1. Poems related to Nanjing
"Embroidery Fu" by Zhang Sui, a poet and writer in the Qi and Liang Dynasties: "Looking for the ingenuity of creation, because of the order of hundreds of craftsmen, If the husband observes the decoration, he will release it, and the tortoise and dragon will form the text, and the gods will appear in five colors. "It is also densely illuminated but sparsely bright."
"Hai Fu" written by Mu Hua of the Western Jin Dynasty: "If it is a cloud brocade prose on the sand, the silk silk is illuminated at the snail and clam joints." Li Shan of the Tang Dynasty noted: "When talking about the sand and rivers, the writing is like clouds and brocade; when the snails and clams are knotted, the light is like silk."
Ge Xuan of the Eastern Jin Dynasty's "Internal Biography of Emperor Fu": "Zhang Yunjin The latitude burns the nine-ray lamp."
In the poem "Farewell to Wu Xiandao" by Wang Anshi, a famous writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, he said: "The screen is covered with nine folds of clouds, and thousands of peaks are like a chain."
Wu Cunmei, a scholar in the late Ming Dynasty Describing Nanjing Yunjin: "The south of the Yangtze River is good, the machine is amazing, the peacocks are colorful, the clouds are bright, the ice silkworms spit the phoenix mist into the sky, and the new small dragons are formed."
Emperor Kangxi's "Reading the Machine Room of the Weaving Office": "A horse is made through hard work all year round, and thousands of threads can be cut vertically and horizontally. This view is not due to Yun Zhang's cleverness, and it is not cute to be frugal, arrogant, and extravagant."
"Changganli" by Zheng Banqiao, a famous calligrapher and painter of the Qing Dynasty: "Reeling silk, weaving and embroidering family affairs, gold, phoenix, silver and dragon paying tribute to the emperor." 2. Poems about Nanjing
Stone City
Author: Liu Yuxi [Tang Dynasty]
Shan Surrounded by the motherland, the city is lonely and empty.
The old moon on the east side of Huaishui River, I still come across the female wall late at night.
Bird Clothes Alley
Author: Liu Yuxi [Tang Dynasty]
There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wu Yi Alley.
In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people
Linjiang Immortal
Author: Li Qingzhao [Song Dynasty] 1084-about 1151
< p> The courtyard is much deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the elderly build a prosperous city.Feeling the moon and singing in the wind, there are so many things. Now that I am old and unable to achieve anything, who pities me to be haggard and even more insignificant? There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow
The proud fisherman
< p> Author: Su ShiThroughout the ages, dragons and tigers have coexisted.
The place where the public rises and falls.
The gentle wind blows the drizzle.
Fragrant grass crossing.
The Jiangnan elders stayed with the father.
Ling Caiwu’s speeding car.
The red luan rides on the green luan.
But I was surprised that the name of this continent is Egret.
If you are not my companion, you will fly away even if you want to get down.
Nanxiangzi
Author: Wang Anshi
Since ancient times, the imperial state has been lush and green.
Four hundred years have become a dream, and it is sad. The clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills.
Take a leisurely swim around the water and go up to the next floor.
Don’t ask about the past. Looking back, the Yangtze River flows empty outside the threshold.
The moon in the river·Farewell to friends in the post
Author: Wen Tianxiang
I hate the east wind and do not borrow the world's best things.
In the afterglow of Shu birds and Wu flowers, I can’t bear to see the decaying walls of the deserted city, the bronze bird is clear in spring, and the golden man sheds tears in autumn. Who can express this hatred?
The sword spirit is majestic, and the bullfighting sky recognizes Qijie.
Na Xin spent the rest of his life on the river and sea, traveling thousands of miles south, in a small boat.
I am keeping my drunken eyes for the gull alliance, watching carefully the rise and fall of the waves and the disappearance of the clouds.
The Zhuzhu swallows the victory, returns to the flag and walks away, and rises to the top through the ages.
Qinhuai should be a lonely moon when I can’t sleep with others.
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou
Author: Xin Qiji
Pay the benefits of the country to the public, Jinling Imperial State.
I still recognize the swallows this year, Wang Xie Fengliu.
Just respect me at ordinary times, suppress the brave, and still catch the dream of heaven, the east end of the Jade Palace.
Look at the gold horizontal belt, it is planned for next year, and the prime minister will make him a marquis.
There are new red plums singing, and the fragrance is gentle.
Let’s sit in the beautiful hall and get drunk all night long. From now on, we can count the eight thousand years to come.
Do you know that people in this country only collect incense at midnight?
Three Poems from Jinling (1)
Author: Li Bai
The Jin family traveled south to the south and arrived at old Chang'an.
The land is the emperor's residence, and the mountain is the dragon and tiger plate.
The sky above Jinling is spectacular, and the moat is clear from the waves.
