Poems about Jiangnan 1 Looking for poems about Jiangnan
Don Du Xunhe's "Send someone to visit Wu"; & gt
When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.
Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.
The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.
A distant knowledge never sleeps, similar to a fishing song.
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Yi Jiangnan (2)
Jiang Nanyi,
The most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou:
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion,
When will you revisit?
Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,
Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine.
480 temples in the Southern Dynasties,
How many towers of smoke and rain
Li he
Jiangnan lane
The green fog in the river is cool, and the sky is red and rugged.
Water, wind, clouds, old bamboo and bamboo rafters are picturesque.
Perch has a thousand heads of wine, and the wine lies in Nanshan Green.
The moon song on the border of Wu is not finished, and the rivers are all covered with cold jade.
South China 480 Temple. How many towers of smoke and rain
Meiyu Huang Shi sunny, streams full of mountains, green, add four or five orioles (Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas)
There are also: the night scenery by the river, the theme of spring dawn, the capital of Nanzhuang, the pursuit of Huang Die, the spring tour of Qiantang Lake, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain in the lake after the Chu Dynasty, the theme of seeing Lin Zifang off by Jingci Temple, the theme of Lin 'an House, the song of climbing the phoenix, picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, the song of wandering children, and the song of Qingming and looking at the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan lane
The green fog in the river is cool, and the sky is red and rugged.
Water, wind, clouds, old bamboo and bamboo rafters are picturesque.
Perch has a thousand heads of wine, and the wine lies in Nanshan Green.
Wu Bianyue's song is not finished, and the cold jade sticks to the river.
2. Jiangnan Poetry
Year: Tang Author: Han Yi
Send Li Xiu to Jiangnan (a work to send Sun Ge back to Jiangnan).
Cross the Huaihe River to rest grass and return to the East for thousands of miles. Wild water comes out of Wushan, and birds fly to Yue.
Lotus fragrance goes with it, and Meiyu orders clothes. Many Cangjiang customers, such as Junda, are rare.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
For the brothel banquet, the pretty girl recommended Yao Cup. A piece of Baiyun River looks at the moon, and the international evening tide drags on. The character was mistaken for Yaotai. Drunk wine brushed my cheek. The delicate face is no longer pink, and the fragrant red is better than the snow cage plum. The standard is particularly dusty.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Think about your moments in the air. One step, Huaying is in a state of confusion, and tears hang down two lines. When will the victory be? Disease is the hardest thing to keep. There is no place to put it in my heart, and the tea rack was delayed last month. Who knows that melancholy.
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity. After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Willow in the south of the Yangtze River is soft. When the flowers fall, they touch the wine lamp and the wicker blows under their heads. Everyone is romantic. The moon in Jiangnan is as complicated as a mirror. Like a mirror, it doesn't invade your face, like a hook without hanging a curtain. Dragons are pressed to leave their sorrows.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang. Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
Year: Song Author:
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Spring is getting old, when will spring clothes change? The winding water is low, the banana leaves are stable, and the dancing wind is soft and light. The music rose to. After a light rain, there is no impulse to plow. A hundred tongues are silent, peaches and plums are exhausted, and the depths of Zhelin are singing. Spring belongs to radish.
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud. Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.
Year: Song Author: Li Gang
Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan
Return passengers to ride across the river. Maodian chickens crow cold and tease the moon, and Banqiao is cold and frosty. Look at Chu Tianchang again. Early spring letter, mountain wild plum fragrance. The curtain reflecting water and wine rises obliquely in the sun, and fishing boats ring quietly in the forest. The sun sets.
3. Poems describing Jiangnan
Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen.
Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge. Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight. The moon reflects the water in the sky.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete. When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene.
Don't talk to laity. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night.
Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland.
Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty.
Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west. I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion.
Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.
North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.
Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.
Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.
Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.
Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.
Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves. Travel around the world.
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.
I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.
Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.
When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.
Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.
Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.
On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.
Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.
Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.
It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.
On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely.
The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.
Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
The smoke from the furnace in Huangsong Pavilion of Tijuehai Temple is gloomy and watery, and the firewood around the Zen bed and bamboo around the stream. In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade.
Jiangnan is good, Tang Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? .
4. Ancient poems about Jiangnan
1, Jiangnan is good-Tang Baijuyi Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. Spring is coming, and the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than the red ones, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can one not miss Jiangnan? 2. Recalling Jiangnan-Tang Huangfu Song's Orchid Falling, the picture is dark red banana. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
The candle is deeper, the candle is dim, and the canna on the painting screen is blurred. I was sleepy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I was in Jiangnan after a long separation. When childhood is mature, it is the rainy season in Jiangnan. I was alone in the boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing with the rustling rain outside the boat, and sometimes I heard people talking at the post station on the bridge, talking about the long-lost local accent and telling unforgettable stories.
