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.
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.
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, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying 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!
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. When the city goes upstairs, I hope I can walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.
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.
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.
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?