Spring has passed! Thanks to the people of Los Angeles. Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, shrubs are like towels, and sitting alone also contains sighs.
Wangjiangnan Dongpo
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it from a separate platform. A city is full of spring flowers, and thousands of flowers are dark in the misty rain.
Yi Tang Jiangnan Wen ting yun
Never hate, hate the end of the world. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, and Yun Lan tilts. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. They all missed Qian Fan, and the water kept flowing, and they were heartbroken to Baipingzhou!
Wang liyu
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. On the boat, the orchestra is on the river, and the city is flying with catkins and rollers. Kill the flower watcher! Dreams are far away, and autumn is clear in the south. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of Luhua. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Mengjiangnan Qingqu Army
Sad leaves will never come back. Even if the tree is full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches, and the water is late.
Yi Tang Jiangnan Huang fusong
Blue embers fall and red bananas darken the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing flute and the rain rustling, people talking about the post bridge.
Double Carving King Jiangnan Shouqiushui Liu Song Chenweng
Qi Mei described Xia Zi, a colorful waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of the statue. People sing their own songs. Chrysanthemum under the hedge, one drunk. Flowers and water, please welcome me thirty times. Autumn wind wrote me a poem. Save the evening fragrance.
Jiangnan Good/Memories Jiangnan Shi Xia
The sky is water, and the water is far away from the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the cold moon overflows, and the water, light and moonlight merge into one. The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery are difficult to be complete. The scenery is good, the heart beats fast, and the heart is far from happy. Let's talk to laymen.
Wang Jiang, Zhou Bangyan in Southern Song Dynasty
Wandering prostitute, wandering alone on the levee. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the rain in the west is dark. There is no mud in the land of nine eccentrics. There is a saying between peaches and plums, and the Spring Festival Evening has not become a new way. Outside the wall, the flowers found their own way, and the willows flew over the songbirds. There is sadness everywhere.
Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan
Sui dike is far away, and the waves are urgent and the dust is light. Today, the ancient Liuqiao saw many farewells, and people were worried about their lives, let alone taking care of themselves. After the oblique light, the new moon rises to the west. I wish I could walk with you like the moon.
Southern Song Dynasty in Wang Jiang
On a hot day, the first night of the month invaded the bed. Exposed by a bunch of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cold. On the pillow is the fairyland.
Zhi Jiangnan
(1) Shuixiu Mountain has a clear eye and a long distance, and leans against the small pavilion window when returning.
Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.
(2) I heard that Jiangnan is a wine town, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken.
Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
Miscellaneous songs ~ recalling Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. I can't forget Jiangnan. Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable place is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees under the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will I revisit Jiang Nanyi, and then I will think of martial arts. Wu drinks a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa dances hibiscus and gets drunk. We will meet again sooner or later.
Song of peace. Lotus picking belongs to Wang Bo.
Returning from lotus picking, the green water is covered with hibiscus, and the autumn wind is flying like a wild goose. The laurel orchid grows in the distance, and the skirt and wrist are gently shaken. The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness. Acacia can't stay. The Great Wall has not yet been recruited, and it is dusk to pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk. When you are sad to leave, hold flowers and pity * * * and fold lotus roots and love silk. So where is my love? New things are full of flowers. I don't hesitate to pay tribute to Nanjin, and I am ashamed of the later writing of Beihai Goose. I have a good time picking lotus, and I haven't rested all night. It is just the upper hand of the mighty river, and it is worth wandering by the river last month. When I met in Lianpu Night, Wu Ji and Yue Nv met. * * * ask Han Jiang Li Qian.
Meng Chun Cen Can
There was a spring breeze in the bridal chamber last night, so the old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River. When I slept on the pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Wangjiangnan Dongpo
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it from a separate platform. A city is full of spring flowers, and thousands of flowers are dark in the misty rain.
Mengjiangnan Qingqu Army
Sad leaves will never come back. Even if the tree is full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches, and the water is late.
Send someone to visit Wu Tang Du Xunhe.