The drunkards go back to the radius, and Wu Ge enjoys himself.
Three Poems of Jinling (2)
Author: Li Bai
The land embraces the power of Jinling, and the city flows back to the river.
At that time, there were millions of households, and Zhulou was built along the road.
Spring grass grows when a country is subjugated, and ancient hills disappear when one leaves the palace.
After the free time, the moon is over the lake, and the waves are rising to the opposite Jiangzhou.
Three Songs of Jinling (3)
Author: Li Bai
During the rise and fall of the country in the Six Dynasties, Three Cups were your song.
There is less Qin land in Yuanfang and more mountains like Luoyang.
There are flowers and plants in the ancient palace, and Qiluo in the deep palace.
And died along with others, died in the east with Cangbo
Climbing the Phoenix Tower in Jinling
Author: Li Bai
Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Tower , the phoenix goes to Taikong River and flows by itself.
The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills.
Beyond the blue sky half-fallen by the three mountains, Bailuzhou is divided into two waters.
Floating clouds can always block the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad.
Langtaosha
Author: Li Yu
The past is so sad!
It is difficult to arrange the scene.
Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind.
As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?
The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded away!
On a cool night, the moon shines brightly.
I want to see the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai. 3. Poems about Nanjing
Passing Jinling Again by Tang Baoji The Yushu Song ends and the king's spirit fades, and the flying geese send off the autumn of Stone City.
No matter whether the country is prosperous or not, the setting sun always accompanies the guest's sorrow. Night View of Jinling by Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty The sound of reeds rustling in the water in the autumn sky echoes the ancient crossing of Jinling.
Throughout the ages, right and wrong are lost in the butterfly dream, and a round of wind and rain belongs to the fishing boat. If there is no immortality, he will be old. Fortunately, he will return to the mountain and rest together.
Why should I be more melancholy when I come here? My recent life experience is just floating. Jinling Tang Dumu started from the mouth of Bijiang River, and it was a vast and distant place.
The wind is clear and the boat is watching, and the water is golden when the sun sets. The melon steps are met with tide news, and the sound of wild geese passes through Taicheng.
Where is your hometown? Beyond the clouds is Qiao Lin. Evening View of Jinling by Tang Gaochan I once returned to the evening green with floating clouds, and still accompany the setting sun with the sound of autumn; There are infinite painting hands in the world, and it is a sad scene that cannot be painted.
Jinling Tang Dynasty Han Xi The wind and rain are blowing, and the magnolias are blooming under the stone city. The misty moon is far away, and the tide is coming at Jinling Ferry.
Since ancient times, all romantic affairs have been secretly sold. Who can recruit the talented and demonic souls? Now that the beautiful sentences on the colorful paper are gone, why are the golden lotuses in stockings so lonely? Nostalgia of the Ancients in Jinling Tang Lidong There has never been such a war effort in ancient times. Every day, the ships are attacked by the sea breeze.
When Ling Ao opens his sleepy eyes, the six dynasties are all ashes in the sky of Jiujiang. Qingyang Master's Courtyard tells the story of Jinling Tang Jiaoran You said that in the heyday of the Southern Dynasties, there were more talented people in Moling.
Who can see the spring in the ancient pond and pavilion of the thousand-year autumn scenery of the King of Qi in the west. Climbing the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The Phoenix travels on the Phoenix Terrace, and when the Phoenix leaves the platform, the empty river flows freely.
The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills. Beyond the blue sky, the three mountains are halfway down, and the two rivers are divided into Bailuzhou.
Floating clouds can always block the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad. Farewell to Baixia Pavilion in Jinling Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The three poplar trees in the post pavilion are just at the gate of Baixia.
Wu Yan is dark and long, and the Han River bites the ancient roots. I always come to the place where I say farewell, but I look back and say something with a smile.
If I see him after I say goodbye, I will climb over him. Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane, Tang Dynasty Li Bai Baiyang Cross Lane, North Jiahu Channel.
There are no people from the Wu Dynasty, but Tang Nian grass grows in the sky. Heaven and earth were overturned, and all the palaces and cities fell.
The remaining ancient hills of the Six Emperors, the old woodcutter and Su weep. Singing under the Moon on the West Tower of Jinling City by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The night in Jinling is quiet and cool, and the breeze blows. I go up to the tall building alone to look at Wu and Yue.
The white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops drop the autumn moon. Under the moon, I have been brooding for a long time, and my eyes have been sparse since ancient times.
The clear path of Chengjiang River is as clear as practice, which makes people remember Xie Xuanhui for a long time. Farewell to Jinling Wine Shop by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, while Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste.
The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and they all had a drink if they wanted to do it or not. Please ask me about Dongliu Shui. I don’t know who is good or bad with it.
Jinling No. 1 Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The Jin family traveled south to Japan, where was the old Chang'an. The land is the imperial residence, and the mountain is the dragon-tiger disk.
