
That is a wandering song that has been called for many years.
Bow to the olive of the royal residence,
Make her cold and bitter,
Call back the footsteps of the old people.
Autumn scenery outside the ancient city,
I am deeply attached to your book.
Fallen leaves fall on the path,
Pack your bags and leave in a hurry.
The wind is blowing,
Maple red is in the sky, falling in Ran Ran. ....
Send messages to yesterday and today:
A trip to the south of the Yangtze River,
Jiangnan Poetry 5 Jiangnan Spring
Du Mu
Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,
Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine ②.
480 temples in the Southern Dynasties (3),
How many towers are misty and rainy?
[Notes]
① Green reflects red: Green trees and red flowers set each other off.
(2) Shuicun Mountain Country: a village and town surrounded by mountains and waters. Wine flag wind: the wine cover of the restaurant flutters with the wind.
③ Southern Dynasties: It refers to the four dynasties of Song, Qi, Liang and Chen, and its capital was once in Nanjing, Jiangsu. 480 temples: describe the number of Buddhist temples. Because Buddhism was very popular in the Southern Dynasties.
Balcony: refers to the buildings in the Buddhist temple.
[explanation]
Since the topic is "Jiangnan Spring", the poet's eyes gallop thousands of miles: the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is vast and thousands of miles, singing and dancing are peaceful, willow green and peach red, rivers and mountains, and wine flags are facing the wind. Especially in the drizzle, the resplendent Buddhist temples add a lot of color to the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Because these Buddhist temples were established in the Southern Dynasties, they remind the author of that period of history, and endless meditation seems to be intertwined with drizzle.
[Introduction to the author]
Du Mu (AD 803-852), born in Fanchuan, Mu Zhi, Han nationality, Jingzhao Wannian (now Xi, Shaanxi), was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Du Mu is called "Xiao Du" to distinguish him from Du Fu. Also known as "Little Du Li" with Li Shangyin. Because he lived in South Fan Chuan Villa in Chang 'an in his later years, he was later called "Du Fanchuan" and wrote "Collected Works of Fan Chuan".
Jiangnan Poetry 6 dreamed of entering Jiangnan last night.
Wake up a broken heart
Acacia I once imprisoned.
Open all the reverie.
Like a snowy landscape.
Drifting in the cool cold
Heart candle, slowly rekindle
Bare branches
In the cold wind of Jiangnan
Lonely and empty
Then, sink into the quiet soil.
Stay in my heart
Only the sound of dripping after the rain.
Fall in one place with vicissitudes of life
In Jiangnan, I saw it.
It was your sudden inspiration.
Light up the river and flow green.
Gorgeous pine trees and green water droplets
It's your rich fragrance.
Let my thoughts burn endlessly
The blood in my body
Along the Jiangnan plain
Crazy growth
In Jiangnan water town
In the old alley of the water town
I am the window you opened.
Stepping on the moonlight reflected in the snow
Look affectionately.
Holding snowflakes falling in Jiangnan
Holding the sadness of missing.
I invite you, really.
Deduct a love legend
Create a myth of the world of mortals
Continue to write a beautiful chapter
Scene 7 of Jiangnan Poetry
Blue misty rain
It's a dream of Jiangnan water town.
stop
The gentleness of a few people
Pear white smoke curled up.
Ten percent off and ten percent off.
She is sentimental.
Slow-folding green willows are light and the wind is light.
Gently buckle acacia v. water flow
Smells delicious and drunk.
Light dyeing pen room.
The boat in the hazy water town is leisurely and carefree
She has a picture in her poem.
She is a poem in the painting.
be bright in the eye
A few people's hearts
Hold the umbrella gently
Walk through the blue tile and white wall
Listen to whose anklet was lost in Wuyi Long Lane.
Leave a melancholy Leng Xiang.
Walk past stone bridges and willows
Bai Yue rises quietly.
Listen to who is singing tenderly.
I will be sad and moved.
Looking into the distance, the sky is hazy and the mountains are heavy.
Mist rose.
Pear flowers and white flowers are people.
The water sleeve dance begins and the play ends.
