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From Yangzhou

Send Meng Haoran to Guangling

Li Bai

My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

Twelve Poems to Relieve Boredom

Du Fu

Shang Hu bid farewell to Yangzhou and recalled the old post building in Xiling.

In order to ask about the value of Huainan rice, I wanted to travel eastward.

Guangling Autumn Moon to the Moon

Chen Yu

When the frost falls, the moon goes upstairs, and Yangzhou is filled with singing in the middle of the month.

Looking at each other drunkenly dancing and building buildings, I didn’t realize that the trees in the Sui family’s mausoleum were autumn.

Poetry of Guangling

Quan Deyu

Guangling was truly beautiful, and this was the capital in the Sui Dynasty.

The eight directions are called convergence, and the five directions are like flat grinding.

The big bow reflects the sky, and the flute is added to the camp.

The sky rises from the terraces, and the sky is clear and golden.

The flowing water hubs cross each other, and the floating clouds are pressed against each other.

The rising sun reflects on the brothel, and the spring breeze clears the green fields.

The jade shines brightly, and its price is overwhelming.

Smiling at each other in front of the lamp, greeting each other on the street.

The swaying green bamboos are thin, hiding the bright red lining.

The orchid and musk deer are far away, and the orchestra is free to relax.

Musicians keep writing and ink, while masters show their spontaneity.

The vastness is gone, and where will we camp slowly?

Please be happy today, don’t worry about your reputation after death.

If you are willing to learn from the Confucians, you will waste your life by studying.

Looking at Yangzhou City at Night

Wang Jian

Thousands of lights illuminate the blue clouds in the night market, and there are many red-sleeved customers in high-rise buildings.

Now is not an ordinary day, but I am still singing and singing.

Remembering Yangzhou

Xu Ning

Ms. Xiao’s face was so thin that it was hard to shed tears, and her peach-leaf eyebrows were long and easy to recognize.

One third of the world is a bright moonlit night, and the other half is Yangzhou.

Su Yangzhou

Li Shen

The river crosses the vast misty waves at night, and the tide passes through Jinling and leaves fall in autumn.

The sound of Sai Hong passes through Chuze, and the light and dark red trees can be seen in Yangzhou.

The night bridge is lit up with stars, and the water and sails are close to the bullfighting.

Today, the customs of the city have changed, so there is no need to ask the mysterious building.

Three Spring Poems of Yangzhou

Yao He

(1)

It is a cold day in Guangling, and there is no fog or smoke.

The warm sun condenses the flowers and willows, and the spring breeze disperses the orchestral music.

The gardens are mostly filled with houses, and there are fewer cars and horses than boats.

Don’t ask tourists to stay, they will be sleepy.

(2)

Manguo is full of spring, and the soil in the streets is fragrant.

The bamboo wind blows lightly on the shoes, and the flower dew makes the clothes greasy.

The singing of birds in the valley is still beautiful, and the mountain husband is even more crazy.

Poor tourist lands, the Yang Empire collapsed.

(3)

In the mist of Jiangbei, there are many great things to do in Huainan.

The shops hold candles as they enter, and boats pass by in the neighborhood.

If you have land, you can only plant bamboos; if you don’t have a home, you can’t raise geese.

The spring light is shining in the city walls, and the music is filling my ears.

Three Poems from Yangzhou

Du Mu

(1)

The soil of Emperor Yang’s Lei Pond hides old buildings.

Whose family sings water tunes, and the bright moon fills Yangzhou.

It is better for a horse to go out at leisure, but it is better for a daughter to travel in secret.

Xuantian is a drunk young man, half-dressed with purple velvet fur.

(2)

The autumn wind blows through the firefly garden, and the spring grass cockfighting platform.

The golden network carries the eagle, and the luan ring picks up the green.

The Sichuan boats are red and brocaded, and they sink into piles as they climb into the water.

Everywhere is beautiful, but King Huai returns.

