Poems about Jiangnan in my dream 1. Poems about 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 to say that 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. Check in the dark, leave marks and spit happily, but still dye partridge,
2. Poems about "Jiangnan"
"Going Down the River" (Meeting a Gentleman with Beauty and Elegance when Falling Flowers) is common in Du Fu's Qi Wang Mansion, but it has been heard several times before Cui.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. Spring Dream (there is an ethereal thought, Jiangnan is a beautiful dream in it) The bridal chamber in Cen Can was in full bloom last night, so the old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River.
I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south. Miscellaneous songs
Yang Liuzhi (a beautiful artistic conception of writing catkins all over the sky) Sun Guangxian (,five pronouns, Sun Guangxian, whose real name is Bao Photon, whose real name is Bao Photon. Lingzhou Guiping (now the northeast of Renshou County, Sichuan Province) is a native.
In the later Tang Dynasty, he was appointed as the judge of Lingzhou. Later, he served as an ancient consultant in Nanping.
After the Song Dynasty, he served as the secretariat of Huangzhou. There are 6 1 poems written by him in the Collection of Flowers.
It is the most used word among the five pronouns. He is the author of dramas such as Dream of the North. ) the wind is warm and the flowers are withered, and it is not cold to fly all over Jiangnan.
It's just that water posts are late, and idle people rely on red work. There are ponds and pavilions, fog, infiltration and growth.
It's like a person standing in the spring breeze for a long time. Although the roots are near the turbid water stream, there is no harm in having a song all day long.
Who deserves a gold belt? Not many people laugh at orioles. Ten thousand plants withered and resented the death of the Sui Dynasty, like hanging Wu Tai.
Fortunately, Huaiyin has a bright moon, and the restaurant flute is full of miscellaneous songs. Recalling that Bai Juyi in Jiangnan is good in Jiangnan, the scenery once seemed 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. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable 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? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.
Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We will meet again sooner or later.
Harmony songs. Jiangnan Qu Lu Guimeng loves Jiangnan Chun and says picking apples on the river.
The water is deep and the smoke is wide. The wheels are shiny and there are clouds floating on the hood.
Clouds and moons are self-interested, but it is difficult to go in the water. Away from Luoyang Road, spring grass grows on the shore.
A message to the boatman, don't boast about the good wind and waves. Harmony songs.
Picking lotus (the scenery description of picking lotus is good, although the scenery is sad) Wang Bo picks lotus, green water and hibiscus clothes, autumn wind makes waves and geese fly. The laurel orchid grows under the radius, and the skirt wrist is gently shaken.
The flower ponds in Yu Ye are extremely flat, and the river is getting bitter. Acacia is bitter, but the ceremony can't stay.
The husband beyond the Great Wall has not returned, and it is dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan. It's dusk, picking lotus, and this canal will definitely promote home.
Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river. Lotus after lotus, why do the leaves overlap?
Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks. Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away.
Love flowers, love lotus roots. Therefore, where there is love, there are new things that blossom.
I don't hesitate to pay attention to Nanjin, and I am ashamed of Beihai's delay in writing geese. Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested.
Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worth visiting the river last month. Lianpu night party, Wu Ji will meet.
A thousand miles away from the cold river, it is even more important to levy Guanshanke. Jiangnan Yuefu poetry can pick lotus leaves in Jiangnan, what is a lotus leaf? Fish play in the middle of lotus leaf, east of lotus leaf, west of lotus leaf, south of lotus leaf and north of lotus leaf. Boarding in Guazhou, Wang Anshi, a water room in Guazhou, Zhongshan, only separated by several mountains. Spring breeze is green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? 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
3. Jiangnan Poetry
Related verses and definitions:
1, boat moving in the lake, see young people greedy. Huangfusong (Tang Dynasty)-"Picking Lotus and Boating on the Lake"
Interpretation: the lake is bright and autumn, and the girl is boating and picking lotus. She let the boat drift with the current so that she could see the beautiful teenagers on the shore.
2, peach blossom spring water, water bath. Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty)-Bodhisattva Xia
Commentary: When the earth comes in spring, Luoyang is full of purplish peach blossoms, clear springs everywhere, and couples of mandarin ducks are floating on the water.
