The blue embers are falling, and the screen is dark with red bananas. Idle dreams of plum blossom in the south of the Yangtze River, night boats playing flutes and the rain rustling, and people talking about the bridge by the post.
Good memories of Jiangnan Song Zhao Shixia
The sky is * * * water, and the water is far from the sky. The sky is clear, the moon is cold, and the water, light and moonlight are both. 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 is fast, and the heart is far away from the scene. Don't talk to the laity.
looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhu Dunru
The sun burns forever, and the first night invades the bed. Lying on the bank of a clump of lotus leaves, hibiscus fragrance is fine and water is cool. On the pillow is Fairyland.
recalling Tang Wen tingyun in the south of the Yangtze river
I must hate him, and I hate him at the end of the world. The mountains and the moon don't know what's on their minds, and the water and the wind fall in front of them, swaying blue clouds and slanting.
wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is not, and the oblique light is full of water, and Baipingzhou is heartbroken!
Liu Song Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River
The Sui Dyke is far away, and the rough road is light in dust. Today, the ancient Liuqiao Bridge has seen many farewells, and it is also sad to see people parting, not to mention caring for themselves.
after the oblique light, the new moon rises to the west side. When the city goes upstairs, I look forward to it. I wish I could be like a moon pavilion and travel thousands of miles with you.
Looking at Jiangnan/Recalling Jiangnan Song Wang Qi
Jiang Nanan, the clouds are half clear and cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide is rising and the sunset is still sinking. The north and the south are separated.
it's never too late to make a difference. The lonely smoke and fishing market at the foot of the mountain is clear, and the rain-dredging restaurant at the willow side is deep. The traveler should not board the plane.
the grass in the south of the Yangtze river is as complex as a picture. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is in disorder, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day.
the wind is about to turn, and the softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold trace sand with faint tide. Who dreams of Lan Heng?
the water in the south of the Yangtze River turns into flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, vegetarian training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers. Deliver the star to you.
fame and fortune, wandering and not returning home. The fishermen sing far in front of Mount Cisse, and the wild geese fly obliquely on the waves in Dongting. Travel all over the world.
Jiang Nanyan, blowing up the embroidered curtain. In February, the pond news agency passed, and the old nest of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west.
Xie Wang's house was once in Qitang. Smoke flies far away from flowers, and the dream at dawn is in a hurry. It accounts for apricot garden red.
in the south of the Yangtze river, the west building is full of clear nights. When the clouds fall, the ice spits out, and the jade sinks in the depths of the waves. When will the round break?
the stars and the Han dynasty are swaying, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to shake off her hatred, so Su E should believe not to leave her sorrow. The sky is long.
Jiangnan wine has a strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, Xiao Xun Xiang Xiao Qiao Dong. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold.
when sandalwood is drunk, human flour turns red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad is in the bitter bamboo shoot jade plate. As drunk as a fiddler.
snow in the south of the Yangtze river, cutting clouds lightly. The Qiongshu tree is suddenly startled by the early spring, and the plum blossom is slightly cold and fragrant. Cold shadows are happy.
toad jade, it's a good night to watch. Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, and Zi You's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind is blowing all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faints on Liu 'an, and red incense moistens the plum days. It's raining.
morning and evening grow in front of Chu Feng. On a cold night, I worry about gold with a pillow, and at dusk, Jiang Shen closes the Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are far connected.
bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Deep path wants to stay in the double phoenix lodge, and the backyard is biased towards Momo. The wind and the moon are wandering.
the cold jade is thin, and the frost and the letter urge each other. The powder and tears are empty, and the sheep cart once came by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute lightly
fisherman Tang Zhang Zhihe
Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms are flowing and mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat, wearing a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain, leisurely and leisurely fishing, he was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery, even the rain did not go home.
Song Huang Tingjian of Tijuehai Temple
The smoke in the furnace is gloomy and the water sinks the rhinoceros, and the wood circles the Zen bed and bamboo circles the stream. In my spare time, Qiu Chan thought of high willows, and the sunset was in the shade of bamboo.
Jiangnan is good. Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar; When spring comes, the sun rises from the surface of the river, and the flowers on the river are brighter than red, the green river green more than blue grass. How can we call people not miss the south of the Yangtze river?