(3)

Thousands of willows hang down the street, and the glow reflects the double city.

The sky is beautiful, the terrace is beautiful, and the wind and singing are clear.

The slender waist has long sleeves and jade pendants are intricately tasseled.

The axis is strong, and the luxury is indescribable.

It is a crime of debauchery, so why not become the imperial capital.

Charming

Du Mu

A man in a down and out wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms.

After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I gained the reputation of a brothel.

Visiting Yangzhou

Weizhuang

In those days, people did not know about war, and brothels everywhere sang every night.

Spring is always bright in the flower cave, and the moon is bright and there is a lot of wind on the clothes.

After King Huai left, there were no chickens or dogs. Emperor Yang returned to bury Qiluo.

Twenty-four bridges are empty and silent, and the green poplars destroy the official river.

Guangling Cold Food Night

Li Zhong

Guangling Cold Food Night is a great time for luxury.

After the Zimo people returned, the moon rose over the red building.

Qiluo spring has not yet rested, and the rhyme of silk and bamboo is still late.

Go on an outing tomorrow and lose to his frivolous son.

Yangzhou

Chen Xiumin

The flowers in the Qionghua View are incomparable, and there is light in the moon above the Mingyue Tower.

Drinking banquets are held from time to time in Hua Province, and officials arrange to send official sheep to them every day.

The cold dew on the silver bed invades the singing fan, and the gentle wind blows on the dancing clothes.

The supply of Huainan is heavy, but everyone still talks about Wei Yang.

Weiyang nostalgic for the past

Zeng

Guangling City was prosperous in the past, and Emperor Yang visited Zixia in his palace.

The song of Yushu is still there, and Jinfan has no home when he returns.

Fragrant grass is everywhere on the terrace, and flowers fall off every year due to wind and rain.

The most sentimental Biandi willow is still carrying crows when spring comes.

Yangzhou

Chen Zilong

The famous capital of Huaihai is far away, and the south of the Yangtze River is invisible across the Southern Dynasty.

The green hills half reflect the Guazhou trees, and the fragrant grasses connect diagonally to the Yangtze Bridge.

The towers of Sui Yuan are covered with mist at dawn, and the moonlight in Wu Palace brings the spring tide.

The Bianhe River is full of newly planted willows, and the east wind still lingers.

Nostalgia for the past in Guangling

Hong

Where can I find the lonely grave and ask about Lei Tang? I still remember the joy of traveling to the east.

On the Twenty-Fourth Bridge there were crowds of people, and at the foot of the Three Thousand Halls there were long chants.

The flying firefly disappears and flies to Suiyuan, but Du Yu is still called Shugang.

The prosperous Jiangdu has the same dream, and the poplar flowers are like snow at night.

Weiyang Zhuzhi Ci

Huang Shen

(1)

The sound of the flute blows through the moon, and the love of singing songs is more red than red.

There is no one in the water pavilion, the ice is cold, and the mandarin ducks go deep into the lotus root wind.

(2)

I only love living in Yangzhou, where the poplar trees are hanging on the bank and the spring air is scented.

Pick flowers from the garden and dress up leisurely, with a red dress reflected in the green water by the pool.

(3)

The music and songs in the courtyard usher in the late spring, and the leaves are as red as brocade and grass.

Painting boats flying past the fragrance of clothes, much of the scenery belongs to wine lovers.

(4)

The painted eaves bring out the warmth of spring, calling out the doves, and the pear blossoms are gathered in the rain at dawn.

Leaning on the mirror and facing the water, I plan to learn from Suzhou.

Yangzhou (the second of the four)

Zheng Xie

(1)

The painted boat rides the spring dawn smoke, and the city is full of silk pipes Yu Qian.

The adopted daughter of a thousand families teaches music first, and planting flowers ten miles away counts as farming.

The embankment of Sui Dynasty is not wet after the rain, but the wind blows the red sleeves and makes you want to reach immortality.

