The self-composed modern poems praising Nanjing are as follows:
1.?"Po Qinhuai"?Du Mu?[Tang Dynasty].
The smoke is in the cold water, the moon is in the sand, and I stay in Qinhuai at night near the restaurant.
Shang girls don’t know the hatred for the country’s subjugation, but they still sing the flowers in the backyard across the river.
2. "Wo Yi Xiang" by Liu Yuxi [Tang Dynasty].
There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
3. "Ascending the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling" Li Bai? [Tang Dynasty].
The phoenix travels on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix leaves the platform and the Kongjiang River flows by itself.
The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes of Jin Dynasty become ancient hills.
Beyond the blue sky half-fallen by the three mountains, Bailuzhou is divided into two waters.
The floating clouds can always cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad.
4. "Ascending the Phoenix Terrace" by Yang Wanli [Southern Song Dynasty].
The thousand-year-old Phoenix Tower, which is hundreds of feet tall, will never come back even after all the tides have passed.
The grass closes in the river at the north end of the egret, and the apricot blossoms bloom in the west of the bird's clothes.
The dragon, pan, and tiger dominate the mountains and rivers, and drums and horns have been used in mourning throughout the ages.
There are only sentences left in banishing immortals, and the spring breeze is in charge of blowing spiders and coals.
5. "Stone City"? Liu Yuxi? [Tang Dynasty].
My motherland is surrounded by mountains, and the empty city is lonely in the tide.
On the east side of the Huai River, the old moon came over the female wall late at night.
6. "Nian Nujiao·Stone City"? Zheng Xie? [Qing Dynasty].
The overhanging rock is thousands of feet tall, and it was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes. Thousands of miles of golden city can never be returned, thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Jun's boat was pointed directly at the boat, but the wind was so favorable that it never stopped. There are torches on the bow of the ship, easily burning the iron ropes. Now, as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering. It was called to stop the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city. Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers.