Ancient poems describe the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, knowing that the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River (1) is clear and the eyebrows are long, and Guangxi comes to lean against the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze. He laughed at the smell of Xunke in the rain lane. (2) I heard that Jiangnan is a wine town, and pedestrians on the road want to break their hearts. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, and the spring breeze smiles. Jiangnan is good, Jiangnan is good, Feng Jing used to be familiar with it. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and the river is green as blue in spring. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Zhe is a poem praised by Bai Juyi, a great poet in Tang Dynasty. Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, described the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River in this way: there were temples in the 480 Dynasty in the south, and there were many misty rains in the tower. Hou people also have many poems praising Jiangnan. For example, Wei Zhuang wrote about his feelings about Jiangnan: Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and customers know that Jiangnan is old. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The people around me are like the moon, and the snow is frozen on my wrist. Huanxiang must be heartbroken to be too old to go home. Huang Fusong, a poetess, depicts Jiangnan from the perspective of female Xing. She dreamed that the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River were ripe, and the night boat played the flute and rained. How good is Renzuoan Bridge? You can tell a story: During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, he rebelled in Liangbei, and his good friend wrote to persuade him. According to the letter, in March, grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River and warblers fly. Zhe's words aroused homesickness and finally returned to Liang.
Beautiful poems about Jiangnan. The more, the better. I still remember-Bai Juyi (Yi) Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river wins the fire, and the river is as green as blue. Can you remember Jiangnan? (2) Jiang Nanyi, the most memory of Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, you can watch the tide on the pillow in Junting. When will you revisit? (3) Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wugong. Wu JIU, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dancing and getting drunk with hibiscus. Zhao Wuji, will we meet again? Du Chun, Li Mu and Ti Ying in the south of the Yangtze River are green and red, and the water village Guo Shan is full of wine flags. In the Southern Dynasties, there were four hundred and eighty halls, and there were few towers in the misty rain. Ouyang Xiu (1), picking mulberry seeds, shines on Xi Lake at sunset, and the flower dock is beautiful. Ten hectares of waves are flat, and no one crosses the wild shore. Clouds in the southwest moon are cool. Zuo Lian Qing Xiang, the wind on the water awakened the wine. (er) After the West Lake is crowded, chaos can turn red. It's foggy. The weeping willows are withered, and the gold is windy. When all the tourists have left, Shi feels empty in spring. Put down the curtain and close it. It rains in Mao Mao in Guangxi, Shuang Yan. (3) I will be good for Ai Xihu all my life, and I will support Zhu Lun. Rich clouds, pitching for twenty years in the spring. Returning to Lai is like a Liaodong crane, with a city wall and a new look. Who knows the old master? (thinking) The sky is high and the water is long, the West Lake is good, and the clouds are light and the wind is clear. Gulls and herons sleep leisurely, the wind is clear and the moon is white, and it is a beautiful field. Whoever envies Zuo is a fairy on the boat. (5) The clear boat is shorter than the West Lake, the green water is winding, the grass is long, and the music is everywhere. Wu's wind made the glass slippery on the water, so he didn't notice the ship moving. Wei moved ripples and began to fly ashore. A while ago, Yan Shu's swallow came to Xinhua News Agency, and Li Hua fell behind Qingming. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there is an oriole at the bottom of the leaf. The days are long and the ice floes are light. Joe smiled at his female companion in the East and greeted her in Sando. It is easy to complain about yesterday's spring dream, and yuan wins today's struggle. Xiao was born from two faces. Iris, Suzo, faded red apricot, small. Stefanie flies, green water people go around. Liu blows twigs, where there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea? Outside the Qiang people's swinging wall. A layman and a beautiful woman on the wall laughed in Qiang: Laughter gradually disappeared in silence, but many feelings were mercilessly annoyed. Eight or six sons of Qin, leaning against the dangerous pavilion, hate like grass, and the left shovel still exists. After saying goodbye to Liu Waiqing, Shuihong was stunned. Wu Duantian and have a graceful demeanour, jathyapple has a quiet dream, and Feng Chun has ten miles of tenderness. Why go with the flow? Water, broken strings, less fragrance. It was a night of flying flowers and misty rain. Zheng Pinning, oriole and crow several times. ... the rest of the text >>
The ancient poem Jiangnan describes the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. Sexual desolation, grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River. Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock, sand window moon shadow with flowers. Tears are about to drip, falling on Han Mei Sheng's late body. The low-winged white goose is still heavy and has a astringent tongue. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. The peripheral veins cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet away from Xiaolou Mountain. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. You can't fly around the curtain. The east wind is weak. Spring is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Dong's room was in spring last night, so the old friend is still across the Xiangjiang River. On the pillow, Shi Chunmeng traveled to the south of Wan Li. Jiangnan Ke Cailian, Lotus Leaf He. Fish play lotus leaf, fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf west, Jiangnan lovesickness leads, sigh more. The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles. Guazhou and Jingkou are separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The orchid is falling, and the screen is a dark red banana. Dreaming about plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, Ye Zhou's flute rains lightly. At the People's Postal Bridge. Mei Han sleeps better than * * *, and Jiangnan is still angry in October. The heavy curtain is not long, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink. Knowing that the Xiushan Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River (Yi) has a clear eyebrow and a far sight, it relies on the small pavilion window. Feng Chun didn't understand Jiang Nanyu's meaning, so he smiled and found a guest in Rain Lane to taste. (er) I heard that Jiangnan is a wine town, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Shui knows that Jiangnan is not drunk and laughs. Jiang Haonan Haonan, the scenery was once familiar. The sun is as red as fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. Can you remember Jiangnan? This is a poem by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, praising Mei Jiangnan. Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, described the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River in this way: there were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many Miao buildings and misty rain. Later generations also have many poems praising Jiangnan. For example, Wei Zhuang wrote his feelings about Jiangnan in this way: Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and the wanderer only grows old with Jiangnan. In spring, the water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain. People are like the moon, and the left wrist is frozen with snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
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A poem describing the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River-Bai Juyi is good in the south of the Yangtze River, and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river wins the fire, and the river is as green as blue. Can you remember Jiangnan? About the author: Bai Juyi (772-846), the word Lotte, was the greatest poet in the Tang Dynasty except Li Bai and Du Fu. He dared to complain for the people and criticize the emperor's bureaucrats. His content is rich and colorful, and his language is easy to understand. At that time, both women and Roy could appreciate his poems. His works not only spread widely in Guo, but also soon spread to Korea, Japan and other countries. Bai Juyi was one of the earliest poets who wrote ci, and stone was the first word in Memory of Jiangnan. Bai Juyi was an official in Hangzhou and Zhou in the south of the Yangtze River and was deeply loved by the local people. This word is his work "Memorizing the Scenery of Jiangnan", which is very artistic. Let me start with Cai. This word is about Jiangnan scenery at sunrise in spring. The beauty of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River lies in her beauty, while the most beautiful stone Qingjiang River and the most beautiful river China are bright red flowers. Ke said that it is the most beautiful place, the most beautiful moment and the most beautiful scenery to write about the "sunrise river flowers" and "riverside flowers" in the south of the Yangtze River. It expresses the author's thoughts and feelings of remembering Jiangnan and cherishing Jiangnan's virtue.