The sky above Jinling is spectacular, and the moat is clear from the waves. The drunkard went back to the river, and Wu sang and enjoyed himself.
Jinling No. 2 Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The land supports the power of Jinling, and the city flows back to the river. At that time, millions of households had Zhulou built along the road.
Spring grass grows when a country is subjugated, and ancient hills disappear when one leaves the palace. When the moon is free, the moon rises over the lake, and the waves rise towards Jiangzhou.
Jinling No. 3 Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty During the rise and fall of the country in the Six Dynasties, the Three Cups were your song. In the garden, there is less Qin land and more mountains like Luoyang.
There are flowers and plants in the ancient palace, and Qiluo in the deep palace. And he died along with the people and affairs, and passed away with Cangbo in the east.
Jinling New Pavilion Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Jinling has beautiful scenery, and powerful people gathered in the new pavilion. The mountains and rivers are different when you look up, which hurts Zhou Yi's feelings.
Sitting on the four sides of Chu prisoner is sad, not worried about the collapse of the country. How generous is the prince, who has admired his reputation for thousands of years.
Feel free to browse Jinling Nostalgia on a moonlit night by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The moon in Jinling is green, and the imperial state hangs in the sky. The astronomical columns are here, and the hegemony flows like a river.
The green water cuts across the road, and the green pines destroy the ancient hills. There is a magpie view on the platform, but there is no Phoenix Tower in the palace.
The other halls are sad for the summer heat, and the garden is full of fun. As soon as I heard the song, the jade trees turned into a desolate autumn in the backyard.
The Qingxi Thatched Cottage where Jinling lives is busy. Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty. There is water outside the window, and firs and pines are about to become a forest. Self-pity is everywhere, only love is leisurely.
I have read all the inscriptions on the plain wall, and I am too drunk to wear my hairpin. Jiang Monk visited me at dusk, and saw Qiu Cen behind the curtain.
But I went to Jinling to climb Beigu Pavilion by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty. The shadow of the dragon-shaped river is deep across the clouds, and the light of the tiger-shaped mountain sinks into the waves.
The tides and sea winds drive thousands of miles, and the sun floats on the sky and finds thousands of holes.
The sky is blue when the peaks are formed, and the middle dimension of a column is completely golden. He also scolded Master Ji to look at Wuliang and not let him disappoint Jichuan's heart.
Jinling Nostalgia by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The tide was full of Yecheng Zhu, and the sun was setting at the imperial pavilion. The new grass in Caizhou is green, and the old smoke of the shogunate is green.
The ups and downs are determined by personnel, mountains, rivers and empty terrain. A song of flowers in the backyard is unbearable to listen to.
Night Park in Jinling by Tang Lulun The full moon rises out of Gaocheng, and the blue sky shines on the water camp. The flute is playing in the middle of the river, but there is no watch upstairs.
Arrows are still being sent to Luoxia, and Guanxi wants to advance troops. Who knows that outside the Five Lakes, generals are competing for fame.
Jinling Thinking of the Ancients by Luoyin of the Tang Dynasty. When Du Qiu was here, the flowers explained the meaning, but after Du Qiu's death, the flowers became more numerous. Where is the gentle and graceful body buried? The sky is red, greasy and white, and the wasteland is sad.
The purple flute blows dreams in the high cave, and the residual rain wets the soul in the small window. There is no news about the beautiful feast, and a convoy sails across the sea gate.
Look at the Jinling Pictures by Tang Qiji. There are many wars in the pictures of the Six Dynasties, the most common of which is the Chen Gong count. If loving the common people is like singing and dancing, the Sui emperor would go to war in shame.
Jinling Nostalgia by Sikong Shu of the Tang Dynasty The chariot road and the river are covered with dark maple leaves, while the palace gardens are covered with spring weeds. Sad Yu Kaifu, always serving as a minister of the Northern court.
Jinling Nostalgia by Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty The song of Yushu failed and the king died, and the soldiers in Jingyang gathered together and the garrison towers were empty. There are thousands of official tombs far and near, and there are six generations of palaces with grass and millet.
The stone swallow blows through the clouds and turns into rain, while the finless porpoise blows through the waves and returns to the wind at night. Once the hero is gone, all the luxury is gone, only the green mountains are like Luozhong.
Jinling Nostalgia by Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty The green trees grow cold and the rain harvests, and the lotus leaves are all over Tingzhou. When I climb high, I forget how drunk I am. I lean on the building alone in silence.
The palace is a relic of the Six Dynasties, and the clothes and clothes are scattered all over the barren hills through the ages. The scenery is special in peacetime, with mountains and green water flowing freely.
Nine Days in Jinling by Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty. Wild chrysanthemums fill the road with fragrance in the west wind, and pots and cups gather on the rainflower terrace. Looking up at Zhongfu from the ninth level of the sky, looking towards Jianzhang from the five-colored clouds.
