1. What are the beautiful poems about the south of the Yangtze River?

The south of the Yangtze River is good. Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty. The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is familiar to me before. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan? Recalling Jiangnan, Tang Dynasty, Huangfu Pine. The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking about the bridge by the post.

Recalling Jiangnan by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty Spring is gone! Thank you, people from Los Angeles. The weak willow tree lifts its sleeves from the wind, the orchids in the bushes seem to be soaked in dew, and even sitting alone is full of tears.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty The spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. If you try to stand on a transcendent stage, you will see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, mist and rain darkening thousands of homes.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River in Double Tune, Longevity and Autumn Waters by Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty. The nine-chao island in the sky is slowly rising, and the person in front of you is smiling.

People sing their own lyrics. There are chrysanthemums under the fence, one branch after another.

The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers my poem. When keeping the evening fragrance.

Two tunes looking to the south of the Yangtze River, Longevity Zhang Cuiweng, Song Dynasty Liu Chenweng Seven days later, the board of directors will meet in front of Kenqian. During the second month of the month, the river will stop at 13,000 rivers.

The sun is going to be a drunken feast. The song is about snow, except it is said in the snow.

Looking at the repeated failures of the Immortality Department, what is the use of orange millet in front of me? Singing to myself as the Magpie Bridge Immortal.

Jiangnan Hao/Reminiscences of Jiangnan Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixia The sky is surrounded by water, and the water is far away and connected with the sky. The sky is pure and horizontal, the cold moon is shining, and the water, light and moonlight are both.

The moon reflects the sky in the water. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times.

When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to the common people.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty The sun is shining brightly, and the moon invades the bed at first night. The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool.

On the pillow is a fairyland. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty The wandering prostitutes dispersed and circled back to the embankment alone.

The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city. Jiumo is not stained with mud.

Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala is not a success. Outside the wall, you can see flowers looking for the way around, and horses are passing by in the willow shades, and orioles are singing.

Everywhere is miserable. Recalling Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty There are countless hatreds, and the utmost hatred is at the end of the world.

The mountains and the moon don’t know what’s going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of them are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying. After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.

Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting Hui veins are long and the water is long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou! Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, Song Dynasty·Dai Fuzhu, there are some unfinished parts to continue the Four Songs. Hushan is good, and it is both ancient and modern. There are thousands of scrolls hidden in the three rooms of the knotted house, and a single stroke of a brush can amount to a thousand pieces of gold.

There are friends all over the world. Just outside the door is Huyin.

Walking along the Wanliu embankment and having fun, chanting when drunk on Baihua Island. Live up to your lifelong ambition.

Jiangnan Liu Song·Zhang Xian Sui The embankment is far away, the waves are sharp and the road dust is light. Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells on Willow Bridge. It makes people sad when they see them parting ways, not to mention caring about oneself? After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City.

I lean on the towers high in the city and hope that my body can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. The dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom.

There are orchestral music on the boat and the river is facing Lu, and the city is filled with flying catkins and light dust. Busy killing the flower watchers! Idle dreams are far away, it is autumn in the southern country.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are cold and far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.

Looking at Jiangnan/Reminiscing about Jiangnan by Wang Qi in the Song Dynasty On the south bank of the Yangtze River, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails have gone and the sky has aged, the tides have risen and the sun has set.

The north and the south are separated from each other. The ups and downs of things have been linked to each other through the ages.

The fishing market is dawning in the solitary smoke at the foot of the mountain, and the rain is pouring deep beside the willows in the restaurant. Travelers should not come here.

Jiangnan grass is as easy to plant as it is to be traced. The orioles' tongues are confused as the fallen flowers are reflected deeply, and the souls of Nanpu's guests disappear due to the green fascination.

Fighting against the green robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and the tenderness is overwhelming.

There is a night rain in the distant green land, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams about Lan Tiao?

Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is coming, the smoke is gathering, the wind is clear, and the waves are blowing out cold flowers.

Deliver the stars far away. A man of fame and fortune, wandering and yet to return home.

In front of Xisai Mountain, the fishermen sing far away, and the geese walk diagonally on the waves in Dongting. Conquer and stay at the end of the world.

Jiangnan Yan, the embroidered curtain breeze is blowing lightly. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty.

Jie Jie Xun Xidong. Wang Xiezhai once entered Qitang.

The smoke path passes over the flowers and flies far away, and the dawn window scares the dreamer with hurried words. Partially accounted for the apricot garden red.

The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves.

When will the round and the vacancy rest? The stars are far apart, and the wind is blowing into the new autumn.

