Ancient poems praising Suzhou or Yangzhou:
Suzhou:
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Tang Zhang Ji
< p>The moon is setting and the sky is filled with crows and frost, Jiang Feng and the fisherman are sleeping in sorrow.At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
Visit the Yuzhi Temple in Suzhou again
Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty
The leaves of Gao Wu are falling in the early autumn, and the old sojourn in the corridor is far away.
The moon passes through the blue window and I drink wine tonight, while the rain dims the red wall and I read books last year.
The dew in the Yuchi is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the Qiong trees are tall and windy, and they are sparse.
Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch.
Crossing the Wujiang River
Tang Dumu
There are fewer people in Huiguan and the nights are longer, and the trees in the distance of Gusu City are green.
The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the tall buildings are far apart, and the rivers and lakes are returning to Guangdian in autumn.
As the moon turns, the magpie shadows move across the blue sky, and the red grass beneath the dew is wet with fluorescent light.
The poets and lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall with drunken music and singing.
Present to Judge Zhou on behalf of the prostitutes
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The prostitutes' banquet will leave Gusu tonight, and the guests will go to Jinghu Lake tomorrow.
Don’t go out in a small boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu.
Can the Orchid Pavilion be restored after the moon breaks, but the autumn coolness in the Baby Pavilion will be gone?
I would like to be my wife, and I will stop dyeing my mustache white when I return.
Wu Yue nostalgic for the past
Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty
Wu Yue has been complaining for thousands of years, and the two palaces are playing woodcutter songs.
When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water.
Xia Fu's old city is full of doubts, and the moon is thinking of moths under the barren trees.
Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying in the river are cold and there are many green grasses.
Send someone to travel to Wu
Tang Du Xunhe
I will see you in Gusu, and everyone will be sleeping by the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
Ling lotus root is sold in the night market, and Qiluo is carried on the spring boat.
I know the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs. < /p>
When I go back, I will think of it
Jiangnan is so good,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
I can’t forget Jiangnan.
Yangzhou:
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away,
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
On a moonlit night at Twenty-Four Bridges,
Where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? Du Mu
Weiyang Nostalgia
Guangling City was prosperous in the past, and Emperor Yang visited Zixia in his palace.
The song of Yushu is still there, and Jinfan has no home when he returns.
Fragrant grass is everywhere on the balcony, and the flowers fall every year due to wind and rain.
The most sentimental Biandi willow is still carrying crows when spring comes.
In fact, the Eight Eccentrics are mainly good at painting, and their paintings outweigh their poems.
Collection of Zheng Banqiao's Ci
Stone City
The rock hanging over a thousand feet was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes. Thousands of miles of golden city can never be returned, thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Jun Tower
The boat, with its jinghui pointing straight at it, never stopped when the wind was strong. There are torches on the bow of the ship, easily burning the iron ropes.
Now as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering. It was called to stop the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains
are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city at its feet. Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers.
Zhou Yu's House
Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong. Eight hundred thousand troops flew with a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building's clouds
collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood. In March in Xianyang, the fire was so bright that it was so bright.
Thinking of him with his strong bamboos and mourning silk, looking back at the music, talking and resting in the barracks. Gongjinbo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. Wu
The relationship between Wu and Shu is sparse, the war is booming, and the old charm has become a treacherous one. Qinhuai still gnaws at his regrets every night.
Taoye Ferry
The bridge is low with red boards, just as the Qinhuai River is long, and the green poplars are floating. Guan leads the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, and takes the dew to say goodbye sadly. Smoked soft pear flowers
The rain is sweet and cold, and the fragrant grass reminds the season. The boats are painted with flutes and drums, and the sound of singing fills the air.
After all, peach leaves and peach roots are so rare in ancient and modern times, and the color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir. Fake
It makes Yiguang live forever, who knows the wisdom of Qingcheng? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji.
Laolao Pavilion
Laolao Pavilion was blown by the west wind and turned into a willow tree. Like a thread, infinite hate, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river,
Don’t cry before me, my eyes are full of love. Infinite words are not enough, Xianyang's pulse is miserable and thin.
I spend half my life trying to gain fame and fortune, and I make careful calculations in my spare time. I often lose nine out of ten. Even if she dances with Hu Sunzhuang and performs all the drama, she is always coaxed by his family.
Horses mount banners and beg in the streets, but all come to nothing. How happy is it to be an accomplished general? It is worse to be poor than to stand still.
Mochou Lake
The word "Mandarin Duck" is a story about a red girl, but is it true? How many heroes and heroines have caused misfortune and injustice. There are golden lotuses in the front hall and jade trees in the back yard, which are weakened by wind and rain. How lucky is the Lu family that each song lasts forever!
Now the willows on the lake are like smoke, the clouds on the lake are like dreams, and the waves on the lake are thicker than wine. At the foot of the mountain, there are green strips of wisteria, and the remaining clouds dance on the sleeves across the water. Peach
The leaves of the peach are small, don’t worry about the small family, borrowing words from people.
What's the crime of being romantic? No honor, no shame, no blame.