Don’t quit drinking green wine today, but it’s hard to buy gold for a young maniac. The clear songs startle the geese flying south, and the scattered autumn sounds send off the sunset.
Nostalgia for the past in Jinling by Tang Wang Zhenbai. He relied on danger but did not cultivate virtue, and he lamented the rise and fall of poverty. Shicheng changed owners several times, and the sky was empty.
The royal road is stacked with civilian graves, and the shepherd boys gather at the base of the platform. There are still characters on the broken stele, many of which remember the heroes of the Jin Dynasty.
Picture of Jinling, Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty. The river is raining and the grass is flowing. The six dynasties are like birds singing in the sky. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.
Jinling Pictures, Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty Who said that it is impossible to paint a sad picture, but to paint the human heart is beyond the world's human feelings. You see six pictures of events in the Southern Dynasties. Old wood and cold clouds fill the old city.
Jinling Nostalgia by Tang Wurong The sound of jade trees fell, the battleships closed in, and the crowns of thousands of families entered Zhongzhou. It's just that Jiang Ling is melancholy, and he is a tourist when he returns with a gray head.
Jinling Nostalgia of the Ancients by the Yin and Yao vassals of the Tang Dynasty. The ecliptic sky is clear and supports Peike, and there are many kings in the southeast. Jiang swallowed Pengli and came to Sanshu, and the land connected with Kunlun and brought Jiuhe.
The rosy clouds in Fengque Tower are scattered in red, and the spring water in Longchi is green and ripples. Huayi and Huayi are united and return to God, and they enjoy peace and harmony without doing anything.
Inscribed on the Jinling Ferry by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. Jinling Ferry is a small mountain tower, where travelers can worry about it for a night. In the setting moon of the river at night when the tide is falling, two stars and three stars are the Guazhou.
Climbing the Linjiang Post Tower in Jinling. Tang Zhang said that the ancient garrison was very dangerous, and the tall buildings were like five beams. The mountain roots are wrapped around the post road. 4. Poems about Zheng Banqiao
1. "Bamboo and Stone"
Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go, and set your roots in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
2. "Inscribed with Half a Pot of Orchids"
Half of the potted paintings are hidden, and half of the orchids are contained. Don't seek to vent, don't be afraid of withering.
3. "Jiang Qing"
The mountain is covered in fog and is suspected to be missing, and the thunder and rain are not over. The setting sun is half-open and spits out the Wangjiang Tower.
4. "Cliff Orchid"
The cliff is a thousand feet high, and the orchids are green in the sky. There is a woodcutter down there, but he can't break it with his hand.
5. "Inscribed with Orchids"
The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains are full of meaning. If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, there is no need to compete with others.
6. "Bamboo"
Section after section, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves. Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.
7. "Pot Orchid"
Spring orchids are not finished yet, summer orchids are blooming, everything is urging people not to stay; after reading, the pots are full, and they are pulled out and planted several times.
8. "After Snow in the Mountains"
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
9. "Painting Bamboos in the Weixian County Office to Present the New Year's Uncle Bao Dazhong Chengkuo"
I lay in the Yazhai and listened to the rustling bamboos, which were suspected to be the sounds of people's suffering. The history of Caozhou County, written by Xiaowu, is full of emotions.
10. "Song of Snow"
One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces. Thousands of countless pieces flew into the plum blossoms and disappeared. 5. Poems describing Nanjing
Poems about Mount Tai:
Mount Tai--Zhang Dai
The righteousness is boundless, do you dare to look at the mountains and rivers?
Yangming has no caves and valleys, and is as deep as the peaks.
The cow gasps for forty miles, and the crab walks for eighteen times.
Sitting with bamboo shoots in a dangerous lap, knowing the fear but not the happiness.
Wangyue
Du Fu
How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.
The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang separate the dawn.
Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus.
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
Traveling to Mount Tai
Li Bai
Part One
In April, the Royal Road to Shiping on Mount Tai opened
Six The dragon passed through the ten thousand gorges and lingered back
The horse tracks around the green peaks are now covered with moss
The flying water spilled the rushing water and the mournful sound of the pines
Looking to the north The strange sloping cliffs of Guangzhang are crashing to the east
The cave gate is closed, the stone fan is thundering in the ground
Climb high and look at Pengying, imagine the gold and silver platform
A long roar from the Tianmen The breeze is coming from thousands of miles away
Four or five jade girls swayed down the hillside
With smiles, they left me the flowing cloud cup with their plain hands
I bowed before me and bowed, feeling ashamed that I was not a fairy
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How leisurely is it to abandon this world in the small universe
Part Two
Riding a white deer straight up to Tianmen Mountain at dawn
Encountering the feathered man Fang Tong on the mountain Good face
Muluo wants to speak but hides the Qingyun Pass
The book left by my bird is floating among the rocks
The characters are read in ancient times.