Dangui doesn’t know how to shake and hate, Su’e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.

Jiangnan wine has a strong taste. I lie drunk in the spring breeze deep in the alley, looking for the fragrance at dawn to the east of the small bridge.

Bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells. The sandalwood board is drunk, and the people's faces turn red.

On the pavilion of green apricots, yellow plums and reds, there are anchovies and bitter bamboo shoots on a jade plate. If you are drunk, you can attack with worry.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is lightly cut into the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold.

Leng Yingqing Qing Huan. The toads and jade are so different that it’s easy to watch them again in the clear night.

It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.

It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. The smoke from the green tiles dims the willow bank, and the fragrance of red silk penetrates the plum blossom sky.

Floating and elegant. Morning and evening, they grow up in front of Chu Feng.

On a cold night, I am worried about wearing a gold pillow, and at dusk the river is deep and the magnolia boat is closed. The smoke and waves are connected far away.

Jiangnan bamboo is clear, moist and extremely fibrous. The deep path is intended to accommodate two phoenixes, and the back courtyard reflects the blooming peach blossoms.

The wind and moon shadow linger. The cold jade is thin, and the frost and sleet are urging each other.

The pink tears flowed empty and the makeup was there, and the sheep cart once came near the green branches. Don’t cut the dragon flute lightly.

Fisherman's Song by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

Dream of Jiangnan, Qing Dynasty·Qu Dajun Sad about fallen leaves, the time when leaves will never return. Even if the tree is full of flowers when we return, the new branches are not the old ones.

And the water flows slowly. Suxin City, Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli. Most of the spring sunshine is in the willow branches, and long strips are picked and inserted in restaurants.

As far as the writer's cold food is concerned, the village songs and dances are even more romantic. Titled Juehai Temple by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty, the smoke from the furnace is thick and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the wood surrounds the Zen bed and the bamboo surrounds the stream.

When I have time off, the cicadas miss the tall willows, and the setting sun is in the west of the bamboo shade. Magpie Bridge Immortal Wu Qian of the Song Dynasty The boat was moored yesterday, the dangerous pavilion was whistling alone, and the clouds were scattered thousands of miles away.

The heavy rain from the front mountain came across the stream, washing away the heat of the world. At dusk, the crows and trees are at the end of the day, and the birds are setting in the sky. There is a sense of autumn.

The crazy boy, Ma Yinu, congratulated Xinliang, but he didn’t say it, and the west wind started blowing again. Fragrant cakes and bait, fresh fruits and vegetables are offered to thousands of households begging for tricks.

In the end, personnel and affairs are all in vain, and there is not much to come and go with the bottom of my heart. A foolish man fantasizes about watching Yinhan at night, hoping to wait for the cloud chariot to fly across.

Who would have thought that the Ox Girl has reached her old age and is in a happy mood. All the rivers are red---He Xing Yue Bo Tower and the rhyme of friends. The sun is thin and the cold sky is bright, the country is in full bloom, and there is a frosty leaf.

Thousands of miles away, the west wind blows away the geese and makes them cry several times. Geng Geng's intentions can be known from heaven, but who can say that Youyou hates her so much.

Leaning against the railings, I shed tears on Guanshan Mountain, separated by flat grass. .Carrying a dagger and a long cylindrical sword.

The great ambitions of the past are now glorious. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.

I want to kill the rat, live, and bury the flying cat in nine places, but the pitiful black rabbit gallops in two directions. I envy the canal, sweep the cliff with strong pen, and write different articles.

On the first day of February, people watch the lanterns day and night. Chen Qingzhi of the Qing Dynasty. The streets are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights illuminate the blue sky. The flute and flute have become a scene of spring, and I still suspect that tonight is the Lantern Festival.

Take a walk on the Ten Scenery Pond. The Hengtang is like a field with a barrier, and the names of the ten sceneries are not complete for a long time. Only the cauliflower harvest is good in autumn, and the yellow clouds and yellow brocade are as good as before.