3. A river of smoke and water shines brightly, people on both sides of the strait pick up painted eaves, and a lotus bush is light in Qiu Guang. Zhang (Yuan Dynasty)-Narcissus Odes to Jiangnan
Interpretation: a river of smoke and water reflects the green mountains and clouds, people on both sides of the strait paint eaves, and a lotus floats in the water. Qiu Guang is peaceful and idle.
4. Look for laurel trees in Yuezhongshan Temple, and watch the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)-Three Stories of Jiangnan
Interpretation: Visit Tianzhu Temple in Mid-Autumn Festival to find laurel seeds, climb the county pavilion, lie on it and enjoy the spring tide of Qiantang River.
5, the painting boat to the horizon, the wine flag out of the wind. Zhang (Yuan Dynasty)-Narcissus Odes to Jiangnan
Interpretation: The original painting seems to be coming from the horizon, and the wine flag is flying high. What a lovely Jiangnan water town.
6. Move the hibiscus, and the ship moves the egret to fly. Xiao Gang (Southern and Northern Dynasties)-Lotus-picking Song
Commentary: Lotus picking boats pass through the lotus bushes, and the paddles touch the blooming lotus flowers from time to time, flying into the lake one by one, awakening only the egrets living peacefully.
7. Mulan's boat is covered with beads, singing in the distance, and the parrot's lamp is watered with coconut wine. Li Xun (Five Dynasties) —— Nanshan Xiangzi's credentials
Commentary: Mulan rolled up the pearl curtain on the boat, and the song came from it, melodious and clear, drifting into the distance. The ship's cups and plates were in a mess, and the mellow wine burst in and floated away with the song.
8, hate afterglow, remember Jun Jun didn't know. Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty)-Bodhisattva Xia
Interpretation: I stare at the sunset bitterly and miss you, but you don't know it.
9. Lan Yi falls, and the screen is dark red with bananas. 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. Huangfusong (Tang Dynasty)-A Record of Jiangnan
Interpretation: The candlelight is getting deeper and darker, and the painted canna is hard to distinguish. I was sleepy and finally fell asleep. In my dream, I was in Jiangnan. When childhood is mature, it is the rainy season in Jiangnan. I am alone in the boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing with the rustling rain outside the boat, and sometimes I hear people on the bridge talking about a long-lost local accent and telling unforgettable stories.
10, spring water is bluer than the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain. Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty)-"Bodhisattva Xia, people say Jiangnan is good"
Interpretation: In spring, the river is clear and green, bluer than the sky. Visitors can fall asleep listening to the rain on the painted boat.
South of the Yangtze river
Jiangnan, literally meaning Jiangnan, refers to the area south of the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in the concept of human geography. In different historical periods, the literary image of Jiangnan is different. Jiangnan first appeared in the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, referring to the middle reaches of the Yangtze River in Hunan and Hubei and the Jiangnan part of Jiangxi. In ancient times, Jiangnan was once called Wu Chu by the Central Plains. Later, with the southward migration of the Han nationality in the Central Plains, Jiangnan became a beautiful and rich area with developed culture and education, which reflected the ancient people's yearning for a better life and was a paradise in people's minds.
Since ancient times, "Jiangnan" has always been a constantly changing and flexible regional concept. Jiangnan often represents prosperous culture and education and beautiful and rich water town scenery. "The Biography of Liu Biao in the Later Han Dynasty" contains "Jiangnan thieves are prosperous ... only Jiangxia thieves Zhang Zhuang and Chen Zuo, according to Xiangyang City, the table envoy is more and more compared with Pang Ji, and the decline is lower and lower, and Jiang Nanping". Until the Sui Dynasty, Jiangnan in that period often referred to Hunan and Hubei.
According to historical tradition and culture, the south of the Yangtze River is south Jiangsu, south Anhui, Shanghai, Zhejiang and northeast Jiangxi. It is roughly equivalent to the area of Wu dialect and Hui language, and the distribution range of Wu Yue people.
The core area of Jiangnan is the so-called "water town Jiangnan", which is an ecotype of Jiangnan civilization. Because Zeguo, which is located on the plain, is different from Jiangnan, a mountainous coastal area. Because it is the most representative, it is also considered as Jiangnan in a narrow sense. Its scope is roughly equivalent to the distribution area of Taihu Lake in Wu dialect (northern Wu dialect), which is divided into Huiji, Xing Wu and Wu Jun in history, collectively known as the Three Wu.