The poet has been injured for a long time and his head is white, and the wine is warm and fragrant, and quiet.

(2)

The grassy path beside the 24th Bridge is deserted, and a new small port, Tuoleitang, has been opened.

The painting building is faintly hazy in the distance, the iron plates are clanking and the trees are cool.

How can words be passed down to the prefect? ??His romance did not hinder the Sui Emperor.

There is no limit to judging the present and the past, and I am willing to take advantage of the east wind to be a little wild.

The second group is the scenic spot that still exists today

Yangdi Mausoleum

Luo Yin

Enter Guodeng Bridge and exit Guo Ship, The Red Mansion grows day by day and willow every year.

The king reluctantly gave up his business in exchange for a few acres of land in Leitang.

Leitang

Cheng Mengxing

The northern part of the country had been separatist for many years, and the Sui Dynasty had a complete system.

If you practice frugality, you will be prosperous, and you will only regret having children who are not as good as virtuous ones.

In the early years, Ping Chen blamed the later master, and in the late years of desolation, he stayed with him.

Jiangdu is like dreaming. The expedition to Liao is said to be accidental.

Three thousand palace children are all dressed in pink and white, and their ivory beams and brocade cables are led along the embankment.

The feast in the lost building is over, and the grass in Leipi is empty.

The Sui family has the wisdom and ingenuity of the country, but God’s will does not want it to last long.

The mad soul emerged from the confusion, and the British master came from Tang Li Yuan.

The willows blow in the spring breeze, and the fireflies dance in the autumn night.

The jade box is gone, and the old nursery is blooming.

Zhuyu Bay

Qian Yunzhi

The rain suddenly clears up at Zhuyu Bay, and the fields in the north of Guangling City are being plowed.

When the boat leaves the harbor, the white clothes are wet, and the windows of the tall buildings are wide open.

The grass is thin and the sky is far away, and the water is clear beside the boat.

The guests come and talk about old times in vain, and the cicadas suddenly chirp as poplars hang down on the shore.

Xing Tianning Temple

Aixinjueluo.

The birds are singing in the trees, and the clouds are thundering in advance.

The morning bell catches the leopard's tail, and the monk's house steps on the fragrance.

I feel more refreshed and appreciative, and my mouth opens with a smile.

Preface

Ten miles of clear stream, with clumps of bamboo hanging into the depths.

Warmth brings plum blossoms early, water and grass marks invade.

In customs, fish is the industry, and bamboo shoots are grown in the garden.

People love simplicity and never tire of a visit.

To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou

Du Mu

The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered in autumn.

On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?

Twenty-Four Bridges

Talk about Qian

The ancient road in the setting sun connects the wheels, and the bright moon is in the west of Liuzhou.

The footbridge on the bridge is in the water, and the fallen flowers are still complaining about the fragrant mud.

Meet Liu Yuan's father in Pingshan Hall

Ouyang Xiu

The prosperity of the Governor's Mansion has been declining for a long time, but it is still as good as today.

Beyond the vastness of the mountains and the vast sky, there are flowers and ponds and grass among the grass.

The legacy of music and songs in thousands of wells is still there, and a bottle of wind and moon belongs to you at leisure.

I know from afar that I will leave a real reward for you, but I wish I could not stay with you for a while.

Leave an inscription in Pingshan Hall

Mei Yaochen

Shu Gang is a vast country, and the heroic prefect is stationed in the banner.

Xiangji’s Yingpa trees are majestic, and the shadows of thousands of mountains fly across the river.

The peaks and ridges of the mountains are swooping down, and the thunder waves are small and double.

Lu Yu's well is covered with moss and the jars are covered with moss, and the frying pan is dripping with a gurgling sound.

The rain-toothed bird is not easy to come by, and I regret that there is no layman in the snow.

I have seen Xie Gongchao in Xuancheng, and I can see the high window in the distance.

Pingshan Hall

Wang Anshi

In the north of the city, Henggang is surrounded by green hills, and one hall overlooks two or three states.