Poems describing the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, recalling Liu Yuxi's spring in the Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River! There are many people in Los Angeles. Weak willows doubt the wind, and the jungle is like a towel. Sitting alone also has a taste. Looking at the east slope of Songshui in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Let's see if it's still leaving Taiwan, half the city is full of flowers, and the misty rain is dark in Qian's house. I recall the hatred of Jiangnan, and I hate the ends of the earth. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away, and spring scenery in the south. The ship is tied on the river, and light dust is flying on the city. Look at the flowers quickly, Ren! Idle dreams are far away, and autumn is clear in the south. Thousands of miles away, the mountains and rivers are cold and Se far away, and reeds are moored in the depths of reeds. The flute is in the Moon Building. Dream of Jiangnan Qingqu Dajun sad leaves, leaves Luo gone forever. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old stone branches, and the water is late. I think back to the Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River. All the pines, cypresses and orchids were lost, and the screen was dark with red bananas. On the dream river, South America is familiar, and people talk about the post bridge. Look at the longevity and autumn waters in Jiangnan. Qi Mei Liu Song Chen Weng painted Xia Zi. Nine islands in the air smile before you. People sing their own songs. Plant chrysanthemums under the fence and get drunk. Flower water, please go back thirty times. Autumn wind remembers my Yi couplet poems. When you keep the evening fragrance, Jiangnan is good/remember Song Zhao Shixia's Jiangnan water town. The water is far from the sky. Tian Jingping's cold moon is full of water and moonlight. The moon reflected the center of the sky. People and scenery are difficult to be complete. If the scenery is good, the hidden heart is fast and the heart is far away. The scenery is beautiful. Hugh told the laity. Wang Jiangnan and Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the dike alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the clouds are dark with rain. Nine strangers never touch mud. Peach didn't come to Zuo for the Spring Festival Gala. The flowers outside the wall find their way, and the willows tip over the warblers. Wu is not sad. Zhangxiansui dike in Liu Song, south of the Yangtze River is far away, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, there are many farewells to the ancient Liuqiao Bridge, and simple people are also worried about parting, not to mention caring. After the oblique view, Xin went to Xicheng. Climbing high in the city and looking far away, I would like to be like the pavilion of Yue, accompanying you on Wan Li Road. Looking at the Song and Zhu Dynasties in the south of the Yangtze River, Confucianism and inflammation were all over, and they invaded the bed at the first night. I touched a lotus leaf, the lotus fragrance was fine and the water was cold. On my pillow, I am in Xi 'an Town. I know that the beautiful Yuan in the south of the Yangtze River is long, so I came back to lean against the window of a small pavilion. The spring breeze puzzled Jiang Nanyu. Xiao looked at the rain lane to find guests to taste. (2) I heard that Jiangnan is the hometown of nine, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, Xiao took one look. Miscellaneous songs and words ~ I remember that Jiangnan Baiyi lived in Jiangnan, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the river is better than the fire, and the river is as green as spring water. I can't forget Jiangnan. Jiang remembers the south, and Hangzhou is the most remembered. Looking for cinnamon in the mountain temple in the middle of the month. The county pavilion pillow watches the tide. When will you revisit? Followed by a dance, Wu wine, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance and Furong drunk. Zhao met again at night. Harmony songs. Picking lotus, green water and hibiscus clothes, autumn wind making waves, swallows, Gui Lan, Guangxi, Changpu, Luo skirt and jade wrist rocking gently ... It is dusk to pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River. Picking lotus flowers in this canal will definitely promote the family. Guan Daonan picked mulberry leaves in the south of the city. Why did he pick lotus flowers on the river? Lotus is lotus, and the leaves overlap. Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks. Jia people do not expect to leave. She drew flowers and pity * * * to break the lotus root and silk. Where is the new feeling? Cai Lian didn't rest at night. Just in the upper reaches of the mighty river, it is worth wandering in the Shang and Yue Dynasties. When Lian Po met Wu Ji and Yue Nv in the evening, he died. * * * Han Jiang asked Li Qian, it is more important to recruit tourists. Spring Dream Zuo attended the bridal chamber last night, so the old man is still across the Xiangjiang River. In the spring dream, he traveled to Jiangnan, Wan Li. Wang Jiang's Southern Song Dynasty Shuidongpo is young in spring and sunny. Half of the city is full of spring flowers and thousands of people are black. The army of Mengnanqu has fallen leaves in the north, which are gone forever. Even if the flowers are full of trees, the new branches are old branches, and it is too late to go with the flow. I sent someone to visit Wu Tang and Du Xunhe Jun in Gusu, and they were all in the pillow river. There are few leisure places in the ancient palace and many small bridges in the water lane. The night market sells lotus roots, and Chunchuan carries on the forefront. I know I haven't slept for a month. Similar to fishing songs, the control/cool wave fake news caused by the green fog in Jiangnan Alley, the sky is red and rugged, the water and wind are full of old bamboo, and the bamboo is picturesque. There are thousands of bass drinks, and the rest are Wen>& gt.