3. Remembering Jiangnan-Yuxi, Liu Tang went in spring! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
4. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River-Su Song Dongpo is not old in spring, and the wind is fine and oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
Spring is not over yet, and the willow branches are dancing obliquely with the wind. Boarding the transcendental platform, from a distance, the moat is only half full of spring water, but the city is full of colorful spring flowers.
A little further, every tile house is in the rain shadow. 5. "Bodhisattva Man, everyone says Jiangnan is good." Everyone in Zhuang says Jiangnan is good, and tourists only enter the river to grow old.
The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.
Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. Everyone says that Jiangnan is so good that tourists just want to stay in Jiangnan until they are old.
In spring, the clear green river is better than the blue sky, and you can also fall asleep listening to the rain outside on the painting boat. The woman selling wine by the Jiangnan wine cellar is very beautiful. When selling wine, her wrist is as white as frost and snow when she takes it.
Don't go back to your hometown before you get old, or you will regret having broken your stomach because of the war in your hometown. .
5. Jiangnan poetry
1, "Remembering Jiangnan" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. The picturesque scenery has long been familiar.
Spring is coming, and the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than the red ones, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan? 2, "Bodhisattva Man, everyone says Jiangnan is good" Tang Dynasty: Everyone in Wei Zhuang says Jiangnan is good, and tourists only throw themselves into the river.
The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.
Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old.
In spring, the river is clear and green, bluer than the sky. Visitors can fall asleep listening to the rain on the painted boat. The woman selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant is very beautiful, and her arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.
Don't go back to your hometown when you are young, it will be extremely sad to go home. 3, "Jiangnan Spring" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu is thousands of miles green and red, and Shanguo wine flag wind.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of water towns.
There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain. 4, "On Meeting Downstream" Tang: Du Fu's Qi Wang Zhai is common, and Cui heard it a few times ago.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. I often watch your performances in the Qi Palace. In front of Cui, I have also appreciated your art many times.
Unexpectedly, there is a big Jiangnan in this landscape; When the flowers fall, I can meet you again and get to know each other. 5. "Send Du Fourteen Jiangnan/Send Jinshi" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran took water as his hometown and Jun went to Chunjiang.
(Miao Mangtong: Miao) Where is the sail at sunset, the horizon breaks people's intestines. The two lakes are adjacent to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with vertical and horizontal rivers.
You went when the spring river was full of water and the clouds were full of water. It's getting late, where does the boat stop? My heart and friends watch the end of the world together, and my heart is broken by infinite thoughts.
6. Jiangnan poetry
Jiangnan poetry sings that Jiangnan is good for Tang and Bai Juyi is good for Jiangnan, and the scenery has been familiar; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.
Recall Liu Yuxi's spring outing in Tang Jiangnan! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo's spring scenery is not old, and the weather is beautiful. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
Liu Song Chen Weng, Qi Mei, Xia Zi Chua. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you.
People sing their own songs. A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk.
Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.
Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand.
This will be a feast. Sing about snow, except snow.
Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.
Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight.
The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete.
When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool.
The pillow is a fairyland. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the embankment alone.
The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.
Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler.
There is sadness everywhere. Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much.
I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said some unfinished words, which are beneficial to the continuation of the four famous songs, while Bo Gu is connected with today. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious.
There are bosom friends in the world. Outside, the lake is close at hand.
Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.
Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west.
I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.
The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn.
Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.
North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.
Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.
Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.
Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?
Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.
Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.
Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves. Travel around the world.
Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.
I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.
Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.
When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.
Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.
Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.
On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.
Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.
Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.
Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.
Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.
It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.
On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.
Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely.
The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.
Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute easily
The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Dream of Jiangnan Qingqu Dajun sad leaves, leaves do not return. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches.
And the water is late. Song Yang Wanli, who stayed in the new city, spent most of his spring time on willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them in restaurants.
Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic. The smoke from the furnace in Huangsong Pavilion of Tijuehai Temple is gloomy and watery, and the firewood around the Zen bed and bamboo around the stream.
In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade. Song Queqiao Fairy, yesterday moored the boat, the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds opened thousands of miles.
The torrential rain in front of the mountain overflowed the stream and washed away the heat of the world. Twilight crow, falling into the sky, is autumn.
Being a fool can't celebrate the new cool, and the west wind rises again. Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of families.
At the end of the day, there was a plane crash and there was not much contact. Stupid and delusional, watching the night in Han Yin, waiting for Yunfei.