Historical stories are cloisters.
Rain outside the curtain
Trapped by a touch of sadness.
Fall in front of the stone steps
drop by drop
Turned into a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Touch a piano and sing with me in the moonlight.
Shake hands with me.
You are the Jiangnan water town in my dream.
I love your picturesque face.
Attached to your tenderness
A continuous hazy drizzle
The lake is green and willows are long.
Qingwa Baiqiang Yueqiao Sculpture Gallery
The woman who walked by Xiqiao Bridge in Wuyi Long Lane.
A sad and heartbreaking story
There seems to be a wind blowing.
Flocculation decline
Scattered in Jiangnan like a dream
A fallen flower, a curtain of misty rain and a fallen leaf
Willow by the bridge and Bai Yue in the sky.
Jiangnan is you.
You are the Jiangnan in your dream.
Jiangnan Poetry 8. One of the Past Events
Dust is deposited in the chaotic swing.
I suspect there is a guzheng here.
The wind blew through the side door.
Shit, a two-year-old girl is timid
Grandma sat on the threshold silently, slowly, slowly.
Sewing a past seems endless.
She began to wear five-color silk rope Yuhuan.
Knit a wedding dress for my sister.
Second, my sister's love
I think I had a sister when I was very young ...]
Dense and humid Jiangnan
My sister waited for thousands of years and was idle for ten thousand years.
My sister has always liked it.
Leaning against the window to see the lotus pond
Look at the lotus pond and salvage the past with bamboo poles.
Sing a poem
I don't know which dynasty the poet hid in.
A trace of indifference and melancholy is hidden in the brow.
She said she was waiting for someone.
He is waiting for a city.
Third, the bride
Suona gongs and drums are loud.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
Whose girl is married in this town?
I kowtowed in class.
Grandma smiled all over her face at the thought of this.
Fourth, small
Flower pot gravel
Bell and Drum Tower in Dim Colors
Feathers danced wildly in the sunset, and the children cheered and applauded.
Picking up dog tail grass
Turn and turn.
The little bride wears my ring and vows:
-"Hook for a hundred years and don't change."
Fifth, resentment
Rain is floating in my eyes.
Dreams fall asleep in dreams.
Release two small fish that care about each other.
Light the fireflies of Pinellia ternata into the first lantern.
The little boy ran across the weather-beaten bridge with a smile.
Sister, when can you wait?
The legendary rainy season in Jiangnan
Watching ducks play in the water?
Jiangnan poem 9 holds an oil-paper umbrella
Walking on a quiet bridge
Look at the blue tiles and white walls on both sides.
Wu Yun, the female boatman on Wu Peng's boat, murmured with a smile.
That's Jiangnan, a picturesque water town.
The drizzle is silent and long.
Who plays pipa and sings pingtan?
Embroidered mother, slightly carried by the woodcarving window, quietly looked around.
I saw Jiangnan at a glance.
Jiangnan is elegant, like a splash-ink landscape painting
Wet moss clothed the rockery with green clothes.
It seems to add warmth to spring, cool autumn to summer, and remove makeup.
Always look back at the misty and rainy places.
That is the vast south of the Yangtze River.
That's Jiangnan, that's heartbroken.
My haunted hometown
Jiangnan Poetry 10 Xiaoyu Attached.
Retreat quietly in the breeze
The air is filled with warmth and drunkenness
It's just that Diane's eyebrows are relaxed.
Looking forward to beautiful eyes
The clear rhyme of a piece of spring comes one after another.
Birds hold flowers and flowers listen to birds.
Get me drunk.
Full of poetry and painting.
Wen Yi Lake is evergreen.
Spread out a poetic picture
With a hint of plum blossom rhyme.
Hold an eyebrow pencil
Gracefulness lies in the heart of poetry
Embroider a floral fragrance to break the Zen
The clothes are covered with fragrant flowers.
Drunk in the dream of Jiangnan water town
You are my Jiangnan
I am your spring.
Dream of blue boat, quiet all my life.
3,000 ancient rhyme love poems.
Use an earthenware pen. Here you are.