Seeking to write a poem about a water town in the south of the Yangtze River Author: Song Author: Wang Anshi Style: Four Wonders Category: Wandering in Guazhou River at the mouth of Beijing, Zhongshan is just a few mountains apart. In spring, the wind is green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? Jiangnan meets the times: Tang Author: Du Fu School: Looking for Chang in the home of Qi Wang, I heard it several times before Cui. It is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will meet you in the falling season. Bathing in Huai 'an Zhong Wunian: Song Author: English genre: the word silk is tied to the wrist, Qiao Juan hangs her hairpin and sleeps with a pillow. Silver bottle exposed well, colorful cloud window, juvenile king. At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, but sadly the Tui calyx was red. Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke. It's hard to complain if you don't sing the ancient tune of Jiangnan, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallowing milk, black rain and plum yellow, blue curtain for mirror bath in the afternoon. If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should handle it yourself. But disappointed, repeated the new toad, with people. Chronology of "Left Cry": Song Author: Genre: The word residual cold deceives sick wine, Yan Shenxiang embroiders households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if to say that spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Miss Zuo fell and became a light wadding with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, willow is a horse, and dust is a soft fog. Return to Red, recruit into Xianxi, and travel with Jiner to steal Jisu. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. Orchids are old. If Du is still alive, the water town is still sending tourists. After the farewell, there was no letter from the Sixth Bridge, and the stone went to the Flower Committee, burying jade and burning incense, and after several storms. Long waves envy, Yaoshan shame, fishing lights reflect the river, recalling time and short peach root crossing. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable. Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled. Dark sword, away from the traces of joy, but still dyed, Phoenix was lost, but it was careless. Diligent in writing, books full of hate, blue clouds and heavy geese, human error, bouncing into the column of mourning for Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about the heavy Song Zhao, whether the soul is broken. The study was bright and warm all day, but grandma Zuo was tired, and insisted on playing in the small garden for a long time: Song Author: Lu You's sleep is better than pressing Mo, and October in the south of the Yangtze River is still peaceful. Heavy curtains do not roll incense, and ancient inkstones are slightly concave and gather more ink. On the moon, I suddenly saw the beginning of Mei Ying, and the wind was high to send geese. A glass of light you take a break, and the cow backs us. Years Jiangnan Author: Han Author: Han Anonymous School: Jiangnan can pick lotus leaves, lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north. Give Fan Zuonian: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kaizhe flowers every express, sent to leading families. Jiangnan has nothing to do, have a chat and send it for a spring. Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: The word "benevolent people say that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only vote for Jiangnan to be old". Spring water is brighter than the field, painting a boat and listening to the rain. People are like the bright moon, and their wrists are frosty and snowy. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. Jiangnan Qu Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Liu Yun Zhou Ting picking white apples, sunset Jiangnan Spring. Dong Ting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend. Therefore, Fan, why should Chunhua come late? There is no new knowledge, only prosperity is the long way. Yang Hua Qu Nian: Southern Dynasties and Northern Dynasties Author: Tang Huixiu is beautiful and thoughtful. Cover your tears and pay attention. Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise. The yellow crane walks northwest, and thousands of miles lead my heart. Cao was born under the deep embankment, and the clouds rose above the high city. In spring, people think, and thinking is often king. Early spring years of Nanhu Lake Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi genre: Seven-law wind returns to the clouds and rain, and the lake returns to warm and bright. Luan smashed Hongshan apricot hair and laid out new green water apples. The pool is low, the white goose is still heavy, and the tongue is astringent. It is not good to say that Jiangnan Spring is getting worse every year. Spring Dream Era: Tang Author: Title: Seven ancient bridal chambers bloomed in spring last night, but they were still separated by Xiangjiang River. On the pillow, in the spring dream, it is feasible to travel thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River. Bridge Golden Gate Age: Song Author: Genre: Ci hatred pulse. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. Interpretation of Article 60 of Xiao Lou Fire Protection Law /ft. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. You can't fly around the curtain. The east wind is weak. Jiang Xiang's old friend's guest house Collection Date: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Style: Five Ways ... The rest of the full text >>
Poems describing the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, fortunately, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River has always been familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, Laishui is as green as blue. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Three Memories of Jiangnan is the work of Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first ci school, writing the memory of Jiangnan, chose the river flowers and spring water, with Japan and spring as the background, which was very bright and beautiful, vividly depicting the beautiful scene of Jiangnan spring; The second Miao depicts the beauty of Hangzhou, and verifies "Jiangnan is good" through the painting "Looking for Gui in Mianshan Temple and Watching Tide in Qiantang", expressing the author's nostalgia for Hangzhou Year. The third poem depicts the beauty of Suzhou, and the poet briefly outlines the charming customs of Suzhou with wonderful German poems, expressing Liao's nostalgia and yearning for Suzhou. These three words are independent and complementary, describing the beauty of scenery, wind and women in Jiangnan respectively, with strong artistic generalization and wonderful artistic conception.