Night mooring in Shaocun Ming·Tan Yingxiang The reeds make the sound of autumn, and the light boats moor in the evening. The guest feeling is like a crane's dream, and the traces of people are similar. 2. Beautiful poems about Jiangnan

This poem only commemorates the old dream of Jiangnan, which is gradually fragmented in my memory. The impression of Hangzhou, seven years of youth, seven years of high spirits, seven years of prosperity, But now I feel sad that the green has dyed Jiangnan again. Looking back at the past, I can only see the distant mountains. The emperors in the distant mountains are dreaming of Jiangnan. Time has become graceful. The children have disappeared in the alleys. The black clothes of the Southern Song Dynasty are missing. Are the swallows flying back bringing the sunset of the old days? Tonight's moon shines on the West Lake. The sound of the flute blows far away, stirring the sadness at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. In the distance, there are boats and lights, sparse shadows on the shore, and candlelight. The moon enters the cold windows and casts a bleak atmosphere. There was a young woman at the ferry looking forward to returning. The long hair is pulled up and caressing the face in the water. The people in the capital city have green bricks and stone walls. The buildings are empty and the green water. The palace walls are gone. The victory of the Six Dynasties is weak, leaving behind the meditation of the hands behind the back. The breeze of May floats the old dreams of the previous dynasty. The misty rain of late spring falls in the south of the Yangtze River. 3. What are the beautiful poems about Jiangnan?

1. Spring, summer, autumn and winter

Jiangnan is good, and the spring scenery shines through the curtains. One night the east wind blew the willows green, and the clear water in the pond reflected the pink. Heartfelt rhymes.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and lotus is being picked in summer. There are bright flowers in the green canopy, and fields of leaves under the beautiful path. The couple is drunk and lingers.

Jiangnan is good, with the sound of autumn in the area. Watching the fallen leaves in the falling silk rain, listening to the cries of crickets in the breeze kissing the willows. Comfort is leisure.

Jiangnan is good, and the winter snow is better than Kyoto. The wind is blowing, hundreds of rivers are covered with emeralds, and the clouds are blooming, and thousands of trees are hanging with pearls. Nothing like Shibinglu.

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2. Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums

Jiangnan is good, the plum blossoms are red in the first month. The slender branches and sparse shadows are chaotic, and the cold and silent night has a dark fragrance. The moon in the window is also different.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and my heart is intoxicated by the orchids. The butterfly clothes are lifted up and danced in the wind, and the dew touches her face like a makeup luan. There are thousands of fragrances.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the green bamboo scenery is arrogant. The mountain path covers the sky with lush greenery, the sun and the moon, and the garden slopes are painted with Qiong Yao. Spring tide in the snow.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the chrysanthemums in the autumn fields are yellow. The blue sky and golden world in Nanmo, the pink and white flowers on the east fence show off the mandarin ducks. Tao Ling chants poems.

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3. Heaven, earth and people

Jiangnan is good, and happiness is everywhere. Shun's day was full of benevolence and wealth, and Yao's day was full of joy and poetry. Greenery sings of spring.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the spiritual land embraces the clouds. The auspicious wind of Jiumo envelops the jade trees, and the dew of thousands of rivers brews the qionghua. Qina spits out brilliance.

Jiangnan is a good place, and there are many outstanding people there. Wu Wei's literary scriptures hang down bamboo and silk, and dragons and tigers change into strange stories. I am the only one who is ashamed.

Jiangnan is great, but the most valuable thing is the people and people. Three visits to the thatched cottage will lead to great achievements, and one share of territory will be spent listening to Sichuan songs. Forever and ever.

4. Beautiful poems about Jiangnan

Recalling Jiangnan

Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi

(1)

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery is familiar to me.

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.

When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can’t forget Jiangnan.

(2)

Reminiscing about Jiangnan,

The most reminiscing is Hangzhou.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple,

Watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will we visit again?

(3)

Recalling Jiangnan,

Secondly, recalling Wugong.

A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves,

Wu and her two daughters danced drunken with hibiscus.

See you again sooner or later?

Jiangnan Spring

Du Mu

Thousands of miles of orioles singing green and red,

Shuicunshanguo wine flag wind.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties,

How many towers are in the mist and rain.

Picking Mulberries

Ouyang Xiu

(1)

The setting sun shines beautifully on the West Lake,

Huawu Ping Ting.

The waves are flat for ten hectares,

There is no boat crossing the wild shore.

The floating clouds dispersed above the southwest moon,

The threshold of the building was cool.

The fragrance of lotus root is clear,

The wind on the water surface wakes you up.

(2)

West Lake is good after all the flowers are blooming,

It is a mess and can be red.

The flying catkins are flying.

The weeping willow trees are blocked by the sun’s wind.

The music and songs have dispersed, and all the tourists have gone.

I finally feel the spring sky.

Drop the curtain.

The two swallows return in the drizzle.

(3)

In order to love the West Lake all my life,

I came to support Zhu Lun.

Wealth and wealth are floating clouds,

Looking down at the fleeting twenty springs.

The return is just like the crane from Liaodong.

The people in the city wall,

everything looks new to the eye.

Who knows the old master?

(4)

The sky and water are as beautiful as the West Lake,

The clouds and objects are all fresh.

