Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Ci
The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space.
In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint.
This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance.
Today, we saw the scene in front of us, and we realized that the scenery on the mountain was hidden as described by Ouyang, an old alcoholic.
The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains.
Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves.
Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter.
As a matter of fact, as long as a person has the noble spirit of ambition and wisdom, he can be poised in any occasion and enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of miles.
Tixi Taiyi Palace Wall
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi Style: Ci
Willow leaves are green and black,
The sunset of lotus is red.
Thirty-six vicious springs,
Baishi wants to see Jiangnan.
The operator sent Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang.
Year: Song Author: Wang Guan Style: Ci
Water is an eye wave, [1]
The mountain is where the eyebrows gather. [2]
If you want to ask pedestrians where to go,
To the intersection of mountains and rivers. [3]
Just sent home in spring,
I'll take you home.
If you go to Jiangnan to catch up with spring,
Never live with Chun.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
The head of the golden scissors is moving,
When the color core is opened, it is not afraid of cold.
It's sunny and snowy, and the makeup is crisp and frozen.
Double emerald phoenix on the twelfth floor,
Vague singing, remember Jiangnan Lane.
Drunk dancing in the spring breeze, who can * * *, Qin Yun has a honeymoon dream.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
Dreaming of entering the smoke and water road in Jiangnan,
Do your best in Jiangnan, and don't meet people who leave.
I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to finish writing this love letter,
Float geese sink fish, and finally there is no evidence.
However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
The early plum blossoms in Chiba are pleasing,
Smile coldly and try on the inner makeup first.
The moon is delicate and fragrant with ice muscles, and the romantic wind is called Dongjunyi.
-Twist the lamp and spring,
Jiangbei Jiangnan, who is better than?
Jade sound blows all over the ground, and good branches grow long and hate no one to send them.
Hu daolian
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
Plums were first found in the pavilion,
Arouse the rejuvenation of Jiangnan.
Shake the scenery of Yuxi,
Shuiyang horizontal oblique shadow.
Exotic scent until you get drunk,
I woke up after being drunk with incense.
Good is the combination of jade and capacity,
People compete with flowers for jade-like stone.
Leave the spring order
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
Draw a sky, dream back to the agreement,
Ten continents are all clouds and water.
Hand-twisting red notes to give people books,
Write infinite hurt spring.
Beppe's tall building once stood by,
Yes, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
In the underwater sound downstairs,
One day, tears were high.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
Jiangnan did not notice the snow,
Yimei is a guest from the south of the Yangtze River.
Remember the previous meeting,
Light smoke in the middle of the moon.
Yu Rong has a letter,
Come back smiling.
When Huaiyuan went upstairs,
The sunset glow is low.
Eliminate business dissatisfaction
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
The flowers in the court are still shallow, and the most jade building is warm first.
Spring dream, Jiangnan is still far away.
Knitting brocade scissors,
If you send it casually, you should be late.
It's too short-sighted to ask acacia.
Shengchazi
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
Where does spring come from,
Ask the stream.
The willows on the shore are yellow,
Long Mai is green and humid.
Affectionate and beautiful boy,
Fingers are as close as grass.
Who gave it to sister Ling Tou,
Send a letter to Jiangnan.
journey
Year: Song Author: Yang Yi Style: Ci
There are things in the south of the Yangtze River, the water is light and the clouds are light, and the snow is full of the former village.
Chihiro Cuiling, a fragrant branch, is passed on to people all the way.
Shouyang makeup, ice posture and jade state, really childish.
It's stormy, more patient, smelling in the flute.
Fang's summer homework in Lishui.
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan Style: Ci
Old warbler chicks in the wind, plums in the rain, trees in the shade and afternoon gardens.
Lying low near the mountain, wet clothes, total cost of baking fire.
People are happy when they are birds and kites, and new ones splash outside the bridge.
After a long time, Huang Wei bitter bamboo, suspected of flooding Jiujiang ship.
Every year, like a club swallow, I drift in the Han Sea and send a rafter for repair.
Don't think about the performance outside, or koEY spirit, always sit in front of the bottle.
I am tired and haggard, and I can't bear to listen to intense and complicated orchestral music.
At Song's banquet, a pillow was installed for me, so that I could sleep at will when I was drunk.
Lianhuan Xie
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan Style: Ci
Resentment without trust. The lover is cut off, and the news is far away.
The comic book can be uncovered by a clever hand, like the wind and rain, and the fog is light and the clouds are light.
The swallow house is empty, and the dark dust locks a string.
In the old society, red medicine was planted by hand to change roots and leaves.