Huaicen came out to Zhulan on the sun, and the clouds in Jiangxiu were green and floating on the tiles.

The farmers in the countryside are enjoying themselves, drinking wine, talking and laughing.

I don’t know where Xian first landed. Was it as spectacular as this back then?

Pingshan Hall

Su Che

From the hall, you can see the river and the mountains, and the clear light is thousands of miles away from the railing.

Haimen can only be counted as one or two, and Yunmeng is still eight or nine wide.

The small tang outside the eaves shades the fu, and there is a stream of ink left on the wall.

When a person dies, he sits down to let the wind flow away, but the remains must still be carefully observed.

Ciyunzi is named Pingshan Hall

Qinguan

The buildings are high and open among the ancient temples, and all the good views are included in the carved railings.

The mountains are floating on the sea and the green snails are far away. The sky turns to the south of the Yangtze River and the jasper is wide.

On the rain sill, there are faint flowers blooming, and the wind blows and the wine rises slightly.

If tourists think about the beauty of climbing, they must take the first look at Huaidong.

Go boating with other scholars to drink from the Fifth Spring in Pingshan Hall

Wan Shihua

*** Go boating to Green Tree Bay and ask about Pingshan from Beiguo.

The smoke and clouds seem to be carrying the original motion of the river, and fish and birds are close to the water among the rocks.

Take a closer look at the famous spring and sit on the grass, and occasionally look for the relics to identify the moss spots.

The Drunken Man walks in the ancient setting sun, and many tourists come and go every day.

Riding in early spring to Pingshan Hall Fenyun

Cao Yin

(1)

Aotou Yinxing is not too tired, the foot of the city The Huai River is full of green trenches.

Just when Yang people are looking at the new water, the red bridge is light on the first moon.

(2)

Who builds a fishing village as a close neighbor when the wicker branches are strong and dust-free in the wind?

Smilingly pointing out Lin Gao’s pommel horse, the early plum blossoms are worthless to people on the roadside.

(3)

The sky railing is so empty and bright that Wu Chufeng couldn’t paint it.

No one said a word after rinsing the cold spring, but there was a sound of bells when the bamboo chariot returned.

Pingshan Hall

Cheng Mengxing

Ou Gong has Zhaitang everywhere, and the structure of Yangzhou is based on Shugang.

If the government is pure and secular, there will be spare time, but if you don’t write books, you will be free from madness.

The sudden sight in front of you is not an old house, with prosperity and decadence no longer in sight.

The writing of poems is wonderful, and those who write it are all Su Wang.

To this day, scholars have traveled extensively, and in the Spring and Autumn Period they carry pots every day.

Four words: Passers-by occasionally come to stay, and good names will also stop wandering.

The sky and the earth are filled with majestic towers and pavilions, but the halls are not as high as they are low.

The mountains are flat and the water is far away, and there is something wonderful about it, just like Ou Laoxing's article.

The south and north of Xu are separated by villages and counties, and you can capture the light of the river with your eyesight.

Where is the Yiling Painted Boat? I lean on the railing and reminisce about the ancient mountain breeze.

Gu Lintang

Su Shi

Under the deep valley, there are tall trees and tall trees.

The beautiful new hall is completed, and it is the beginning of autumn.

I am here to survive the rain, and everything is as good as entertainment.

The young bamboo is so lovely, and it has a special car for the Frost Festival.

The old Sophora japonica is a miserable scoundrel, and the wind and flowers want to fill the canal.

The crows are shouting, but the cicada is alone in the stream.

Putting your thoughts on your heart and working hard will bring you a quiet dream.

The past and the present are the same, why bother writing about the years

Flat building

Wang Ji

The flat building is ten feet high, and the view from the top is pleasant .

On the boat with green trees and fish, the mountains are clear and beside the ancient battlements.

It’s not because there are few people around, but when the afternoon chime

In Chang’an

Looking to the northwest of Chang’an, there are countless pitiful mountains.