The gulls and herons are sleeping peacefully,

The wind is clear and the moon is white, which is suitable for night,

A piece of Qiongtian.

Whoever admires Luan,

A person in a boat is an immortal.

(5)

It is good to take a short boat trip to the West Lake,

The green water is meandering,

The grassy embankment is long,

Faint music and music are everywhere.

The glassy surface of the windless water surface is smooth,

I don’t notice the boat moving,

the ripples are moving slightly,

the sandbirds are startled and fly across the shore. .

Breaking the spell

Yan Shu

When the swallows came to Xinshe,

the pear blossoms lagged behind the Qingming Festival.

There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond,

One or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves.

The sun is long and the flying catkins are light.

The girl next door who smiles cleverly,

greets her on the mulberry picking path.

I wonder if I had a good spring dream yesterday.

Yuan is going to win the grass fight today.

Smiling comes from both faces.

Dielianhua

Su Shi

The flowers faded to red, green and apricot.

When swallows fly,

Green water surrounds people.

There are few willow trees blowing on the branches,

Where in the world is there no fragrant grass?

The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall.

Peders outside the wall,

The beauty inside the wall smiles.

The laughter gradually fades away,

I am passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.

Eight Six Sons

Qin Guan

Leaning on Wei Pavilion,

Hatred is like grass,

luxuriant Even after all the luxuriant leaves are shoveled away, there will still be life.

After thinking about the farewell to the green man outside the willow tree,

The red mantle by the waterside separated the time,

I felt sad and secretly shocked.

Wutuian Tian and Pingting,

The moonlight is a curtain of dreams at night,

The spring breeze is full of tenderness.

Unfortunately, joy and joy gradually flowed with the flowing water,

The sound of plain strings broke,

The fragrance of green silk diminished.

It’s so late that the flowers are flying,

It’s still rainy and sunny.

Just as the water is condensing,

The oriole crows a few more times.

5. About the poems describing the south of the Yangtze River

Boating on Guazhou

Era: Song Author: Wang Anshi Genre: Qijue Category: Jilu

Between Jingkou Guazhou and the Water , Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?

The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River

Era: Tang Author: Du Fu Genre: Qijue

It is common in Prince Qi’s house, and I heard it several times in front of Cui Jiutang.

It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will see it again when the flowers are falling.

Bath Orchid Fragrance Huaian Chongwu

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Genre: Ci

Coiled silk tied to the wrist, skillful seal script hanging hairpin, jade hidden cyanosis Yarn to sleep. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, the colorful window is in the clouds, and the young man in the past keeps his promise. At that time, I once wrote about the pomegranate skirt and the sad red gauze fading calyx. The dream of millet is getting old, and the smoke in Tingzhou is thick. Don't sing the ancient Jiangnan tune. Resentment is hard to suppress and the Chu River is in despair. Swallow's milk is smoked in the wind, plum blossoms are yellow in the dark rain, and the orchid curtain is bathed in the afternoon mirror. When thinking about Qinlou, I also imitate people returning home, and I should take my own discretion in Jian Changpu. But sadly, new toads appear everywhere.

Preface to the Cry of Orioles

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Wenying Genre: Ci

Can Han is bullying illness and wine, covering the embroidered house with agarwood. The swallow comes late and flies into the west city, as if spring is late. The painting is carried on the boat, the Qingming Festival passes, and the clear smoke slowly rises over the Wu Palace trees. Thoughts and feelings wander around, turning into light flakes with the wind. In the West Lake for ten years, horses were tied to the willows, taking advantage of the delicate dust and soft mist. Tracing the red gradually, recruiting into the fairy stream, the brocade secretly sends the quiet element. Leaning on the silver screen, the spring is wide and the dream is narrow, breaking the red wetness and singing the golden thread. When the embankment is empty and the setting sun is gently touched, the gulls and herons will always return. The orchids grow old, Du Ruo is still alive, and he still travels in the water town. After the farewell visit, Liuqiao was unfaithful, and the matter went to the flower committee. The jade was buried in incense, and there were many storms. The long waves are envious, the distant mountains are shy, and the fishing lanterns are reflected in the spring river. I remember that time and the short peach root crossing. It's like a brothel, where you write poems on the wall before defeat, and the tears and ink are stained by the dust. Looking out from the dangerous pavilion, the grass is as bright as the horizon, and half of the hair is blown into the temples. Dark spot inspection, separation marks and happy saliva, still dyed with crocodile silk, 6. Poems describing the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River

1. Presented to Fan Ye in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Lu Kai folded flowers and sent them to the Longtou people. There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just send a spring branch.

