The most wonderful and creative poem: "Dengguazhou" Guazhou in the mouth of Beijing is separated by several mountains. Standing at Guazhou Ferry, looking south, there is only one Yangtze River between Jingkou and Guazhou, and Zhongshan, where I live, is hidden behind several mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? The warm spring breeze once again blew the fields in the south of the Yangtze River green. When will the bright moon shine on me and return to my home at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain?
The most joyful poem: "January Day", firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. In the sound of firecrackers, the old year passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old. The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.
The most profound poem: "Plum Blossom" has several plums in one corner, and cold ling blooms alone. Several plum blossoms in the corner are blooming alone in the cold. Knowing from a distance that it is not snow, why do you know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow? Because there is a faint plum blossom fragrance.
The most vigorous and desolate homesickness word: "Homesickness of Xiang Jin Mausoleum in Gui Zhi" came to the scene, which was in the late autumn of the old country and the weather was still early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sail back to the sunset, with the west wind on your back and the wine flag tilted. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
I boarded the tower and looked from a distance. It was late autumn in Jinling, the capital city, and the weather had become cool. Thousands of miles into a river like white practice, Qingfeng stands in front like an arrow cluster. Sailboats shuttled back and forth in the sunset, the west wind rose, and oblique wine flags fluttered in the small streets. The original painting is like a light cloud floating, and the egret is like a milky way flying. It is difficult for Dan Qing's wonderful pen to describe this magnificent scenery.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate. Throughout the ages, it is a shame to look up to it. The past of the Six Dynasties flowed with the water, and the cold smoke faded the grass. Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.
Looking back, how magnificent Jinling, the ancient capital, was. Alas, in the attic outside the rosefinch gate, the monarchs of the Six Dynasties fell one after another. Since ancient times, many people have climbed here to reminisce about the past, and they are all sad for the honor and disgrace of past dynasties. The past of the Six Dynasties has faded away with the flowing water, leaving only cold smoke and bleak green grass. Today, business women still sing the legacy of backyard flowers from time to time.