Du Ruo was born in Tingzhou. The boat bends along the coast, and people are on the horizon.
Memory, listening to books that day, gossip is always burning.
Shui Yi Spring Festival, Wang Jiangnan sent me plum calyx.
Give up this life, raise a glass to the flowers and shed tears for Iraq.
Qin Yi goose
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
The shadow of the building is lacking, and the shadow of the railing lies in the east wing of the moon.
On the east side of the moon, the wind is dew for one day, and apricot blossoms are like snow.
Smoke-proof urges the leakage of gold to swallow, and Luo fine-tunes the dark snuff knot.
Snuff knot, a spring dream, Jiangnan is vast.
Yiwangsun
Year: Song Author: Jiang Kui Genre: Ci
Cold red leaves fell on the pond. A ship with a long line of clouds. Scattering Jiangnan is not free. Plan ahead. Liao deyin
Worry at night.
Bu operator
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Snow and the moon are the most suitable, and Xue Mei is sunny. When it snowed in Jiangnan last year, plum blossoms appeared at the end of the month. It blooms early this year, or that year. Leng Yan is a lonely man with bright eyes and just needs some snow.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Year: Song Author: Yan Style: Ci
The red yarn learns to dance with a soft waist, and the spinning dress is dyed like a palace.
Woven into a wild goose outside the cloud, dyed as a light spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the Peach Blossom Palace, there is a Song Guan, which is a beautiful night.
When I came back, the wine with double sleeves was scarred, and the fine print was unintentional.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Tang Author: Style: Ci
The party lacks Peng,
Aquilaria sinensis shovel on Wu Shanbi.
Liu Rusi,
When the mail bridge is in the spring rain.
The picture building is broken,
Cao Fang Jiang Nanan.
The mirror and the flower,
Who knows this?
Pimp a butterfly
Year: Tang Author: Style: Ci
The autumn wind is sad,
When the traveler didn't come back.
Grass beyond the Great Wall decays first,
The geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrived late.
Furong's face is tender,
The willow tree has new eyebrows.
Shake off makes people sad,
Heartbroken. Who knows?
Jiangnanchun
Year: Song Author: Kou Zhun Style: Ci
The waves are boundless, Liu Yiyi,
Lonely villages are far from the grass,
Apricot flowers fly at an oblique sun.
Jiang Nanchun was heartbroken,
Pingman Tingzhou people have not returned.
Mishin Yin Yin
Year: Song Author: Liu Yong Style: Ci
A small boat with a light sail was temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.
Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment.
The water is boundless and the geese are scattered.
Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition.
The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow.
Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here.
It's too late to feel tired.
Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes.
Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion.
The grass is wide and the afterglow is full.
There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away.
Dong Xian ge
Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Ci
Jiangnan wax is exhausted,
After the first plum blossom,
Divided into Spring Festival and weeping willows.
Thin waist has its own style,
What's more, the bones are clear and elegant.
On the bank of Yongfeng Square,
No one is there all day,
Who has seen the gold silk painting?
When the heart breaks into a floccule,
The green leaves become cloudy,
Nothing. Ten percent is wasted.
It's not the east wind coming at you.
Blow away a little spring wrinkle between eyebrows.
Qingyu case
Year: Tang Author: Li Yu Style: Ci
The Vatican Palace is protected by clouds,
The road is getting whiter and whiter and covered with moss.
Broken wintersweet □ early dew.
Yin Tao is vast, Yushan Wan Li,
Cold cover Jiangnan trees.
Crows and crows are in a mess, and it will be dusk.
The sea and the moon reflect smoke.
Xiuzhu low-hanging solitary crane dance
Yang Huafeng Nong, goose feather Tian Jian,
Poets always make mistakes.
Tread on lyrics
Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu
At dusk, Jiangnan smells bamboo branches,
Southerners are happy and northerners are sad.
Ever since I sang a new song in the snow,
Until the end of three spring flowers.
Ancient parting
Year: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang
Clear smoke and desert willow, not the parting wine.
More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci
Now that I think of Jiangnan music,
I was young and thin at that time.
Riding on a sloping bridge,
Covered in tea.
Cuiping gold buckle,
Indulge in flowers.
Seeing the flowers at this angle,
Never come back.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Tang author:
Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock,
The moon shadow on the screen window passes with the flowers.
Candles and tears are disappearing,
It's getting cold in Mei Sheng.
Baochai is a gorgeous phoenix,
A thousand miles of incense screens dreams.
Clouds and rain are desolate,
Spring grass grows in Jiangnan.
Meng Jiangnan
Year: Tang Author: Huang Fusong
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas.