2. Yang Hua Song in the Southern and Northern Dynasties caused Tang Huixiu to miss his lovesickness in the south of the Yangtze River, and he sighed many times without making any sound. The yellow crane goes northwest, holding my thousand-mile heart in its mouth. Grass grows under the deep embankments, and clouds rise above the high city. The heart of spring brings thoughts, and the thoughts and hearts are always the king.

3. Bodhisattva Man Everyone in Weizhuang in the Tang Dynasty said that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain. The people by the side look like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart.

4. In the early spring of Tang Bai Juyi in Nanhu, the wind returned, the clouds stopped, the rain began to clear, and the sun returned to the lakeside, which was warm and bright. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the oriole's tongue is astringent, but the oriole's speech has not yet been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.

5. The old friends from Jiangxiang gathered in the guest house in Tang Dai Shulun. The autumn moon was full again, and the city tower was full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts. The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold crickets. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.

6. In the south and north of the Yangtze River, Liuyun Tingzhou is picking white apples, and the sun sets in the spring of Jiangnan. There are returning guests in Dongting and old friends in Xiaoxiang. Why don't you return to your old friend? It will be late when the spring blossoms come back. If you don’t talk about new knowledge and happiness, you only talk about the long way to go.

7. During the Li Gui years in the south of the Yangtze River, it was common in the residence of King Du Fuqi of the Tang Dynasty, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times. It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and we meet you again when the flowers are falling.

8. The nameless Han Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River can collect lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves. Among the fish and lotus leaves, the fish and lotus leaves are to the east, the fish and lotus leaves are to the west, the fish and lotus leaves are to the south, and the fish and lotus leaves are to the north.

9. Spring Dream Tang Cen Shen’s bridal chamber The spring breeze blew last night, and the old friend was still separated by the Xiangjiang River. In a spring dream on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

10. Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty, parked his boat in Guazhou. Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? 7. Poems about the south of the Yangtze River

Related poems and interpretations:

1. The boats are moving, the lake is shining in autumn, and the young people are greedy to see the boat flow. Huangfu Song (Tang Dynasty) - "Collecting Lotus Seeds: The Boat Moves on the Lake in the Autumn Lights"

Interpretation: In the autumn scenery of the lake, a girl comes to pick lotuses in a small boat. She let the boat drift with the current, and it turned out that she wanted to see the beautiful boy on the shore.

2. Peach blossoms in spring water, mandarin ducks bathing on the water. Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) - "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

Interpretation: Spring is coming to the earth, Luoyang is full of bright red peach blossoms, and clear spring water is everywhere, with pairs of mandarin ducks bathing their heads side by side floating on the water.

3. The mist of the river illuminates the clear mist, the houses on both sides of the strait are connected with painted eaves, and the autumn light is dim among the lotus bushes. Zhang Yanghao (Yuan Dynasty) - "Water Fairy: Ode to the South"

Interpretation: The mist of the river reflects the clouds of the clear green mountains. People on both sides of the river have painted eaves connected to the eaves, and a lotus floats in the water in autumn. The light is peaceful and leisurely.

4. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) - "Three Poems Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"

Interpretation: Visiting Tianzhu Temple to look for osmanthus seeds in the Mid-Autumn Festival, climbing to the county pavilion, lying on it, and admiring the tide of the Qiantang River.

5. Painting boats are coming to the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind.

Zhang Yanghao (Yuan Dynasty) - "Water Fairy: Ode to Jiangnan"

Interpretation: The painted boat seems to be sailing from the horizon, and the wine flags are high and fluttering in the wind. What a lovely water town Jiangnan.

6. The hibiscus falls when the boat is moved, and the egrets fly when the boat moves. Xiao Gang (Southern and Northern Dynasties) - "Lotus Picking Song"

Interpretation: The lotus picking boat passed through the lotus bushes, and the oars occasionally hit the blooming lotus flowers, which flew into the lake one by one. A single egret rested peacefully.

7. The bead curtain is rolled up on the Mulan boat, the singing is far away, and coconut wine is poured into the parrot cup. Li Xun (Five Dynasties) - "Nanxiangzi Ripe Mountain Fruit"

Explanation: The bead curtain was rolled up on the Mulan boat, and the song came from it, melodious and clear, floating into the distance. The cups and plates in the boat were in a mess, and the mellow aroma of the wine came in waves, drifting away together with the singing.

8. I hate Canhui, but I don’t know how to remember you. Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) - "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

Definition: I stare at the setting sun with resentment, thinking about you, but you don't know.