Feeling these three sighs, I have never returned from becoming a teacher
The third one
Watching the sun at ordinary times and raising my hands to open the cloud pass
The spirit is flying in all directions As if emerging from heaven and earth
The Yellow River flows gracefully from the west into the distant mountains
Looking at the eight extremes on the cliff for a long time
By chance, a young boy with green hair and two clouds
Sunshine Sutra
What I gained from chanting is that the gods protect my form
The clouds are long and the wind is as rustling as feathers
Climbing the cliff to watch the sun Leaning over the threshold to peek into the eastern sky
The color of the sea is moving, the rooster has already begun to crow in the distant mountains
The silver platform is in reverse view, white waves are turning over the long whale
The elixir of peace is high Flying to Pengying
Part 5
Viewing the sun on two cliffs leaning northeast between two rocks
The sea falls in front of you, the sky is bright and the sky is blue
Thousands The peaks compete for each other and gather together thousands of valleys to reach the peak of the sky
The cranes that ascend to the sky are gone without a trace in the clouds
The long pine trees enter the clouds and Han can't be seen in the distance
Mountain flowers May in the strange world is white in the snow
I will finally find peace and refining the jade liquid here
Part 6
Drinking in the morning from the Queen Mother Pond and throwing it into Tianmen Pass< /p>
Walking alone in the green mountains at night with a green qin in hand
The mountains are bright and the moon is white, the pines are still and the wind is resting
The immortals are wandering around the green peaks singing and singing everywhere
Silent entertainment Qinghui jade is really connected with Cuiwei
Imagine the dancing luan and phoenix swaying the dragon and tiger clothes
Picking melons in the sky and not remembering the return home
Raise your hands to understand the shallow mistakes Weaver's loom
In the morning, we sit and miss each other but we see five clouds flying 6. Who has poems about Nanjing? Poems about Nanjing
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yuxi and his motherland were surrounded by stone city mountains, and the tide beat the city empty. Lonely back.
The old moon on the east side of Huaishui River, I still come across the female wall late at night. There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge in Wuyi Alley, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. Linjiang Fairy Author: Li Qingzhao [Song Dynasty] 1084-about 1151 The courtyard is a little deeper, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion are often exposed, the willow branches and plum calyx gradually become clear, the moling tree returns in spring, and the old people build Kangcheng.
Feeling the moon and chanting in the wind, there are so many things. Now that I am old and have nothing to do, who pities me to be haggard and even more insignificant? There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow. Three Jinling Poems (1) Author: Li Bai Jin's family spends the day in the south , the second place is old Chang'an. The land is the imperial residence, and the mountain is the dragon-tiger disk.
The sky above Jinling is spectacular, and the moat is clear from the waves. The drunkard went back to the river, and Wu sang and enjoyed himself.
Three Poems of Jinling (2) Author: Li Bai The land embraces the power of Jinling, and the city returns to the river with water. At that time, millions of households had Zhulou built along the road.
Spring grass grows when a country is subjugated, and ancient hills disappear when one leaves the palace. When the moon is free, the moon rises over the lake, and the waves rise towards Jiangzhou.
Three Songs of Jinling (3) Author: Li Bai During the rise and fall of the country in the Six Dynasties, Three Cups was your song. In the garden, there is less Qin land and more mountains like Luoyang.
The ancient palace is filled with flowers and plants, and the deep palace is filled with Jin Qiluo. And with the death of the people, he died in the east and Cangbo climbed to the Phoenix Tower in Jinling. Author: Li Bai. The Phoenix traveled on the Phoenix Tower. When the Phoenix left the platform, the Kongjiang River flowed by itself.
The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills. Beyond the blue sky, the three mountains are halfway down, and the two rivers are divided into Bailuzhou.
Floating clouds can always block the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad.
Neighbors sent each other to Fangshan. Author: Xie Lingyun [Southern Dynasties] 385-433. Only soldiers left the imperial city and stayed in Ouyue during the period.
Unwinding and trending, nostalgia cannot be released. Analyze and analyze the declining forest, the bright autumn moon shines brightly.
It is easy to be full of affection, but it is difficult to rest when things are difficult. Accumulation of sickness creates worries, and few desires are lacking.
How can I stay here forever? Everyone strives to make new ambitions every day, and the sound of dust comforts the silence.
Bailuzhou Sends a Letter to Yang Jiangning Author: Li Bai said goodbye to Zhuquemen in the morning and stayed at Bailuzhou in the evening. The waves shake the sea and the moon, and the shadows of stars enter the tower.
Looking at the beauty of Jinlingzai is like worrying about a beautiful tree. It only makes the soul fall into dreams, and turns the night into autumn.
