-Zhu Xiang
I seem to be sitting on a boat.
Shake across the gray monotonous wasteland
Now I am in a situation where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
My ship doesn't seem to be moving forward.
I only saw two lines of green willows stretched out.
In an instant, I was held in my arms by Yi.
Spring reminds me.
Yu Guangzhong
Spring reminds me.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, is nine years old.
Pick mulberry leaves and catch dragonflies in them.
(You can go back from Keelung Port)
South of the Yangtze river
Xiao du de Jiang nan
Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao's Works
Then I thought of the lake with many lotus flowers and many ling.
A lake rich in crabs, a Jiangnan rich in lakes.
The Small Battlefield between King Wu and King Yue
That war was beautiful enough.
The history of escape
The missing fan Li
It's missing from the wine flag
(It takes three hours by plane from Songshan)
Emperor Qianlong's Jiangnan
In spring, I think of weeping willows everywhere.
Jiangnan, think of
A fishing port near Taihu Lake reminds me of it.
So many cousins, walking on the ground of Liu.
I can only marry one of them! )
Walking through Liu Di, many cousins.
Let Yi Lao go.
Any old man, in Jiangnan.
(Jiangnan, spray clouds for three hours)
Even if we meet, they won't accompany me.
Accompany me to pick lotus and ling.
Even if we meet, we should meet in Jiangnan.
In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain
In Xinghua village in Jiangnan
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? )
Where is my mother?
Easter, it's my mother who won't be resurrected.
A little girl in Jiangnan became a mother.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple.
Call me on this side of the channel.
Call me across the channel.
Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan
Duosi Jiangnan
Pavilions and pavilions in Jiangnan
What a beautiful kite-flying Jiangnan
Jiangnan in the bell
(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking.
I can't go back if I want to)
Jiangnan with many swallows
One of my spring days
-Gu Cheng
Muchuwai
Level my cultivated land.
My little yak
My single share plough
A small group of grandchildren
Walk along the fence
Sky blue petals
Start bending
Dew is afraid.
Wet a memory.
Frightened waxbill
Look at the celestial pole
I'm going to work.
Choose the seeds of your dreams.
Let them shine in your hands.
All fell into the water.
In spring, ten Haizi
-Haizi
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?