——"Bodhisattva Man" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty

Visitors come from Chang'an and return to Chang'an. The strong wind blows my heart, and the Xianyang tree hangs in the west.

This feeling is inexplicable. When will we meet again? I couldn't see it, and there was smoke rising from the mountains.

——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Send off Wei Ba to Xijing in Jinxiang"

Chang'an spring in the previous autumn, and autumn in Chang'an this spring.

Separate things and be prosperous, I have joy and sorrow.

——Song Dynasty Su Shunqin's "Chang'an Spring Effects on the Eastern Wilderness"

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

The autumn cries of Luo Wei and Jin Jinglan are desolate, and the frost is desolate and the color of the mat is cold.

The lonely lamp cannot be understood and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.

Beauty is like a flower in the clouds.

There is the high sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.

The journey is long and the soul is in pain, and the dream soul cannot reach the mountains.

Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.

Liu Yong's youth tour of Chang'an Ancient Road was delayed. The tall willows are littered with cicadas. Outside Sunset Island, on the plains of autumn wind, my eyes are broken and drooping for four days. Once Guiyun is gone, there is no trace, where is the early stage. The scene is unfamiliar and the drunkards are desolate, unlike last year. Youth Tour----------Liu Yong

The horses on the ancient road of Chang'an are delayed, and the tall willow trees are full of cicadas. Outside Sunset Island, on the plains of autumn wind, my eyes are broken and drooping for four days.

Once Guiyun has gone without a trace, where is the early stage? The elegance is unfamiliar, the drunkard is sluggish, and he is not like he was when he was young.

Sorry, there are not many in Chang'an. By the way, Xi'an is Chang'an

Next is Suzhou

"Gusu Poetry"

Bingxu Xinzheng, Yu Shi Gusu. The blessed land of golden powder is better now than in the past. The cold winter is silent, and the camellia trees are growing. It comes when it's dim, and when it's sunny, it blooms. The cornices of the old streets reflect the prosperity of several dynasties, while the golden walls of the new streets reflect the prosperity of a generation. The old slogan is new, the fragrance is floating in the store, Wu Nong's soft words are in my ears. I lingered in front of the view, wandered around Shiquan, climbed to the famous pavilion of Canglang, walked straight to the ancient town, tasted the moon tower, tasted Lu Manuo's recommendation, drank Sanwanchang, and enjoyed the Zhizhi Zhai, although my ears were blind but my heart was happy. In the meantime, Qigu Wuxuan placed a small white cloud pen, a Chengxintang book, and a Cangpei room ink. Whenever there was chanting and writing, he returned after ten days and turned into a small collection. After reading it, the days in Gusu are still vivid in my mind.

One (Shangping Qiyu)

I visited ancient Wu in the cold spring,

The gorgeous camellias were spread along the road.

Infinite beauty and no guest,

Everyone replaces old paper with new talismans.

Two (Xiaping Qiyang)

The fish in the Moon Tower is delicious, and the dried fruits in the Zhizhi Zhai are fragrant.

There is no mystery in the view of mystery.

Transportation is nothing more than a change in the intestines.

Three (Xiaping Bageng)

The broad road goes east and east,

There is a new city outside Gusu City.

The lotus fragrance fills the sky and the earth,

The buildings are full of European and American sounds.

Four (Shangping Qiyu)

Why did you visit Suzhou at the end of the year?

Watch your aunt to accompany the newlyweds.

Yanzhao and Wuzhong are thousands of miles away,

The next day the frozen willow buds are screaming.

五(下平八庺)

The legacy of gentleness has been seen for generations,

Wen Zhenggong still laughs.

The aunt of this school is Su Guangu Wu,

The bamboos support the peaches and plums to educate and prosper.

Seven (lower levels and two Xiaos)

The incense candles are burning with red clouds and tears,

One bush is taller than the other.