The green water soothes the mind and flows northwest. Because of the sound in the jade piano, the ripples convey your sorrow.
Author of Lao Lao Pavilion Song: Li Bai Jinling Lao Lao sent off to the living room, and the creeping grass was growing beside the road. The ancient feelings are endless, the water flowing eastward is sad, the wind is sad and the poplars are sad.
I ride on plain boats to enjoy happiness together, chanting the clear river and flying night frost. I heard Niu Zhu reciting five chapters in the past. How can I thank Yuan Jialang now?
The cold sound of bitter bamboo moves the autumn moon, and I sleep alone under the empty curtain to return to my dream. Four Poems on Paintings of Jiangtan Garden (1) Author: Li He [Tang Dynasty] 790-816 Wuyuan is dawning, and the water on the palace clothes is splashing yellow.
The little servant girl is red and pink, wearing long beads while riding a horse. The road leads to Taicheng, and the folds of Luo Xun's trousers are fragrant.
Traveling in the clouds and selling green chariots, today it looks like King Xiang. Four Poems on Paintings of Jiangtan Garden (2) Author: Li Hebao's chrysanthemum socks and clothes are single, the banana flowers are densely covered with cold dew.
Watery orchid leaves, heavy scissors and money. It is easy to bow with a horn warmer, but difficult to mount a horse with long boots.
Tears stain the bed tent, and the powder evenly shines on the golden saddle. Four Poems on Paintings of Jiangtan Garden (Part 3) Author: Li He The little eagle has its wings slanted, and the roots of the tapestry are jade flowers.
In autumn, the make-up is made up of millet, and the arrows are nailed to the teeth. The baboon crows in the deep bamboo, and the old wet sand sings.
The palace officials burned wax fire, and the flying embers polluted the lead. Four Poems on Paintings of Jiangtan Garden (4) by Li He
Practice incense to incense Song magpie, look for arrows to trample Lulong. The golden bell is heavy when the flag is wet, but the jade stirrup is empty when the frost is dry.
The thrush is early today, no need to wait for Jingyang Bell. What I See at Yuhuatai Author: Tang Xianzu [Ming Dynasty] 1550-1616 The clouds are overcast in spring, and the sky is clear and bright.
Take this outing and feel more youthful and rejuvenated. After knowing the goddess of heaven, it is like leaving flowers in the rain.
It is appropriate to smile into the incense table and come out of the quiet path with a cry in your mouth. Migrate to the extreme misty sky, wandering around to enjoy the beauty of flowers.
The state of mind rises with frightened butterflies, and the thoughts drift with the flow of orioles. Beautiful eyes are waiting for you, but your weak waist is safe.
The sun is still bright when you look at it, and the words of the spring breeze are hard to tell. There is no time limit for picking up green. Youth is a gift.
Holding Xiang Huixiang in front of it is a sign of promise. How to violate the jade tassel and strike the golden chime with deep love.
Titled Dingjiahefang Pavilion Author: Qian Qianyi [Qing Dynasty] 1582-1664 Xiaolan Huawai City is approaching the new year, Huaxu is enjoying the spring in his dream. There are March willows in the wind on the bank, and people from the Six Dynasties have gold powder in the sparse windows.
My sister-in-law's creek is my neighbor, and I invite her to play the flute. The white-headed Wu Gou is still a guest. How can he become poor if he smiles at the bag? 7. Zheng Banqiao's famous poems, urgently needed
Zheng Banqiao's Ci Collection Stone City The rock hanging over a thousand feet was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes.
Thousands of miles of golden city cannot be returned, and thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Junlou's boat was pointing straight at it, but the wind was so strong that it never stopped.
The bow of the ship was lined with torches, easily burning the iron ropes. Now, as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering.
It is called to destroy the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city.
Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers. Zhou Yu's House Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong.
Eight hundred thousand troops flew a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The clouds in the tower collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood.
In March in Xianyang, the firelight is so bright. Thinking of his heroic bamboo and mourning silk, he turned back to watch the music, and talked about the war in the barracks.
Gongjin Bo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. The relationship between Wu and Shu was sparse, the war was raging, and the old charm became a treacherous one.
To this day, Qin Huai still gnaws at his regret. The Taoye Ferry Bridge has low red boards, facing the long Qinhuai River, and the green poplars are fluttering.
Guard the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, and take the dew to say farewell sadly. The smoke softens the pear blossoms, the rain spoils the cold food, and the fragrant grass reminds the season.
Painted boats, flutes and drums, and songs filled the air. After all, how rare are peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir.
If Yiguang is exposed and Zhuluo grows old, who is the wise man? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji. Laolao Pavilion The west wind blows by the Laolao Pavilion and turns it into a willow tree.
Like a thread, infinite hatred, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river, don't cry in front of me, there are many friends in my eyes.
