Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Businessmen don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing "backyard flowers" across the river.
Haze pervades the vast Han River, and the moon shines on the white sand house. In the evening, I parked my boat by Qinhuai River, near the restaurant. It seems that Jinling Genv doesn't know what the hatred of national subjugation is, but he is still singing the lewd song "Flowers in Yushu Back Garden" on the other side.
2. Twenty Qinhuai Miscellaneous Poems (I) Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen.
In recent years, I have been heartbroken about "The Boat of Muring" and dream of going to the balcony of Qinhuai River. 10 in the rain and wind shadow, spring is like autumn.
I came to Qinhuai River with a sad mood, but in the drizzling and drizzling spring breeze, I only felt the infinite sadness of the Qinhuai River's contrast between the past and the present, and the rich spring breeze could not soothe my heart like last autumn.
3. Ask Qin Huai's Qing Dynasty Gui system: Confucius.
Ask the old window of Qinhuai, the broken paper is in the wind, the rotten sill is in the tide, and the eyes are broken.
Where did Dai Dai play the flute in those days? It's boring to turn off the lights and boats and stop the noise.
Bai Niao is fluttering, green water is surging, some yellow flowers are flying, and no one can see the new red leaves.
At one time, there were painting boats on both sides of Qinhuai River. On the window, scraps of paper rustled in the wind, and outside the rotting door, the tide beat against the empty city. This kind of wind and tide reflects people's silence and is a depression.
In the past, there were many tourists here, beautiful women gathered and sang and danced all night. In the river, colorful paintings form a scene, and on the shore, wine flags stand to celebrate the ninth anniversary. Now, the singers are scattered, the silk and bamboo are not heard, and the Qinhuai River does not have the charm of the year. Even if it happens to be a holiday, it is "the sun is not noisy" and "heavy nine is boring".
Birds fly freely in the white clouds, Qinhuai River is full of green water, red leaves on both sides are like fire, yellow flowers are in full bloom and butterflies are flying. There are several butterflies flying on the newly blooming yellow flowers, and the newly fallen red leaves are so beautiful that no one comes to enjoy them.
4. Five Dynasties' "Langtaosha, the past is only sad": wei li.
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. If a bead curtain is idle, who will come all day?
The golden lock has been buried and is extremely strong. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of Yuta Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.
In retrospect, it can only make people sigh; Even in the face of the beautiful scenery, it is difficult to dispel the sadness in my heart. The autumn wind is bleak, and moss-covered steps can be seen in the empty yard. The bead curtain in front of the door hangs lazily and never rolls up. No one will visit it all day anyway.
The chain of Hengjiang has been deeply buried at the bottom of the river; Heroism has long been given to weeds. In the evening, the weather gradually turned cold. At this time, the sky is so clear, and the moonlight shines on the Qinhuai River without any cover.
5. "Full Moon, Sweet Dew" Yuan Dynasty: Xu Zaisi
High-rise buildings on the riverside overlook Kanluoji, the former dynasty, and Qinhuai River is in autumn. The ruins are overgrown with weeds, the hall is deserted and dilapidated, and thick moss climbs up the steps.
The tourists have gone to dusk, and the dusk is already deep. Only the great river swims at night, and it has won the heroes of the ages. Magnolia is in full bloom, like seeing a little life, because no one is watching it for whom.
Climbing up the tall building by the river, looking at the once Kanluoji, Qinhuai River is full of autumn. The ruins and broken walls are overgrown with weeds, the hall is empty, the leaves are falling, and thick moss climbs up the steps. The tourists have all gone home, and the dusk is deep. Only the great river runs day and night, scouring the heroes of the ages. Magnolia is in full bloom and seems to see a little vitality, because no one looks at it and I don't know for whom.