Waist-high feelings
Dye ink with light green in spring
With a wisp of spring rhyme
Go straight to your ambition.
With you, fingers clasped.
Strolling on the colorful bridge supported by willow trees
Combine with Jiangnan to form a picture of Danqing.
You are my Jiangnan
I want to be with you.
Take an oiled paper folding umbrella.
In yanyu lane
* * * measure the width of heaven and earth, and stay drunk for a long time.
Let you languish in my spring.
Past lives
Be intoxicated with time
Draw love into a poem.
Jiangnan poetry 1 1 dandelion flying,
Silver flying elf
Pisces people are born romantic.
Across the glass blue lake.
The ancient marble road was stained with emerald moss.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is flying,
With misty poetry.
Hold up the paper umbrella,
Strolling through the ancient streets of Jiangnan,
Listen to the rain,
The sound of hooves in the distance.
Magnolia grandiflora,
Dandelion flies freely,
I remembered the long snowflakes flying.
The blue bell rings,
The elegance of the blue wallet,
White orchids are simple,
Transient beauty,
Looking forward to the elegance of the next opening.
The meteor shower in June,
Pisces looks forward to romance.
Birds are singing in the old street hall.
Wandering for centuries,
Whether someone described it.
Lanshi road,
Painted tiles.
The clear water of Jiangnan's hometown,
Stay away from colorful neon lights,
Elegant beauty attracts the heart of Pisces.
Jiangnan Poetry 12 This parting, people have not abandoned in Yangguan.
A love that consumes everything, wait for my book to come back!
The moon is not over, and I don't blame the prosperity of the world.
Chinese new year is fleeting, don't wait for the water to grow!
Tilting moon
This dream is still in its infancy.
we
just ...
A group of homeless children.
once
Repeat
Take the moon as your home and the moon as your name.
It's so true.
Fengqi yuehua
Lift up a teenager's black hair
At night
Hidden eyes
Is so charming
Is it illusion or delusion?
Or am I persistent?
Just feel at home in your home.
Said he was with her.
why
Finally, still
Tsing yi lean horse
Watch the sunset alone.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Fight the sword for thousands of miles, and dance on the night.
finally
It's just me.
Blue sky and yellow land, the reincarnation of two lives.
What you said.
From now on, I will be with you and me.
Under the peach blossom rain, three days are flawless.
finally
It's just me.
Jin Ge Ma Tie, the fate is four times shallower.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Brush paint is the glory of the world.
finally
You are already.
Pregnant with Liu Jia, married to Wuling.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Dancing with the wind and the moon, seven steps into a piece
finally
It's just me.
Climbing mountains and wading, all directions are paying attention.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Ensemble a song, nine cycles
Live up to this age
And the result?
12 months, hair turned white.
Leng Yue, my heart is flying. I am with you today, and my tears are gone without you.
Dream of Chang 'an, where you can live well, you will get honor in the future, and the book will become prosperous!
Drink Tu Su, enter the throat and enter the intestine, sing this song, and leave Ryutsuki alone.
Read Jiangnan, go to Yangguan, look back, the road ahead is uncertain!
I'm sorry, I can't spend all my time on you anymore. I'm sorry, Moon.
I think I have to go, even if things change.
Knowing you is the greatest pride in my life.
I yearn for Chang 'an all my life, even if it is just a dream of Chang 'an.
Do you know that?/You know what?
The origin of tilting the moon?
I remember someone who said that tilting the moon is more like a name.
In fact, the moon, the moon, only myself.
There are two names in my household registration book, and the oldest name I use is Ming.
The name on the ID card is the name in my penguin file.
As for why there are two names, I won't explain them.
I remember a time when I hardly went out.
I am afraid, afraid to see everything outside, including the sun.
You know, even I dare not look in the mirror because I'm afraid it's not me in the mirror.
It took me a long time to get over that, but since then.
I hate sunshine, but I like to stay in the dark, crying and laughing silently.
Well, that's all. It's time to end. Anyway, I want to tell you that I am the only one leaning against the moon.