No words can be said, and the pulse of Xianyang is sad and thin. Spend half your life trying to gain fame and fortune, spend your free time calculating carefully, and often lose nine out of ten things.
He dances and plays with Hu Sunzhuang, but is always coaxed by his family. Immediately, the people shouted and begged in the streets, but all came to nothing.
What joy can a great general have? It is worse to be poor than to stand still. Mochou Lake The word "Mandarin Duck" is a story about a red girl, is that true? How many heroic sons and daughters have caused misfortune and injustice.
There are golden lotuses in the front hall and jade trees in the back yard, which are weakened by wind and rain. How lucky is the Lu family that each song lasts forever! Now the willows on the lake are like smoke, the clouds on the lake are like dreams, and the waves on the lake are thicker than wine.
There are green strips of wisteria at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining clouds dance on the sleeves across the water. The peach leaves are small, don't worry about the small family, and borrowing words from people.
What is the crime of being romantic? No honor, no shame, no blame. Changqianli is a winding alley, at the diagonal corner of Spring City, in the shade of green poplars.
The walls are made of ocher, white, green and yellow stones, and the door reflects the blue water of the stream. The drizzle plays the flute, the setting sun plays the flute, and a path passes through the peaches and plums.
The wind blows the flowers and they fall, and the wind blows again. There are also cars driving everywhere, every family is busy, and the scenery in Jiangjie is beautiful.
In April, the city is full of red cherries and snow-flaked anchovy knives. The Huai River is clear in autumn, Zhongshan Mountain is purple in the evening, and old horses are plowing the idle land.
One hill and one valley, I will live here forever. Autumn in Taicheng is full of wind and rain and desolation.
The road down the mountain when the rooster crows at sunset reveals the old remains of Taicheng. Old vines hide snakes, quiet flowers and cheap blood, and bad battlements are full of smoke and green.
Someone was herding horses, and the sound of ripples was blowing from the top of the city. In the beginning, he faced sacrifices, ate only fruits and vegetables, and strictly abided by the ascetic rules.
Why do rats dig up when they are hungry, or do birds crawl into their nests to suck their eggs? Then he said, "Lots of Lotus, Lotus Lotus" passed away in lotus position. Why gain and lose? Sad words, the hero burst into tears. Rouge Well: Turning around, where will the old dream of prosperity go? Only the green mountains surround my homeland, and the yellow leaves of the westerly vegetable garden.
Picking up rubber and jade on the steps, fishing in the palace marsh, and people returning in the dusk. The copper vase is hundreds of feet long, and the sound of mourning is as clear as a complaint.
Across the river and within easy reach of the lost building, the cultural center is Han Qinhu. Yanzhi came out from the bottom of the well with his arms joined, and asked you where is Xiao Niang? Poems about night outings in the Qing Dynasty, flowers in the back garden, singing songs all over the Yangtze River.
Is the true nature of the Ci field true to the imperial family? In the Gaozuo Temple, the dusk clouds are gone, the broken tower is faintly visible, and the bell is lying in the ruins of the courtyard. There are tens of thousands of green hills outside the courtyard, and clear and shallow springs flow under the steps.
Crows noisy in the pine corridor, rats turn over the sutra boxes, and the monks are far away from the solitary cloud. The snake escapes from the empty beam, and the swallow returns to its old nest without returning.
The rise and fall of the six generations, the birth of public treasures, never concern grudges. With the bodhicitta sword and halberd planted in his hand, he fell into the Sakyamuni wheel first.
The history of Qing Dynasty ridiculed Dan, passed down the light and was the butt of jokes, and was in vain to be a fence-sitter. The sands of eternity are immeasurable, and the calamity of the human world is short.
Xiaoling has a kingly spirit in the southeast, sweeps away old customs, and cleans up the country. The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pine trees, and dragons come to stay there every night.
Weng Zhong wears a crown, a lion's head and horns, and the moss marks are green. The setting sun is breaking, and a few people are reading while tying their horses.
It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night. I don’t remember the founding day of the Yuan Dynasty, when the clay figure of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.
The world of eggs and shells, the world of pills and mud, is like a wind candle. On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of boiling spring.
Mr. Fang Jingliang’s Temple The universe is leaning on its side, supported by generations of heroes in mid-air. Through the ages, dragons meet each other and never die, and their seven orifices are as good as their lungs.
Bamboo sticks and linen clothes, red robes and white blades, simplicity is hard work. Confidence comes out, but I don’t understand why.
It is also known that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Shi, Yue Jiang Wei Shen Fu. He since peace and I broke up, the problem is not the same.
All ten clans were killed, their bodies were in pieces, and their souls were powerful. How can a rat in this world look like a tiger! Hongguang Hongguang founded the country, which was a golden lotus and jade tree, and later he was a mad visitor.