4. What does "Jiangnan is always a poem in a dream" mean?
There is a lot of water to the south of the Yangtze River. With the nourishment of water, there is Zhong Ling Yu Xiu in the south of the Yangtze River. There is more water on the ground and more rain in the sky, especially the spring rain.
I often think that the first few spring rains must be the divine water spilled from Guanyin Bodhisattva's clean bottle, otherwise how could it have such magical power? From this day, the rain was sucked dry, and all the depressed things in winter stretched out their arms and kicked their legs: the grass struggled to break through the ground, the branches suddenly sprouted, and the flowers smiled shyly.
The ancient poem said that the spring rain "sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently". In fact, as long as you listen attentively, the spring rain is vivid. In the silent night, if there is no drizzle, you can hear the sound of bamboo shoots piercing the soil, you can feel the sound of willow branches pulling out buds, and you can touch the sound of plum blossoms blooming quietly ... This is the sound of vigorous growth of life, the sound of strength, the sound of joy ... It is precisely because of the moisture of spring rain that these natural things wake up.
If spring is compared to a lively and cheerful girl, then red flowers and green leaves are her beautiful clothes, and spring rain is undoubtedly the needle and thread for sewing this dress. It's hard to imagine what spring would be like without spring rain, just like a girl without water, a beautiful flower and a river without a source. But fortunately, we have spring rain every year, so we have spring scenery that we can't have.
The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is sentimental and often lasts for two or three days or even longer, but don't be upset. As long as you enjoy it quietly, you will find that the spring scenery in the rain has a different taste and charm. Sunny Spring is an oil painting with strong colors and strong breath, which makes us have an irresistible impulse to spring. Spring in the drizzle is a watercolor painting, wet and bright. Rain as thin as a flower needle falls from the sky, and red and green rain gear is in full bloom. They are flowing flowers in spring, and they walk through the streets of the ancient city and the green Yuan Ye in the suburbs, adding agility and elegance. The village is surrounded by rape flowers and the water is swaying, such as Penglai fairyland; Flowers and Ye Er open their mouths, lift their faces and drink this sacred nectar ... Wandering in the spring rain, you will find that the spring scenery in the rain can make us have a deeper understanding and understanding of the spring scenery.
This kind of artistic conception often appears in ancient poems, such as "two phoenixes are held on the roof of a Forbidden City in the clouds, and the leaves in spring cover countless rains", "I wonder if spring grass grows after a rainy night", "I listened to the spring rain in a small building all night, and sold apricot flowers in a deep alley of the Ming Dynasty", "The green bamboo hat and green clothes are not needed to return to the drizzle" ... The spring rain in their works is full of vitality, full of aura or exudes faint joy.
I think if spring is a symphony, then sunshine is her allegro and spring rain is her adagio. And I often prefer adagio, because it is soft, soothing and beautiful. With its bedding and foil, it shows the liveliness and rigidity of Allegro, just like the flowers are brighter and the leaves are greener after the rain.
I like the spring rain in Jiangnan. What about you?
This is the most perfect meaning! !
5. Jiangnan poetry
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? 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. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return to the ship. Guazhou Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi School: Four Unique Categories: Wandering in Guazhou and Jingkou, only a few mountains away from Zhongshan.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? About the years when I met with the river: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: The Seven Wonders are in the Qi Palace, and I heard it several times before I became Cui. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Bathing Huai 'an Mid-Autumn Festival Author: Song Author: Style: Words tied with silk wrist, hairpin skillfully hung, jade sleeping with gauze hidden. 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.
Preface: Song Author: Style: The word residual cold deceives the sick wine, covers the fragrance and embroiders the household. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if to say that 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 spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed? The phoenix fan returns and dances wildly.
Diligent writing, long book hate, green Xia Liao Yan, full of acacia, into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?
The library is bright and warm all day long. When I am tired, I stay in the small garden with crutches for half a day. Author: Song Author: Lu sleeps soundly than massage, and it is warmer in October in the south of the Yangtze River. 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.
Jiangnan era: Han Author: Han Anonymous genre: Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
Date of Gift to Ye Fan: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai gave flowers to the dragon head. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Poets all say that Jiangnan is good, and wanderers only grow old in Jiangnan. 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.
Jiangnan Qu era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Tingzhou picking white apples, Jiangnan Spring at 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.
Yang Hua Qu Nian: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: The love affair between Tang Huixiu and China, with gentle wind and yearning. 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.