9. The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking about the bridge by the post. Huangfu Song (Tang Dynasty) - "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River"

Interpretation: Deeper, the candle is gone, the candlelight is dim, and the canna on the painting screen is blurred. I am drowsy and finally fall asleep, it is me in the dream After a long absence from the south of the Yangtze River, it was just when the green plum blossoms were ripe. During the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, I was alone on a boat, holding a bamboo flute in my hand, playing to my heart's content with the rustling night rain outside the boat. From time to time, I heard people talking and singing at the pavilion on the bridge. That long-lost accent tells an unforgettable story.

10. The spring water is as green as the sky, and I can draw a boat and listen to the rain while sleeping. Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) - "Bodhisattva Man·Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"

Interpretation: In spring, the river water is clear and green, greener than the sky. Visitors can fall asleep listening to the sound of rain on the painted boat.

Jiangnan

Jiangnan literally means the south of the river. In the concept of human geography, it specifically refers to the south of the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. In different historical periods, the literary images of Jiangnan are different. Jiangnan first appeared in the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, and refers to the middle reaches of the Yangtze River in the context of Chu State, the south part of the Yangtze River in present-day Hunan and Hubei, and Jiangxi. In ancient times, Jiangnan was once called Wu Chu by the Central Plains. Later, as the Han people from the Central Plains moved south, Jiangnan became a region with developed culture and education, beauty and prosperity. It reflected the ancient people's yearning for a better life and was a paradise in people's minds.

From ancient times to the present, "Jiangnan" has always been an ever-changing and flexible regional concept. Jiangnan often represents prosperous and developed culture and education and beautiful and prosperous water towns. "Book of the Later Han Dynasty·Liu Biao Biography" records that "the Jiangnan sect's thieves flourished...only the Jiangxia thieves Zhang Zhuang and Chen sat in Xiangyang City with troops, and Biao sent Yue and Pang Ji to fight against them, and when they surrendered, the south of the Yangtze River became peaceful." Until the Sui Dynasty, Jiangnan during that period often referred to Hunan and Hubei.

The Jiangnan region formed based on historical tradition and culture is southern Jiangsu, southern Anhui, Shanghai, Zhejiang, and northeastern Jiangxi. It is roughly equivalent to the Wu language plus Hui language area, and is equivalent to the distribution range of the Wu and Yue ethnic groups.

The core area of ??Jiangnan is the so-called "water town Jiangnan", which is an ecological type of Jiangnan civilization. Because it is located on the plains, it is different from the mountainous Jiangnan and coastal Jiangnan. Because it is the most representative, it is It is also considered to be Jiangnan in the narrow sense. Its scope is roughly equivalent to the Wu language Taihu area (Northern Wu), which was historically divided into Kuaiji, Wuxing and Wujun, collectively known as the Three Wus. 8. The more ancient poems that describe the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, the better

Recalling Jiangnan by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty Spring is gone! Thank you, people from Los Angeles.

The weak willow tree lifts its sleeves from the wind, and the orchids are covered with dew, as if they were stained with towels, and even sitting alone is full of tears. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty The spring is still young, the wind is blowing softly and the willows are slanting.

Try to stand on the transcendent stage and watch, half a trench full of spring water and a whole city full of flowers, thousands of homes covered with mist and rain. Recalling Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty There are countless hatreds, and the utmost hatred is at the end of the world.

The mountains and the moon don’t know what’s going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of them are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying. After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.

Thousands of sails are not the same. The slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou! Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. The dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. There are orchestral music playing on the boat on the river, and light dust is flying all over the city.

Busy killing the gardeners! Idle dreams are far away, it is autumn in the south. Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers.

The flute is in Yueming Tower. Dream of Jiangnan, Qing Dynasty·Qu Dajun Sad about falling leaves, the time when leaves fall and never return.

Even if the tree is full of flowers when you return, the new branches are not the old branches. And the flow of water is delayed.

Reminiscing about Jiangnan in the Tang Dynasty, Huangfu's pines and orchids fell, and dark red bananas appeared on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking about the bridge by the post.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River in Double Tune, Longevity and Autumn Waters. Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty raised his eyebrows together, and the story of the colorful servant Zixia. The island of nine dynasties in the sky is slowly rising, and the person in front of you is smiling.

People sing their own lyrics. The chrysanthemums under the fence are drunk.

The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers my poem. When keeping the evening fragrance.

Jiangnan Hao/Reminiscences of Jiangnan Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixia The sky is surrounded by water, and the water is far away and connected with the sky. The sky is clear and horizontal, the cold moon is shining, and the water, light and moonlight are both.

The moon reflects the sky in the water.

People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to complete in ancient times.

When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to common people.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty. The wandering prostitutes dispersed and walked back to the embankment alone. The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city.