Jiangnan Poetry 13 In February this year, I came to Jiangnan.
Watching a rain awaken the spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan wakes up, white walls and blue tiles are simple.
The sky is like water, and the water is like sky.
The same clear, the same blue.
/
Sending away the cold winter, the wind in the south of the Yangtze River becomes lingering.
The peach blossoms on the shore are full of softness and delicacy.
Who kissed those delicate petals with heart?
In a ray of sunshine, I blushed for the face of peach blossoms.
/
The wind is singing softly on the branches, and the flowers are sleeping gently in the wind.
In the loneliness of life, you are always too far away.
As far as my fingertips are concerned, I can't touch your elegant blue shirt.
Looking forward to the Millennium, those ancient legends are all floating clouds.
/
Walking softly into a deep alley alone.
I didn't hold an oiled paper umbrella, so I couldn't hide the bitterness between my brow.
I don't know who shook off the dust on the white bluestone board.
By the old broken bridge, who can you meet to spend your life with?
/
Jiangnan is like a freehand scroll, fresh and elegant.
The warmth of spring falls in my heart.
The peach blossom stationery is what you looked like in your previous life.
You are in my dream, by the lake where the bridge flows, vaguely safe.
/
I am in Jiangnan, and poetry is also in Jiangnan.
Ink splashing, copying different Jiangnan paper.
Wu Pengchuan crossed the arch bridge.
Full of my attachment to past lives.
Can bring my infatuation to you.
Jiangnan Poetry 14 Du You South Campus
Lonely spring near the balcony, Huashan semicircle.
The green monster in the south yard, the east wind is weak, and the weeping sun is not obvious.
Stay away from the cold rain, timid and sad, quiet and far away.
Sighing the fragrance in the spring city, people are looking for fragrance, and only the phoenix tree swallows are sent.
Don't lean on the railing and climb the bell tower to grieve alone.
Jiangnan is endless, a fleeting dream of spring, how much sorrow?
Who are you talking to? I was drunk on the way home and couldn't stop.
Enchanting people, painting a building unintentionally, but I don't know, where is the money?
Rain in South
People in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River are nostalgic and ethereal.
Recalling the past, how much joy.
I can't sleep when writing lyric feelings. Who can talk about the past days?
Indus rhododendron, fragrant and cold.
The lingering shadow leans against the railing, and the string stops flowing through the year.
Sigh floating life, impermanent resentment.
I am fascinated by the blue sky, and Jinse is affectionate for no reason.
Things have changed, and smoke has been seen.
Jiangnan Poetry 15 Once upon a time, my thoughts came to your arms, and your tenderness was pushed to the depths of my soul by the wind.
So, in this golden harvest season, I stepped into the expected water town.
The hot air that can't be blown away fills the evening sky. Sunshine is like a glass bottle, hitting the innocent earth.
Missing, bound by the scorching sun; The sweat of returning seems to have run out.
Memory, scattered all over the floor, that moment, fragmented. The temperature of youth, coupled with the hot Jiangnan, is melting and burning, calmly without losing style.
Summer smile, gradually forgotten; The memory of summer is gradually blurred.
Pick up a strange city and tell yourself the outline of a tall building. Wired kites do not necessarily fly high; Wireless kites can never fly high.
I clean up the broken, tear open the disguise, let my heart fly freely and go to a place where my mind is stable. Although there is no scenery.
In fact, when you have the courage to embrace summer, you should be prepared to accept the harvest or loss of autumn.
The sadness bred by memory, let it be buried in the depths of the soul. Perhaps, the dream has dragged away the youth, but there will still be something moving.
Happy. The temperature of youth will never disappear, even if no one finds it.
The vows of eternal love have become a thing of the past. Why? But there is no reason.
The same eyes, the same look back. Smile, like neon red at night in the city, is ethereal and hazy.
Those beautiful things are lost, no longer strong and weak. Like someone's joke.
A place with a dream is not necessarily far away, and a distant place does not necessarily have a dream.
Harvest with a smile.
Failure and accumulation.
Success is like raindrops in the south of the Yangtze River, not wisps.