Early spring years of Nanhu Lake Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi genre: Seven-law wind returns to the clouds and breaks the rain, and the lake is warm again. 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 Age: Tang Author: Style: Seven ancient bridal chambers rose last night, so the old people are still separated by Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Golden Gate Age: Song Author: Style: Poems full of 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.
Age changes of old friends in a village inn: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Style: The five laws are full when the autumn moon is full, at the level of a thousand nights between a town and a village. 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 Age: Tang Author: Style: heavy words, golden doors, screen windows and moonlight. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.
Treasure chai and emerald phoenix, a thousand miles of incense screen dreams. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.
Dream Jiangnan era: Tang Author: Huangfusong Style: The word Lan is falling, and the picture is dark red banana. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain.
At the People's Postal Bridge. Jade case year: Tang Author: Li Yu Style: The word Vatican Palace is covered with clouds, and it is getting white and covered with moss.
Broken wintersweet □ early dew. Yin Tao is vast, Yushan Wan Li is covered with trees in the south of the Yangtze River.
Crows crow, the sky will be dusk, and the sea and moon will reflect smoke. Xiuzhu low-hanging solitary crane dance
Making a fool of yourself is always a poet's fault. Time lyrics: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu sunset Jiangnan smell bamboo branches, southerners are happy and northerners are sad.
Since singing new songs in the snow, until the end of March. Ancient parting years: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang's clear smoke desert willow, parting wine is half full.
More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci still remembers Jiangnan music, when he was young and thin.
I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism. The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.
Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old. Yulouchun Age: Song Author: Yan Style: The word "red" is used to learn to dance with a soft waist, and the dancing clothes are dyed like a palace.
Woven into a wild goose outside the cloud, dyed as a light spring in the south of the Yangtze River. In the Peach Blossom Palace, there is a Song Guan, which is a beautiful night.
When I came back, the wine with double sleeves was scarred, and the fine print was unintentional. Man in Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Style: Ci Bao Xin Bird Peng, agarwood shovel on Wu Shanbi.
Willow, like silk, is the spring rain on the postal bridge. The painting is broken, and the grass is Jiang Nanan.
Luan mirror flowers, who knows this. Jade butterfly age: Tang Zuo.
6. Ancient poems about Jiangnan
1, Jiangnan is good-Tang Bai Juyi
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?
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How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. Spring is coming, the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than red, and the green river greener than blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
2. Remembering Jiangnan-Tang Huangfusong
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. 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.
Translation:
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. Recalling Jiangnan-Yuxi, Liu Tang
Spring has passed! 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 south-Dongpo, Su Song
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.
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Spring is not over yet, the breeze is thin, and the willow branches dance with it obliquely. 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, everyone says Jiangnan is good" Tang Wei Zhuang.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are 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.
Translation:
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.
7. misty rain poems in Jiangnan
Letter to Han Chuo The green hills of Tumu, the magistrate of Yangzhou, are full of water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? Recalling that Bai Juyi in Jiangnan is good in Jiangnan, the scenery once seemed 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? Dai Wangshu was holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane, wandering alone in the long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, silently sad like me, and sad and disappointed like me.
She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, far away, towards the crumbling fence and through the rainy lane.
In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot.
Jiangnan Han is famous for picking lotus leaves in Jiangnan. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
"Wei Zhuang Bodhisattva" everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and wanderers only join the old in Jiangnan. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen 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.
Jiangnan Qu Liu Yun Zhou Ting picks white apples, and the sunset is Jiangnan Spring. 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.
In the early spring of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi returned to the clouds in the wind, and the rain stopped Chu Qing. The lake was warm and the light was seen again. 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.
Chen Ke, who visited Kinmen, was full of 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.
Bodhisattva Man's Feng Yansi attaches great importance to the golden lock of the tiger and the screen window with the bright moon. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.
Treasure chai and emerald phoenix, a thousand miles of incense screen dreams. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.
The case of sapphire Li Yu's Vatican Palace is shrouded in clouds, and the road is getting white and covered with moss. Broken wintersweet □ early dew.
Yin Tao is vast, Yushan Wan Li is covered with trees in the south of the Yangtze River. Crows crow, the sky will be dusk, and the sea and moon will reflect smoke.
It's always the poet's fault to make a fool of himself by dancing with a lonely crane.