When we arrived in Gusu, people slept on the river. There are few idle places in the ancient palace, and there are many small bridges in the water lane. Lingou is sold in the night market and shipped in the spring. Knowing from afar never sleeps, similar to fishing songs.
Lihe Jiangnan lane
The green fog in the river is a cool wave, and the sky is red and rugged. Water and clouds are full of old bamboos, and bamboo rafters are picturesque. The bass is full of wine, and the wine lies in the south mountain. Before the song is finished, the river is covered with cold jade.
Tijuehai Temple Huangsong Pavilion Stream
The smoke from the furnace sinks the rhinoceros, the wood surrounds the Zen bed, and the bamboo surrounds the stream. In my spare time, Qiu Chan misses willows and the sunset is in the bamboo shadow.
Wang liyu
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. On the boat, the orchestra is on the river, and the city is flying with catkins and rollers. Kill the flower watcher! Dreams are far away, and autumn is clear in the south. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of Luhua. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Zhang Song County, Liu Jiangnan
Sui dike is far away, and the waves are urgent and the dust is light. Today, the ancient Liuqiao saw many farewells, and people were worried about their lives, let alone taking care of themselves. After the oblique light, the new moon rises to the west. I wish I could walk with you like the moon.
Wang Jiangnan fugu
Have something to say. In order to continue the Four Songs, lakes and mountains are good, and Bo Gu is connected with the present. "Three Rooms in Wu Jie" is voluminous, and every word is precious. There are bosom friends in every corner of the world. The road outside the door is near the lake. Wanliudi walks and sings while Baihuazhou is drunk. It's worth it.
Jiangnan Han Author: Han Anonymous genre: Yuefu
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are available. Fish play among lotus leaves, lotus leaves in the east, lotus leaves in the west, lotus leaves in the south and lotus leaves in the north.
The Year of Giving Ye Fan: Northern and Southern Dynasties by Lu Kai.
Fold the flowers and give them to the leading family. There is nothing in Jiangnan, so why send a spring?
Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists can only grow old if they join Jiangnan.
Spring water is bluer than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
People are like the moon, and the wrist is frozen with frost and snow.
If you go home before you are old, you will be heartbroken.
Time to step on the lyrics: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu
At dusk, Jiangnan people smell bamboo branches, and Jiangnan people are happy and sad.
Since singing new songs in the snow, until the end of March.
Ancient separation era: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang
Clear smoke and desert willow, not the parting wine.
More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery
Jiangnan poetry
There are many people in Chenpi Jiangnan, and Wu Jizhou weaves white silk. This land is low and wet,
Lianmu entered the river as a brand. Jiangcun grew into a city day by day and took a boat across the bridge to Puli.
Green sand covers the city with bamboo as the house, and those who have no wells drink the tide. Spring wine is drunk in the afternoon of the Yangtze River.
There is a high wine flag hanging at the mouth of the river. It advocates hanging water nets on both sides of the building and singing bamboo branches at night to keep away visitors from the north.
There is a lot of joy in Jiangnan.
Liu Yiqing's "Looking at the Tide"
Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
There are 100,000 bridges painted with willow, wind curtains and green curtains.
Clouds and trees surround the embankment with sand and stones, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless.
Cities are full of pearls, and families are full of Luo Qi, competing for beauty.
Thick lakes are piled with beautiful scenery, including Sanqiu cinnamon and Shili Lotus.
Guan Qiang clears up, Ling Ge sings all night, and Xi Xi catches lotus flowers.
Thousands of riders, high teeth, drunk listening to flutes and drums, and enjoying the clouds.
The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.
Qian Tang Chun Hu Xing [Tang] Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of the trade pavilion, and the water level is low.
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?
Scattered flowers gradually attract fans' attention, but shallow grass has no horseshoe.
I love the lack of lakes traveling eastward and the white sand embankment in green Li Yangyang.
Su Shi on Lake Chu Qing [Song Dynasty] after drinking rain.
The water is bright and the eyes are bright, and the mountains are rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.
