I still remember Jiangnan, and my memory is a little vague. The small towns in the south of the Yangtze River are still shrouded in thin rain and fog, and the smoke from the kitchen rises slowly, which is somewhat unexpected and warm.
2. The faint distant fine smoke enveloped the town, and the simple building with white walls and black tiles stood gracefully by the river like a girl without costume. The faint dark sky is smudged with jagged stone arches and small bridges, and the slightly turbid river is rippling gently. A sad awning boat drifted aimlessly on the river. Blurred, like a drop of ink gradually permeating rice paper, everything is merging and becoming blurred. Only the dazzling light ink color is left. This is Jiangnan, a beautiful Jiangnan.
Berthing Guazhou
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi School: Four Wonders Category: Lv Ji
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Four Musts
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Zaolanxiang Huaian Chongwu
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, and the red yarn faded. I was very sad. Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision. But disappointed, repeated the new toad, with people.
The order of warbler's voice and swallow
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Residual cold deceives sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang embroiders households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms. Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable. Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled. Dark spots stop, I like saliva and leave marks, I am still worried, the phoenix fan returns, and I have no intention to dance. Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?
The study room is bright and warm, dancing all day long. In the meantime, if you are tired, you will stick to the small garden for a long time.
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Comfortable sleep is better than massage, and the air in Jiangnan is still harmonious in October.
The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.
On the moon, I suddenly saw the shadow of plum blossoms, and the wind was high to send geese.
A cup is too weak for you to laugh, and a cow is carrying our horn song.
South of the Yangtze river
Year: Korean Author: Han Anonymous genre: Yuefu
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.
Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,
Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.
For Ye Fan.
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains.
Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Listen to the original.
Women who sleep in the rain and sell wine in Jiangnan restaurant are 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.
Song of the south river
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Liu Yun
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset.
Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
Why don't old friends return? Spring flowers are too late to recover.
You don't know anything new, but you teach by example.
Yanghuaqu
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Tang Huixiu
Full of love, the wind is full of thoughts.
Cover your tears and pay attention, fold the orchids and stay.
Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise.
The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles.
Grass grows under the deep embankment and clouds enter the high city.
In spring, people are thinking, and thinking is always king.
Nanhu spring jujube
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Seven Laws
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling.
Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.
It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
Spring dream-a short good time
Year: Tang Author: Style: Ancient Seven Dynasties
Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River.
I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Qiaojinmen
Year: Song Author: Style: Ci
Sadness. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet from Xiaoloushan. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. Falling flowers outside the curtain can't fly. The east wind is weak.
Visit an old friend in a country inn
Year: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Style: Five Methods
On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture.
People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass.
Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Year: Tang Author: Style: Ci
Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock,
The moon shadow on the screen window passes with the flowers.
Candles and tears are disappearing,
It's getting cold in Mei Sheng.
Baochai is a gorgeous phoenix,
A thousand miles of incense screens dreams.
Clouds and rain are desolate,
Spring grass grows in Jiangnan.
Meng Jiangnan
Year: Tang Author: Huangfusong Style: Ci
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas.
Dreaming of plum ripe day in Jiangnan,
At night, the boat plays the flute and the rain whispers.
At the People's Postal Bridge.
Qingyu case
Year: Tang Author: Li Yu Style: Ci
The Vatican Palace is protected by clouds,
Gradually