Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The mountains are lush, the smoke waves are long, and there are two isolated mountains, big and small, towering in the middle of the river.
Cliff high risk, apes and birds, tree slope empty.
From there came the boat, the rise and fall of Jiang Sheng.
The beach is flat and breezy, so tourists can't see it, but the swell boat is high and the mountain is bent with its head down.
Two mountains, like a bun, are rivers on the river, and the second beauty combs them.
This businessman on board is not frivolous. His sister-in-law married Lang Peng the year before last.
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The mountains are lush and misty, and two isolated mountains stand in the middle of the river. Cliffs are high and dangerous, apes and birds are not too high, and trees are strange. There is a passenger ship coming from there, its hull swaying between the oars and the running water.
The beach is flat, the breeze is Xu Lai, and there are no tourists. Only the swell boat is high and the lonely mountain is low, one after another. The two mountains are like a bun, facing the river, and Mel combs her new makeup. Businessmen on board should not be frivolous. My sister-in-law married Lang Peng the year before last.
2. Man Jiang Hong is homesick
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
When I dream of Yangzhou, I think of Yangzhou and dream of me. The first is the green willows on the Sui Dyke, which can't bear the smoke lock. The tide strikes at night and it rains ten miles away. Redder, fresh, cold, not round, cherry.
When to hide in Jiangcun; When the sun rises, Jianglou lies down. There are poets and drinkers. The flower diameter is not without new embellishment. There are many leisure classes in Sha Ou. If you offer your bald head as a man with a bent back, you won't be left behind.
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I miss my hometown Yangzhou, and I feel that Yangzhou is calling me. The first to fall asleep is the willow on the ear dike, which is too delicate to stand the fog lock in the lemon. At the foot of Guabu Mountain, the river tide beats the shore in the middle of the night; It seems to be flapping the moon reflected on the river.
The drizzle spread all over the miles of Yangzhou Road, and the lights were dazzling, setting off the red bridge across the stream like a rainbow. What's more, the unripe cherry is glittering and ruddy, which makes people dream.
When can I go back to my hometown in Yangzhou and retire to Jiangcun, and often lie in Jianglou? Chatting with poetry friends and drinking with wine friends. Decorate your garden with flowers and plants from time to time. Live as freely as Sha Ou. The white-headed old man also bent down to pick up five buckets of rice? Isn't it against your own interests?