Nanchi (Poetry by Li Ying)
Translation:
The little boy prepares fishing bait, the wife rolls silk to make fishing line,
the husband Wrapped in a turban, a pot full of turbid wine next to her emits a strong aroma.
The sun rose two poles high. It was the time when the fish were looking for food, and the fish bit the hook one after another.
The family happily continued fishing in Nanchi.
Nanchi (Poetry by Tao Bi)
Translation:
When the red lotuses are in full bloom in May, falcon flags are used to admire the county's Nanchi.
The old records contain the name of Lingling, and the new inscriptions on the stele are inscribed with thick poems.
Collecting herbs and raising a cup is full of sorrow, while folding flowers makes you smile.
Who will sing the steady song of next year’s harvest, accompanied by the drunken fragrance?
Nanchi (a poem by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty)
Translation:
In February, the orioles are all over Langzhong, and in the south of the city, there is a waning old man scratching his head.
Without a few white hairs, everything would be empty.
It’s not just the people’s food that is enough, Qu Cheng finally helps Tyranny’s heroes.
Who knows that in front of me, I ran to the temple to pray for a good harvest.
Nanchi (Poetry by Du Fu)
Translation:
Between the majestic boards, I look towards the entire valley. How do you know that there is a Cangchi, where thousands of hectares are soaked in the Kun axis?
It is in the south of Yaranjian City, close to the hinterland of Bajiang River. Lotus enters different counties, and japonica rice goes from house to house together.
God has no intention, Meili warns you. Takada loses Nishinari, and this thing is a bumper crop.
There are many fish in Qingyuan and rich trees on the far bank. Sighing alone in the liquidambar forest, loving the colors in spring.
There is the King of Han in the south, who spends his days doing witchcraft and praying. Singing and dancing to loosen the divine clothes, an old custom.
The high hall is also a bright king, and the soul is like an upright person. It should not be empty and empty, and it should be drunk and eaten in the mist.
Since ancient times, there is not only one river. The war was vast and vast, and the location was so remote that it hurt your eyes.
In his whole life, Jianghai was prosperous, but he encountered wars and chaos. Stopped to ask the fishing boat, hesitated to restrain.