Jiu Mo is not stained with mud. Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala has not yet become a trail.

Seeing flowers outside the wall, looking for the way around, horses passing by in the shade of willows and orioles singing. Everywhere is miserable.

Jiangnan Liu Song·Zhang Xian Sui The embankment is far away, the waves are sharp and the road dust is light. Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells on the Willow Bridge. Seeing people parting also makes me sad, not to mention caring about oneself? After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City.

I lean on the towers high in the city. I wish my body could be like a moon pavilion, accompanying you for thousands of miles. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty The sun shines forever, and the moon invades the bed at first night.

The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool. On the pillow is a fairyland.

Knowing the South of the Yangtze River (1) The water is beautiful, the mountains are clear, the eyebrows are long, I come back and lean against the small pavilion window. The spring breeze does not understand the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and smiles at the rain lane looking for tourists to taste.

(2) I heard that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road feel heartbroken. Who knows that there is no drunkenness in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring breeze is full of fragrance.

Miscellaneous Songs and Songs ~ Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can’t forget Jiangnan. When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?

Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace. A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus.

We will meet again sooner or later. Xianghe Song Ci.

Returning from collecting lotus by Wang Bo Returning from collecting lotus, dressed in green water and hibiscus, the autumn wind stirs the waves and geese fly. The osmanthus and orchids are under the Changpu, and the jade wrists in the skirts are swaying lightly.

The Yeyu flower pool is extremely flat, and the river is full of lovesickness. Lovesickness is painful, and good times cannot last.

The soldiers outside the Great Wall have not yet returned, and it is already dusk picking lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. It's dusk now, I'm picking lotus flowers, now the canal will be full of houses.

Picking mulberry leaves in the south of the official road is like picking lotus flowers on the river. The lotus is a lotus, and its flowers and leaves do not overlap.

Ye Cui has a shy eyebrow, but the blush is as strong as her cheeks. The beauty is not here to look forward to it, and I look forward to the time of separation.

Pinch the flower with pity on its pedicle, break the lotus root and love the silk. Where is the old love, the new thing is just a flower.

I don’t hesitate to pay tribute to Nanjin, but I am ashamed of Beihai Yan’s late writing. There are festivals to the lotus-picking songs, and the lotus-picking night is endless.

It is the time when the wind is rising on the mighty river, and it is also the time when the moon is rising over the wandering river. We met at night in Lianpu, Wu Ji Yue's daughter He Fengrong.

***Ask the Hanjiang River thousands of miles away, how heavy the mountain is to invite visitors. Spring Dream Cen Shen The spring breeze blew up in the bridal chamber last night, and the old friend was still separated by the Xiangjiang River.

In a spring dream on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River. Looking to the South of the Yangtze River Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty is still young in spring, and the willows are slanting in the gentle wind.

Try to watch it from the transcendental stage. Half a trench is full of spring water and a whole city is filled with flowers. Thousands of homes are covered with mist and rain. Dream of Jiangnan, Qing Dynasty·Qu Dajun Sad leaves fall, the time when the leaves will never return.

Even if the tree is full of flowers when you return, the new branches are not the old branches. And the flow of water is delayed.

Sending people off for a trip to Wu. Du Xunhe, Lord of the Tang Dynasty, came to Gusu to meet them, and they all rested on the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.

The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo. I know from afar that the moon is still sleeping, similar to the fisherman's song.

Jiangnan Lane Li He The green mist in the river rises in cool waves, and the sky is moist and red. Old bamboo grows in the water and wind, and the clouds grow like a sail in Zhuming.

Thousands of perch heads and a hundred dendrobiums of wine lie in the green of Nanshan Mountain. Wu Xiyue chanted the unfinished song, and the river was covered with cold jade.

Titled Juehai Temple by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty, the smoke from the furnace is thick and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the wood surrounds the Zen bed and the bamboo surrounds the stream. When I have time off, the cicadas miss the tall willows, and the setting sun is in the west under the shade of bamboo.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. The leisurely dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. There are orchestral music playing on the boat and across the river, and light dust is flying all over the city.

Busy killing the gardeners! Idle dreams are far away, it is autumn in the southern country. Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers.

The flute is in Yueming Tower. Jiangnan Liu Song·Zhang Xian Sui The dike is far away, the waves are fast and the road dust is light.

Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells in Liuqiao. Seeing people parting also makes you sad, not to mention caring about yourself? After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City. I lean on the towers high in the city and hope that my body can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles away.

Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, Song Dynasty·Dai Fuzhu, there is something unfinished, and it is a continuation of the four songs. There are thousands of scrolls hidden in the three rooms of the knotted house, and a single stroke of a brush can amount to a thousand pieces of gold.

There are friends all over the world. Just outside the door is Huyin.

Walking along the Wanliu embankment and having fun, chanting when drunk on Baihua Island. Live up to your lifelong ambition.

Jiangnan Han Author: Han Dynasty Anonymous Genre: Yuefu Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves. Among the fish-lily leaves, the fish-lily leaves are to the east, the fish-lily leaves are to the west, the fish-lily leaves are to the south, and the fish-lily leaves are to the north.

A gift to Fan Ye Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai Fold flowers and send them to the people of Longtou. There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just send a spring branch.

Bodhisattva Barbarian Era: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Ci Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.

The people on the side are like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow.

Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart.

Treading Lyrics Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Yuefu At dusk, I hear bamboo branches in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in the south are happy and people in the north are sad. Ever since I sang a new song in the snow, until the three spring flowers have faded.

Ancient Farewell Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wei Zhuang The clear smoke and willows in the desert are half full of love and wine. Even more, the jade whip is pointed to the outside, and the heart-breaking spring scenery is in the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiangnan Poetry: There are many orange trees in the homes of Jiangnan, and white silk is woven on Wu Ji’s boat. The land is humid and teeming with insects and snakes, and even trees are used as signs to live in the river.

Jiangcun Hai has long been a city, and the sails have fallen across the bridge to Puli. 9. Ancient poems describing the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan

1. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan·Jiangnan is Good"

Excerpt from the original text:

Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old Acquainted. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Vernacular interpretation:

Jiangnan is a good place, and I was once familiar with the scenery there. In spring, the sun rises from the river, shining the river flowers redder than red, and the green river water is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?

2. Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"

Excerpt from the original text:

Everyone says Jiangnan is good, but tourists only Together with Jiangnan Lao. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.

The people on the side are like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart.

Vernacular interpretation:

Everyone says Jiangnan is good, but the tourists who come here just want to grow old slowly in Jiangnan. In spring, the clear and green water of the river is better than the blue of the sky. You can also fall asleep listening to the sound of rain on a painted boat.

The woman selling wine in Jiangnan Restaurant is extremely beautiful. When she holds up her sleeves while holding the wine, her arms are as white as snow. Don't go back to your hometown when you are still young. You will definitely be heartbroken when you return home.

3. Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Yanghao's "Water Fairy: Ode to the South of the Yangtze River"

Excerpt from the original text:

A river of smoke and water illuminates the blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait have painted eaves. , a period of autumn light is dim among the lotus bushes. Watch the sand gulls dancing again and again, rolling the ten-mile bead curtain in the fragrant wind. Painting boats are arriving from the horizon, wine flags are blowing in the wind. Love to kill Jiangnan!

Vernacular interpretation:

The sun shines on the river and a thin layer of smoke rises. The painted eaves and painted beams of the houses on both sides of the bank are connected. There are lots of lotus on the river, and the autumn light is tranquil. You can see the sand gulls flying and circling on the river again and again, and the fragrant breeze drifts from the beaded curtains of every house. Beautiful ships seemed to be coming from the horizon, and the flags of the restaurants were fluttering in the wind. It’s so adorable, Jiangnan!

4. Tang Dynasty: Huangfu Song's "Collecting Lotus Seeds·The Boats Moving on the Lake and the Glittering Autumn Lights"

Excerpts from the original text:

The Boats Moving on the Lakes and the Glittering Autumn Lights , greedy to see the flow of young people.

Tossing lotus seeds across the water for no reason is a shame for being known for a long time.

Vernacular interpretation:

The lake is full of autumn colors, the scenery is pleasant, and the girl comes to pick lotus in a small boat. She let the boat drift with the waves, and it turned out that she wanted to see the beautiful boy on the shore.

The girl grabbed a handful of lotus seeds for no reason and threw them at the young man. Suddenly she felt that she was being seen from a distance, and she felt shy for a long time.

5. Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Now I Recall the Music of Jiangnan"

Excerpt from the original text:

Now I recall the music of Jiangnan, when I was young and young The shirt is thin. Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.

The green screen and gold bend, drunkenly sleeping among the flowers. Seeing flowers and branches at this time, I swear I will never return.

Vernacular interpretation:

Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan. At that time, I was young and romantic, my spring clothes were flying, and I was graceful. I was riding a big horse, leaning against a small bridge, and all the women in the building were fascinated by my heroic appearance.

The boudoir barrier is winding and hidden, and that is where I hang out among the flowers. If we could meet again like that then, I would never want to come back even when I grow old.