What are the ancient poems describing the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan? 1, everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only grow old in the south. In spring, the water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain. ? The fireside is like a moon, and it is frozen with frost and snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home. -"Bodhisattva Man" Wei Zhuang 2. Guazhou, Jingkou, Yishuifang and Zhongshan are separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon return? -"Dengguazhou" Wang Anshi 3. This is very common in Village of Emperor Qi, and Cui has heard it several times before. It is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will meet you in the falling season. -Meet Li Guinian down the river? Du Fu 4, silk tied wrist, skillfully hung seal, jade hidden in the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. At that time, Wei had written a pomegranate skirt with red hearts and pale calyx. The time in Meng Jian is old, and Tingzhou is smoky. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, it's hard to complain, Chu Jiang Shen. Lavender swallows milk, the dark rain is plum yellow, and in the afternoon, the mirror bath is bathed in blue curtains. If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision. But to Wang's disappointment, a new toad with human horns. -"Bathing Zhong Wu in Huai 'an, Lan Xiang" Wu Wenying 5. Residual cold deceives sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang embroidery households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if to say that spring came late. China sailed a boat, crossed Tomb-Sweeping Day and smoked martial arts trees. I miss you, it turns into a light bill with the wind. In the past ten years, the West Lake has a bright future, charming and dusty. Return to the red, recruit into Xianxi, and Jin Er secretly sends you Sue. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. Zuo Di is empty, the setting sun is light, and gulls and herons always return. Orchids are old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still sending tourists. If you don't visit in the future, there will be no letter from the Sixth Bridge, and it will be the matter of the Wanghua Committee, burning jade and incense, and it has been through many storms. Long wave envy, distant mountains are ashamed to wear, fishing lights are split into shadows, staying by the river, remembering time and Du Fu's short peach roots. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable. Weiting looks at the pole, the grass is all over the world, and the temples are blown. Dark spot check, Li's scar, saliva, and dye? The phoenix fan returns and dances wildly. Yin is eager to write, and the book is full of hatred. And drowned geese in the Three Seas, and jumped into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining about songs, whether Duan's soul is there. -"Introduction to Bird Singing" Wu Wenying 6. Mei Han sleeps better than * * *, and October in Jiangnan is still harmonious. The heavy curtain is not long, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink. On the moon, I suddenly saw the beginning of Mei Ying, and the wind was high to send geese. A cup is too weak for you to laugh, and a Niu Bei is our corner song. -"The study is bright and warm, dancing with its sword all day long. When you are tired, you will walk to the small garden and play two long sentences." The land tour is a reference to the fact that the river can pick lotus leaves in the south, and where to pick them. Fish play between lotus leaves, fish Xi lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf west, fish play lotus leaf south and fish play lotus leaf north. -"Jiangnan" anonymous 8,? The flowers were folded and given to the leading family by Feng. Jiangnan has nothing to do, chatting and sending a spring. -"A Gift for Ye Fan" Lu Kai 9. Tingzhou picks Bai Ping, and the sunset is Jiangnan Spring. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend. Why don't you care about people? Spring flowers are too late to recover. There is no place to learn new knowledge, only Yan Yuanyou. ? -"Jiangnan Qu" Liu Yun 10, Zuo Yan Flower Street is clear, and it is full of thoughts. Cover your tears and pay attention, and fold Lanhuan's own legacy. Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise. Yellow crane Xi went north and walked thousands of miles with my heart. Grass grows under the deep embankment and clouds grow on the high city. In spring, people are thinking, and thinking is always king. ? -"Yang Huaqu"? Tang Huixiu 1 1, the wind returns to the clouds to break the Chu rain, and Fanzhao Lake is warm again. Broken Hongshan apricot hair, Waxin Lushuiping fruit. The low-winged white goose is still heavy and has a astringent tongue. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Seven Methods of Hunanchun Jujube 12. The bridal chamber opened in spring last night, and Gu Ren is still separated from the Xiangjiang River. A piece on the pillow, a spring dream travels a thousand miles. -"Spring Dream"? Cen Can 13, sad pulse. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. Xiaoloushan is several feet high. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. Flowers outside the curtain can't fly The east wind is weak. -The Golden Gate? Chen Ke 14, when the autumn moon is full, a thousand nights in towns and villages. Huan works for Jiangnan Society and dreams of a dream skeptic. A wind woke up the birds in the tree, revealing that Cao was covered with cold flies. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring. -Collection of Old Friends and Couples in Jiangxiang, Dai Shulun 15, Lan Ember, Ping on a Red Banana. I dreamed of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and Yu Shasha. At the People's Postal Bridge. -"Jiangnan Dream"? Huangfusong
Poem saying Jiangnan Meideng Guazhou Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi Style: Four Unique Categories: Swimming between Guazhou Waters, Zhongshan Jingkou, only separated by several mountains. Spring is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Jiangnan returns to the Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Topic: Seven Wonders are common, and Cui has heard of them several times. It is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. Jay met you again when the flowers fell. Bathing Huai 'an Mid-Autumn Day Wear: Song Author: Style: a word of silk tied wrist, hairpin hanging skillfully, jade hidden yarn sleeping. A silver bottle is quiet, a colorful window, and a former teenager keeps his promise. I was sad and red because I was writing a willow skirt. Su Meng is old, Tingzhou is left. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Yan Feng milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. If you think about Heye, you should make your own decision. But I'm disappointed. I keep making new toads. Preface Ti Ying: Song Zuo: Wu Wenying Genre: The word remnant Han Zheng deceives the sick wine, covers the fragrance and embroiders the household. Yan Laichi flew into Xicheng, thinking that spring came late. Draw a boat, clearly and clearly, curling up the palace tree of Wu. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind. Ten years of Xihu, I am a horse beside the willow, taking advantage of the soft fog. Gradually wanting to return to the red, recruiting talents, Jin Er secretly sent you Su. Relying on the silver screen, the spring is wide and the dream is narrow, and the red stone is broken. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. You are old, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still sending tourists. Later, when he didn't visit, Qiao Liu had no letter. He went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade, and there were several storms. The waves are always envious, the mountains are ashamed, and the fishing lights are reflected on the riverside, which is recorded as the crossing of stones and short peaches. Brothel is like a poem on the verge of defeat, Leimo is miserable and dusty. Dangerous pavilions are everywhere, grass is all over the world, and temples are forbidden. Dark spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed? Feng Fan, luan disorderly dance. Diligent writing, long book hate, blue Xia Liao geese, full of acacia, bounced into the column of mourning Zheng. Sad Jiang Linan, complaining that this song has a broken soul? Finally, the study room was warm and bright. I danced and stuck the staff in the small garden for a long time when I was tired. Song Author: Lu Youmei sleeps better than * *, Jiangnan country is still harmonious in October. The heavy curtain doesn't roll for a long time, and the ancient face is slightly concave and there is more ink. On the moon, I suddenly saw Meiying, surging like a storm, sending geese with stones. A cup is so weak that you can't laugh, and the cow backs us.
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