The people of Xinzheng gathered in their ancestral halls,

kowtowed to the gods and their ancestors.

Six (Shangping and Yidong)

Three summers and winters of life,

The rugged road of love is the same as the sea and the sky.

The geese left Hengyang without paying attention,

The Bashu people returned to Shaoxintong.

The poems and notes are full of stars like tears,

The front edge is like a bow over the months.

Gusu welcomes the new year this night,

Will the bride be happy in this life?

Eight (Seven Yus)

The buildings are like waves breaking through the city,

The suburban houses and villages are second to none.

The ancestors moved to find gaps in their homes,

The remaining bricks and tiles were the way back.

Nine (Xiaping Yixian)

Wearing blue trousers, cigarettes, and pink shirts,

playing golden lotus in Xinzheng temple.

The sound of the golden bell clears the soul,

The sun and the moon are bright in Wu language.

Ten (Seven Suns)

The ancient camellia and bamboo are slightly warm,

The solitary pavilion with spring water is full of vegetation.

Canglang Xin is boarding the distant guests,

The tassels are washed, the feet are washed, and the new cups are washed.

Eleven (Eleven True Twelve Texts)

The single-layer flower looks like a dimple,

The double-folded petals are like lips.

The winter solstice is bright and beautiful,

This is the only one who is ashamed of spring.

Twelve (Four Branches)

The cold village is silent in winter,

The day is late in the small courtyard.

Count some wintersweet flowers,

The partition wall sometimes smells fragrant.

Thirteen (Seven Suns)

Osmanthus is inlaid with jade,

pine nuts, walnuts and red beans are inlaid.

The New Year is approaching, and every household in Suzhou is busy making cakes.

Fourteen (five micro)

Pieces of glutinous rice, yellow sugar and hundreds of fruits,

Steaming in a big pot.

The Shen family is having their spring wedding today,

It is like grinding giant cakes and feeding them all around.

Fifteen (six hemp)

With claws and teeth drawn, she is angry,

Now the evil girl returns to her parents’ home.

Poor Hakka thousands of miles away,

The cold light in the middle of the night reflects the tears.

Sixteen (Ten steams and eight Gengs)

The rain and bitter wind invade the guest house,

Thin quilts, cold walls and thin solitary lamps.

Hanshan Temple is far away from the empty gate,

Drunk dreams cover the new place like frost.

Seventeen (go and send away)

The wind and rain continued all night long,

A dream of spring came to nothing.

Thirty years of dust and fame go away,

A life of joy and joy passes away in the water.

Eighteen (Fourteen Cold)

The cold wind howls just outside the window,

My pillow is thin and the quilt is cold.

The raindrops at night often break my dreams.

How can I lean on the railing when thinking about my hometown in the distance?

Nineteen (Ten Steams)

The continuous rain moistens Xinzheng.

Since ancient times, rice has flourished in Gusu.

I am nostalgic for the next year at this age,

Who can I get drunk and watch the lanterns with?

Twenty (six hemp)

When it rains in Gusu at night, camellia leaves bloom,

The secret fragrance intoxicates thousands of families.

On this day, Lin Ling shocked the guest’s dream,

Life is full of horizons.

Twenty-one (Ten Grays)

The spring breeze suddenly breaks,

The new year and the new sky begin together.

It’s time to start a new career.

The fragrance of tea is gradually dissipating and few people are coming.

Twenty-two (Er Xiao)

Grandma dotes on grandpa Jiao,

My aunt scolded him for being naughty since he was a child.

The scoundrel roared like a lion and a tiger for no reason,

The family's festival was temporarily wiped out.

Twenty-three (four branches)

Zi is afraid of the straight angles of the clouds in his hometown.

The Hongqiao is overflowing and the bridge is in time.

The cornices are surrounded by clear waves.

The individual passengers on the bow are cormorants.

Twenty-four (Xiaping one first)

The corner is straight to the door and away from the corner end,

The river in Xiaozhen is located in the four directions.