Changqianli
The winding alley is at the diagonal corner of Spring City, in the shade of green poplars. The walls are made of ocher, white, green and yellow stones, and the door reflects the water of the blue stream. The drizzle is drizzling
Xiao, the setting sun is playing the flute, and the path passes through the peaches and plums. The wind blows the flowers and they fall, and the wind blows again.
Moreover, there are cars driving everywhere, every family is busy, and the scenery of Jiangjie is beautiful. In April, cherries are all over the market, and shad knives are covered in snowflakes. Huai River
Autumn is clear, Zhongshan is purple at dusk, and old horses are plowing the idle land. One hill and one valley, I will live here forever.
Taicheng
Autumn is in full swing, with wind and rain and desolation. When the sun sets and the rooster crows, we walk down the mountain to find out about the old traces of Taicheng. Old man hides snakes, quiet flowers and cheap blood, bad battlements and zero smoke. Someone is herding horses, and the sound of bamboo is blowing from the top of the city.
In the beginning, he faced sacrifices, ate only vegetables and fruits, and abided by the Samana law. Why do rats dig up when they are hungry, or do birds climb into their nests and suck their eggs?
The lotus is said again, and it passes away in lotus lotus. Why gain and lose? Sad words, the hero burst into tears.
Rouge Well
Turn around, where will the old dream of prosperity go? Only the green mountains surround my homeland, and the yellow leaves of the westerly vegetable garden. Picking up rubber and Yao
steps, fishing in the palace marsh, and people returning in the dusk. The copper vase is hundreds of feet long, and the sound of mourning is as clear as a complaint.
Crossing the river and within easy reach of the lost building, Yuwenhua is within reach, which is Han Qinhu. Yanzhi came out from the bottom of the well with his arms joined, and asked you where is Xiao Niang? Qing dynasty
The poems about night outings and the flower songs in the back garden can be sung by the girls in the rivers and lakes. Is the true nature of the Ci field like that of the imperial family?
Gaozuo Temple
As the dusk clouds fade away, I can see the ruins of the broken tower and the broken courtyard. There are tens of thousands of green hills outside the courtyard, and clear and shallow springs flow under the steps. Crows noisy pine trees
In the corridor, rats turn over the sutra boxes, and the monks are far away from the solitary cloud. The snake escapes from the empty beam, and the swallow returns to its old nest without returning.
The rise and fall of the six generations are pitiful, and the ambition of giving birth to public treasures has nothing to do with grudges. With the bodhicitta sword and halberd planted in his hand, he fell into the Sakyamuni wheel first. Qing
Historical ridicule, passing on the light and laughing stock, is in vain to be a man sitting on the fence. The sands of eternity are immeasurable, and the calamity of the human world is short.
Xiaoling Mausoleum
The king's spirit in the southeast swept away old customs and purified the country. The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pine trees, and dragons come to stay there every night. Weng Zhongyi
The crown, the head and horns of a lion, are still locked in green moss marks. The setting sun is breaking, and a few people are reading while tying their horses.
It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night. I don’t remember the founding day of the Yuan Dynasty, when the clay figure of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears. Egg
The universe is in the shell, the world is in the mud, and the wind is like a candle. On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of boiling spring.
Mr. Fang Jingliang's Temple
The universe is leaning on its side, supported by generations of heroes. Through the ages, dragons meet each other and never die, and their seven orifices are as good as their lungs. Bamboo stick, linen clothes, red robe and white blade, sincerity means hardship. Confidence comes out, but I don’t understand why.
It is also known that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Shi, Yue Jiang Wei Shen Fu. He since peace and I broke up, the problem is not the same. All ten clans were killed, their skins were covered with thousands of pieces, and their souls were powerful. How can a rat in this world look like a tiger!
Hongguang
Hongguang founded the country, which was a golden lotus and jade tree, and later he was a mad visitor. How can the vegetation, mountains and rivers be so painful? It can only be explained by songs and colors. Swallows carry notes
notes, spring lanterns tell riddles, the night is short and the sky is too narrow. Haiyun pays for it, and the fifth watch stops Hongri.
When Ma Ruan was in the dynasty, Gao Liu was in charge of the town, and dogs and pigs were wrapped in scarves. After selling all the country, I still regretted that I could only get half of the southeastern part.
Countries rise and fall, people succeed or fail, who can escape the fate? In peace and prosperity, Cao Jiu has been born.
Stone City
The rock hanging over a thousand feet was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes. Thousands of miles of golden city can never be returned, thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Jun Tower
The boat, with its jinghui pointing straight at it, never stopped when the wind was strong. There are torches on the bow of the ship, easily burning the iron ropes.
Now as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering. It was called to stop the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains
are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city at its feet. Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers.
Zhou Yu's House
Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong. Eight hundred thousand troops flew with a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The tower and the clouds collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood. In March in Xianyang, the fire was so bright that it was so bright.
Thinking of him with his strong bamboos and mourning silk, looking back at the music, talking and resting in the barracks. Gongjinbo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. Wu
The relationship between Wu and Shu is sparse, the war is booming, and the old charm has become a treacherous one.
To this day, Qinhuai still regrets it and swallows it every night
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