Who knows that Niu Girl is old enough to have fun? Manjianghong-Hexing Job Building rhymes with his friends, the sky is thin and cold, and the country is full of frost leaves.
Wan Li west wind stuffed geese, a few sad pharynx. You can hear Huai Tian's voice, but who can tell you what you hate?
Lean on dry, old tears fall, flat. With a dagger, waist length.
Yesterday's ambition, today's fahua. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.
If you want to chop, rat, live and bury nine fields, poor black rabbit will do the same. Envy canals, brush cliffs, and don't write articles.
On the first day of February, I watched the lights day and night. Occasionally, the streets of Chen Qingzhi are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights are shining brightly. It's spring in Xiaoguan, and I still doubt it's Lantern Festival tonight.
Walking in the pool of Ten Scenes is like a field with barriers. The name of Ten Scenes has not been complete for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.
Xiang Ying reeds make autumn sounds in Shaocun Night Park, and the canoe park is the night pavilion. The guest's feelings become a crane's dream, and people are like flowing ping.
Smoke passing through the dark kitchen will hinder fishing in Sichuan.
7. To describe the ancient poems in the south of the Yangtze River, you should match any of the four words "small bridge with flowing water and white wall tiles".
(65438+ Worrying about the country and the people. Good winds blow the sunset, while flowing water draws Long song. Those who wear fur in May should know not to bring gold. Dongting entered Lijiang River in April, and sent Tang Sangzhi, an old friend of Baqiu, to Wu Silkworm for silk. When the river is windy, Yan dances lightly. When things fall asleep, happiness is unpredictable. Only when the water is in the east, I send acacia day and night. (3) White wall: New Moon Tang Fang enters. Slightly on the powder wall. I cherish the three or five days, and the fairy osmanthus is full of fragrance. Title Lindong 18 Xian Zhen Hall Tang Qiji Old Cinema Bai Lianhua, Liu Lei painted a dragon seal. * * * He loves my teacher. Ling Tao's drunkenness didn't attract many things, and Xie Gong's heart was a mess. Who comes here to look up, the moss marks are covered with powder walls. (4) Lake Biwako Zhu Da shines on the castle. The Yangtze River is clear downstairs, and the sunset on the mountain is half bright. The old traces of kings of past dynasties are appreciated by today's people, which shows the eternal love. Pipa in the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin held a pearl tree and a red wheel train willow in Pipa. There is no temple like the Han Dynasty. The waist of the First Chu Palace smells bad, and the beads are cold and easy to sell. Learn from Yong Men with songs, and burn Shucheng with wine. Ada will turn the driveway.
8. Are there any ancient poems describing the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River?
I know, I remember Jiangnan (1) Tang Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. The river is red at sunrise and green as blue in spring. I can forget Jiangnan. Author 772-846, whose real name is Lotte, is from Taiyuan (now Shanxi). He was a scholar in the DPRK. In the third year of Yuanhe (808), he worshipped Zuo and collected the remains, and was later demoted to Jiangzhou (now Jiangxi) Sima. He also served as the secretariat of Suzhou (now Jiangsu) and Tongzhou (now Dali, Shaanxi). He lived in Luoyang at night and was named Mr. Drunk Sound, a Buddhist in Xiangshan. His poems have obvious political tendency, and he is a great poet in the middle Tang Dynasty. He was also an outstanding poet in the early days and had a great influence on later generations. Note (1) According to Yuefu Miscellanies, the word is also called Xie Qiuniang. It was written by Li Deyu in the Tang Dynasty for the deceased Ji Xie Qiu Niang, also known as Wang Jiangnan and Meng Jiangnan. It is divided into two parts: monosyllabic and disyllabic, with 27 words for monosyllabic and 54 words for disyllabic, all of which are flat and even rhymes. 2 familiarity: familiarity. (3) blue: blue grass, whose leaves can be used to make turquoise dyes. Comment on the word "Jiangnan Good", the first sentence, only because "good" is very good, can "remember" endlessly. Therefore, this sentence has the implication of "I can't forget Jiangnan" and is related to it. The second sentence "I once knew the scenery" points out that the "good" scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is not a rumor, but the author's personal experience and personal feelings when he went out to pasture in Hangzhou. This not only realizes the word "good". Highlight the bright colors of river flowers and red and green rivers, giving people a dazzling impression. Among them, there are both the same color and different colors, which fully shows the author's good coloring skills. At the end of the article, I wrapped the whole word with "I can't forget Jiangnan", which not only expressed the author's infinite admiration and nostalgia for the spring scenery in Jiangnan, but also created a long and lasting charm.