There is no limit to the pain of vegetation, mountains and rivers. It only solves the problem of song selection and color selection. Swallows hold paper in their mouths, spring lanterns tell riddles, and the sky is too narrow for the short night.
Haiyun pays for it, and the fifth watch stops the red sun. In addition, Ma Ruan was in the dynasty, Gao Liu was in charge of the town, and dogs and pigs were wrapped in scarves.
After selling all the country, I still regretted that I could only get the southeast half. A country rises or falls, a family succeeds or fails, who can escape the fate? In peace and prosperity, Cao Jiu has been born.
Introduction to Zheng Banqiao Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty was an outstanding celebrity in history, the main representative of the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou", a calligrapher, painter and writer famous for his "Three Unique Poems, Calligraphy and Painting". His life can be divided into five stages: reading and teaching, selling paintings in Yangzhou, passing the imperial examination, becoming a Jinshi and traveling in officialdom, serving as an official in Shandong, and selling paintings in Yangzhou again.
1. Reading and teaching Zheng Xie (1693--1766), named Kerou, also known as Banqiao, was born in Xinghua, Jiangsu.
His ancestors moved to Xing from Changmen, Suzhou during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. From Wangtou to Zheng Banqiao in Huacheng, it is already the fourteenth generation. His father Zheng Zhiben, named Li'an and named Mengyang, was born in Lin. Zheng Banqiao's former residence was excellent in both character and learning. He taught apprentices at home and had hundreds of apprentices.
Zheng Banqiao was born on November 22, 1693. At that time, his family was in decline and his life was very difficult. When he was three years old, his biological mother Wang Fu died and he lost his stepmother Mrs. Zheng at the age of fourteen. p>
Wet nurse Fei was a kind, hard-working and simple working woman. She gave Zheng Banqiao attentive care and meticulous care, and became the pillar of Zheng Banqiao's life and emotions. Zheng Banqiao was intelligent and literate at the age of three. By the age of eight or nine, he was already composing couplets under the guidance of his father. When he was young, he went to Maojiaqiao, Zhenzhou, to study with his father. At the age of sixteen, he learned lyrics from his hometown ancestor, Mr. Lu Zhongyuan. /p>
He was admitted as a scholar at the age of twenty-three and married Mrs. Xu in the autumn of that year. At the age of 30, he set up a teaching school in Zhijiang Village, Zhenzhou.
At the age of 30, his father died. At this time, Banqiao had two daughters and one son, and his life was even more difficult. He wrote poems about Zheng Sheng.
8. Zheng Banqiao's poems
Era: Qing Dynasty
Author: Zheng Xie
Work: Qinyuanchun
Content:
The flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine is useless.
Cut off the young peaches to ruin the scenery;
The parrot is cooked and served with my cup of soup.
Burning inkstones and books, cracking paintings with vertebrae and piano,
Destroying all articles and erasing reputations.
Zheng, Xingyang, came from a Mu Ge family and was a beggar.
It is difficult to change the bones of a single person.
The smiling hat and green shirt are too thin.
Look at the autumn grass on the canopy gate, and the alleys are broken down every year;
The drizzle drizzles through the windows, and the solitary lamp lights up every night.
Could it be that God is still holding his mouth tightly,
He is not allowed to sigh once or twice?
It is so crazy that I took hundreds of black silk paintings to determine the desolation and desolation.
Era: Qing Dynasty
Author: Zheng Xie
Work: After Snow in the Mountains
Content:
Morning When I opened the door, the mountains were covered with snow.
The snow was clear, the clouds were pale, and the sun was cold.
The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly,
A kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
Era: Qing Dynasty
Author: Zheng Xie
Work: Titled Half Pot of Orchids
Content:
< p> The potted painting is half hidden, and the orchid painting is half hidden.Don’t seek to vent, don’t be afraid of withering.
Era: Qing Dynasty
Author: Zheng Xie
Work: Inscribed on Bamboo and Stone
Content:
Determine the Qingshan Mountain Don't relax,
The roots are still in the broken rock;
Still tough after thousands of hardships,
No matter the wind blows from east to west, north or south. 9. Zheng Banqiao's poems
Qinyuan Chun
Qing Zheng Xie
The flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine is useless.
Cut off the young peaches to ruin the scenery;
The parrot is cooked and served with my cup of soup.
Burning inkstones and books, cracking paintings with vertebrae and piano,
Destroying all articles and erasing reputations.
Zheng, Xingyang, came from a Mu Ge family and was a beggar.
It is difficult to change the bones of a single person.
The smiling hat and green shirt are too thin.
Look at the autumn grass on the canopy gate, and the alleys are broken down every year;
The drizzle drizzles through the windows, and the solitary lamp lights up every night.
Could it be that God is still holding his mouth tightly,
He is not allowed to sigh once or twice?
It is so crazy that I took hundreds of black silk paintings to determine the desolation and desolation.