Lei Feng Zhao Xi [Yuan] Yin
Smoke mountain is light for money, while thousands of feet is floating for the sky.
Huafang Lake is what I want, and the lonely peak is still sunset red.
Su Di Xiao Chun [Ming] Zhou Yang
It is when the flowers are dark and spring is bright that the thick lake fog will disperse the forest sand.
Where the yellow crane stops smoking, it crows over Su Causeway Xiao.
Qu Yuan Feng and [Ming] Wang Yanna
The ancient bend pillow lotus pond, the wind hesitates to brew incense.
You are drunk, and your brocade skirt is afraid of new coolness.
Old emulsion of Shuangfeng Interplanted Cloud [Clear]
The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected.
Come to Xinyu Lake late, a crazy cloud locks two ends.
Hu Xinting [Qing] Xu
I'm not going to return it after a hundred clear tours, but the lonely pavilion is good in Shuiyunjian.
The station is empty on all sides, with one city head and three mountains.
Climbing Zhang Ting to watch the tide with Yan Qiantang [Tang] Meng Haoran
I stopped playing when I heard Lei Zhen in One Hundred Miles.
Even riding out, the river is waiting for the high tide.
According to the day and autumn, the sky is clear, and the sky is clear.
The stormy waves came like snow, and it was cold.
Pinghu Autumn Moon [Song] NaHo
Cold spring does not flow, eulogizing the boat.
In the west wind of Baiping Hong Guang, the lake is full of beauty and autumn.
Yong Jinmen saw Liu [Yuan] pay tribute.
Outside the golden gate, willows are like gold, and they are not green for three days.
Bring a skill, and let people know that spring is deep in the city.
Doctor Nan Zhong [Ming] Wan
Jade screen smoke flies at dusk, and the hall bells glow.
The path is full of talk, and the mountain increases the deduction of firewood.
Pan-West Lake at night [Dong of Ming Dynasty]
The West Lake is full of clothes, and Qian Shan is hazy in autumn.
The second waterfowl doesn't know where to stay, but also flies to the Wang Hu Pavilion.
Watch the fish [clear]
Water is red and blue, and Luyuan landscape is full of autumn market.
I only feel the fun of swimming, but I also forget that fun is like fish.
West Lake Willow Branch Ci [Qing] Shu Tian
Short stripes brush short long dikes, with oriole Chen Wenjing's cry on them.
The smoke in the green curtain can't be hidden, and the west of the bridge is being painted one after another.
Poems describing Jiangnan (1) 1, Jiangnan is good-Tang Baijuyi 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? 2. Recalling Jiangnan-Tang Huangfu Song's Orchid Falling, the picture is dark red banana. 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. 3. Remembering Jiangnan-Yuxi, Liu Tang went in spring! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh. 4. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River-Su Song Dongpo is not old in spring, and the wind is fine and oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark. 5. Look at the longevity and autumn waters in the south of the Yangtze River with double tones —— Chen Weng in Liu Song, Qi Mei and Chua in Xia Zi. 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. 6. Look at the longevity of Zhang Cuiweng in the south of the Yangtze River-seven days after Chen Weng in Liu Song, Donghui was 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. 7, Jiangnan is good/recalls Jiangnan-Tian * * * water, water is far away. 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. 8. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River-Song Zhuori is eternal, and he invaded the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland. 9. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River —— Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the prostitute and went back to 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. 10, remembering Jiangnan-Tang Wen Tingyun must hate it, and he hates it very much. 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! 1 1. Jiangnan willow-Song and Zhang Xiansui dike are far away, and the road is lighter than dust. 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. 12, looking at the south of the Yangtze River-Tang Liyu dreams, and flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River. 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. 13, Fishing Song-Before Tang Zhang Egret flies to Mount Cisai, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. 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. 14, dreaming of Jiangnan-Qing Qu Dajun mourning the fallen leaves, which are gone forever. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches. And the water is late. 15, stay in Xincheng-Song and Yang Wan Li spend most of their time on willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them in restaurants. Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic. 16, Tijuehai Temple-Huangsongting, the furnace smoke is gloomy, the water is heavy and the rhinoceros is heavy, and the wood is around the meditation bed and the bamboo is around the stream. In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade. 17, Ten Scenes Pond is like a field with barriers, and the name of Ten Scenes has not been complete for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year. 18, night berthing in Shaocun-reeds make autumn sounds in Xiang Ying, Tan Ming, 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. 19, Spring Dream-Tang Censhen's bridal chamber started in the spring breeze last night, so the old man is still on the other side of Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south. 20, Jiangnan-Han Ming Jiangnan can pick lotus leaves, lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. Poems describing Jiangnan (II) 1. The first bridge is in the south of the Yangtze River, and the willow is still cold at the beginning. Sunset, overlapping twilight, lingering and clear, Wan Li rivers and mountains. There is nothing to say, the birds are singing and fragrant, but look, the green water is further east, and the eyes are extremely round. 2. I mistook the cloud for a sail in my dream, so that I could feel the faint fragrance and bid farewell to Chang 'an. The snow is like catkins, the plum blossoms are in a trance, and the peach blossoms are a little bit. I only feel my skirts and I feel drunk and depressed. Blue waves are rippling, the Milky Way is at a loss, far from home. 3. Look at the clouds rolling under the cliff, the wind is rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still falling as they were then. 4. Ask if you want to go home, holding your sleeve, and the clouds in the sky are calm with the wind. Drunk in the sunset, peach blossoms bloom, vaguely seeing your melancholy. 5, next to the red dragonfly, jade people burn incense, childhood fold, bamboo and horse pairs, jealous. 6, red candle * * * Who is silhouette, holding a cup, lingering and drinking, this life, only Fu Junxin. 7. But how many people have dreams when they know that previous lives were carved on stones? 8. Who wrote a pen but remembered a volume of feelings and only remembered the past years. 9. I once thought of tears, and I was heartbroken and speechless. I asked what I wanted. Looking for smoke and waves, meeting is the most slim. The reed flute can't help blowing at night, and the bright moon shines long in the sky. I have been suffering and hurting all these years, and I want to give up, and my heart is like ice. Acacia is endless and haunts my window every day. When the sky is foggy, the morning glow is in a dream. 10, stronger sense, windy edge, slightly cold brocade, and cold blue sleeves. 1 1, it's a long way to live alone, and several families hate to leave each other, and the beautiful scenery is lovesick, and people are pitiful. 12, everyone in Xiaochi loves flowers and is heartless. Don't spend money on incense, for fear of attracting a lot of annoyance. The past is hard to erase, and the saddest thing is the fifth watch. Walking by the river last month, there were people on board. 13. When there is little water, sit and watch Yun Qi, the spring breeze and the green willows. Drunk in the moon and fascinated by flowers, dreaming in the boudoir, watching the spring breeze begin, the pool is sad. 14, look at each other, mountains and rivers flow to this life. Purple butterflies are flying in the clouds, and the clouds are flying. Don't be afraid of tears, Wan Li Chun. If autumn fragrance lingers, who can ask? I like to watch fishing outside the cold sea. 15, go out to Xiyangguan, you don't have to go home if you are drunk. Liu Zhi, for a tear of a hero. 16, the shadow of the phoenix tree shattered into pieces, the wind was messy and the warblers flew. Smiling makes people drunk every year. Tonight, the soul dreams of an eternal night, and no one sees it, but the tears are empty. 17, Zen bell Buddha said how to persuade people to return, in exchange for tears in the West Lake in March. 18, the past suddenly turned into a dream, without trace. Who feels bitter tears and looks around empty. Don't look at each other in embarrassment. Turning tonight's events into pain. Forget a little bit of lovesickness and let yourself wander around. 19, sail straight to Jinling wind, smoke and willow fly away. The cliff pine leans against the moon, and the clear spring moves. Alas, Feiyun is always helpless. The more he laughs at the dream of spring, the more he is the same. The scenery on both sides of the strait is endless, and the haze is already in the mountains.