ink painting in the south of the Yangtze River
clear autumn in a thousand miles
small bridges, flowing water and people
Some poems are attached for reference:
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Mu
A thousand miles of yingti is green and red, and the water village, Mountain Country and Wine Flag are windy.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties are covered in misty rain.
stepping on the sand to visit Qin Guan
The fog lost the balcony, the moon crossed the maze, and Taoyuan was nowhere to be found.
it's like the lonely pavilion is closed in spring, and the cuckoo sounds like sunset.
plum blossoms are sent by post, and the fish is long-lived. There is no weight in this hate.
Chen Jiang was lucky to go around Chen Mountain. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
recalling Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old and familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the surface of the river, and the flowers on the river are brighter than red, the green river green more than blue grass. How can we call people not miss the south of the Yangtze river?
Jiang Nanyi, I remember Hangzhou most. Looking for laurels in the mountain temple in the middle of the month, watching the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion. When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Palace. Wu JIU has a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa dances and gets drunk with hibiscus. Meet again sooner or later?
Looking at the tide of the sea, Liu Yong
The southeast is victorious, and the city of Sanwu and Qiantang have been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, staggered by 1 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand. The raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural barrier is endless. The city is full of pearls, households are full of Luo Qi, and they compete for luxury.
heavy lakes overlap each other. There are Sanqiu cassia seeds and ten-mile lotus flowers. The Qiang tube is sunny, the ling song is full of night, and the lotus flower is caught. Thousands ride with high teeth, listen to the flute and drum while drunk, and enjoy the haze. The future map will be good, and I will go back to Fengchi to boast.
on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes Li Bai
phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river. Wu gong flowers are laid in the desolate path, and the number of royal royalty in the Jin dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall in the sky, like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river. A cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, to hide his city from my melancholy heart!
the water dragon sings Xin Qiji
It's clear in autumn in Chutian, and the water goes with the sky in autumn. The sight of the mountains in the distance only caused my sorrow and resentment towards the end of the country, and the mountains, like the Hosta plantaginea and spiral coil on the head of a woman. The sun in the west slants toward this floor, and in the sky far away from the wild goose cries, and I am wandering the homesick wanderer in the south of the Yangtze river. I saw Wu Gou, filmed the column, and no one attended.
don't say that the perch is terrible, and the west wind and the season eagle have not returned? Like the xusi who only bought land for themselves, should be afraid of ashamed to see the brilliant complete in both respects Liu Bei.
it's a pity that the years are fleeting, and the trees are so sad and stormy! Qian who calls for it, red scarf and green sleeves, heroic tears!