Dreaming of plum ripe day in Jiangnan,
At night, the boat plays the flute and the rain whispers.
At the People's Postal Bridge.
Send someone to visit Wu Tang Du Xunhe.
When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.
Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.
The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.
A distant knowledge never sleeps, similar to a fishing song.
Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,
Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine.
480 temples in the Southern Dynasties,
How many towers of smoke and rain
Lihe Jiangnan lane
The green fog in the river is cool, and the sky is red and rugged.
Water, wind, clouds, old bamboo and bamboo rafters are picturesque.
Perch has a thousand heads of wine, and the wine lies in Nanshan Green.
Wu Bianyue's song is not finished, and the cold jade sticks to the river.
Bai Juyi, Tang Hao, Jiangnan
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; 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?
Yi Tang Jiangnan Huang fusong
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
I Tang Jiangnan Liu Yuxi
Spring has passed! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
Wangjiangnan Dongpo
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
Double Carving King Jiangnan Shouqiushui Liu Song Chenweng
Qi Mei, the color waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you. People sing their own songs.
A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk. Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.
Looking at Jiangnan Life in Double Tones: Zhang Cuiweng, Liu Song and Chen Weng
Seven days later, Dong Hui will be before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand. This will be a feast.
Sing about snow, except snow. Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.
Jiangnan Good/Memories Jiangnan Shi Xia
The sky is full of water, and the water is far from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight. The moon reflects the water in the sky.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete. When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.
Southern Song Dynasty in Wang Jiang
Inflammation is eternal, and the first night invades the bed. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland.
Wang Jiang, Zhou Bangyan in Southern Song Dynasty
Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.
Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.
Yi Tang Jiangnan Wen ting yun
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!
Wang Jiangnan fugu
There are unfinished, for the continuation of four songs.
Good lakes and mountains, rich in ancient and modern times. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious. There are bosom friends in the world.
Outside, the lake is close at hand. Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.
Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan
Sui dike is far away, and the dangerous road is light. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves.
After slanting, the new moon rises to the west. I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.
Wang liyu
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher!
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan Song
Jiang Nanan, clouds and trees are half sunny and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets. North and South are separated.
Create or destroy something, and it will last forever. Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day.
The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers. Give you the stars.
Fame and fortune, drifting home. Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese sway obliquely in Dongting Lake. Travel around the world.
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west.
Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang. Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep. When does this round end?
The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold.
When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant. Lengying is very happy.
Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night. Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days. It is raining.
Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later. On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. The wind and the moon are falling.
Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
Yu Gezi Zhang Tang He Zhi
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Mengjiangnan Qingqu Army
Sad leaves will never come back. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches. And the water is late.
Su Xinshi Song Yang Wanli
Spring is mostly at the end of willow branches, and long strips are picked and inserted in restaurants. Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic.
Tijuehai Temple Huangsong Pavilion Stream
The smoke in the furnace is dark and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the meditation bed is surrounded by wood and the stream is surrounded by bamboo. In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade.
Queqiao, Song Xian, Janice
Yesterday, when the boat was moored, the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds were thousands of miles apart. The torrential rain in front of the mountain overflowed the stream and washed away the heat of the world.
Twilight crow, falling into the sky, is autumn. Being a fool can't celebrate the new cool, and the west wind rises again.
Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of families. At the end of the day, there was a plane crash and there was not much contact.
Stupid and delusional, watching the night in Han Yin, waiting for Yunfei. Who knows that Niu Girl is old enough to have fun?
River Red —— Harmony of Job Building and Friends Rhyme
As the sun sets, Zhengze country is covered with frost leaves. Wan Li west wind stuffed geese, a few sad pharynx. You can hear Huai Tian's voice, but who can tell you what you hate? Lean on dry, old tears fall, flat. With a dagger, waist length. Yesterday's ambition, today's fahua. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide. If you want to chop, rat, live and bury nine fields, poor black rabbit will do the same. Envy canals, brush cliffs, and don't write articles.
Watching the lights day and night on February New Year's Eve, I became Chen Qingzhi.
The streets are crowded with women and men, and the lights are shining in the chaos. It's spring in Xiaoguan, and I still doubt it's Lantern Festival tonight.
Take a walk in Shi Jingtang
The horizontal pond is like a field, and the ten scenes have long been famous. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.
Shao Cun, Xiang Ying, Tan Ming City, Night Bo
Reed makes the sound of autumn, and canoes dock in the evening. The guest's feelings become a crane's dream, and people are like flowing ping.
The smoke in the kitchen is dark, and the fishing in Sichuan is bright. Lean on leisure, the month is pressing.