Eighteen thousand miles per day,

Fu Shui, longevity, mountains and wealth.

Twenty-five (Qu Sheng Ba Ji)

The land is vast and there are few people in Xietang.

The mobile phone is in the pocket on the car.

You should know that you have no friends to welcome the new year.

Please lend me more than a hundred text messages to read.

Twenty-six (Xia Qiyang)

The loquats are fragrant in the rain, and the broad-leaf green manure is a little yellow.

I have been nostalgic for Qidaiwa for a few days,

Thousands of scenery pass by.

Twenty-seven (Shangqiyu)

It is raining in Suzhou in the new year,

The green eyes are playing with the blue lake.

Looking north to China, thousands of miles away,

Jingu is covered with heavy snow.

Twenty-eight (One East)

The new rain is sharp,

The wind is cold and cold in the middle of the night.

The golden powder ground of Judao and Suzhou is as fragrant as the wine of Yanzhao.

Twenty-nine (Xiaping Qiyang)

I realized that Bingzhou is my hometown.

Looking out at Yuyang from Gusu City.

River fresh food is no better than seafood.

Wu Yu is not as good as Zhao Yugang.

Thirty (Shangping Qiyu)

Now I am enlightened in my hometown and Bingzhou,

I visit Jingu in Gusu City.

River fresh food is no better than seafood.

Wu Shu is not as good as Yan Zhao Shu.

Thirty-one (Xiaping Qiyang)

The roadside in Gusu is full of camphor trees,

The elegance is boundless and dominates all directions.

Passengers don’t know that one step is green, and

the streets are wide with money at six paces.

Thirty-two (Shang Qiyu)

Farewell to ancient Wu in the long rain,

Return to Kyoto in the vast snow dance.

Looking back at the events of the past few days in a foreign country,

I am half happy, half sad and speechless.

Thirty-three (into the fifteenth combination)

Shen Nu is a money-loving fan of the rice bar,

He goes straight to the self-service salad.

A small pagoda rises in the clouds,

It is full of cucumbers and cheap fruits.

Thirty-four (Xiaping Yixian)

Seven glorious years,

My fair lady recalls those years.

So many youthful things happened in those days,

all accompanied by the cool autumn before our eyes.

Thirty-five (remove to the fourth house)

Shen's daughter is currently studying architecture,

The salad caulking results in brick accumulation.

Striving for more at the restaurant buffet,

Ling Yunhao’s hand comes out from the tower.

Thirty-six

After all, the sea bass on the plate is delicious, and

the cherries are dancing in their mouths.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are even more beloved companions.

Half the chopsticks have been lifted after two or three.

Thirty-seven (next first)

The scenery of Shen Garden is boundless,

The quiet camphor reflects the water lilies.

Good rain knows the time and Wen Daiwa,

It transports good fortune to open up a new world.

Next is Hangzhou

Reminiscing about Bai Juyi in the south of the Yangtze River

The south of the Yangtze River 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 you not remember Jiangnan?

When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?

I recall Jiangnan, and then I recall Wu Palace. A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus. See you again sooner or later.

The moonlight night of May 15th is Bai Juyi

The old acquaintance is happy, and the morning tour is followed by the night tour. The spring breeze comes to the sea, and the bright moon is at the head of the river. Every house is lit with lights, and music and music are played everywhere. It’s okay to miss Dili, but don’t hate Hangzhou.

Bai Juyi's spring trip to Qiantang Lake

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

Poems of Yangliu Branch and Bai Juyi

Liu Mo Shui Tune is sung by every family, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere.

Don’t listen to the ancient songs and old songs, listen to the newly translated willow branches.

There are four or five trees in front of Tao Ling's gate, and hundreds of them in Yafu camp.

How can it be like the golden branches reflecting the Luoyang Bridge in the second month of the Eastern Capital?

Yiyi curls up again and becomes green again, and the sentence brings out the infinite emotion in the spring breeze.

White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.

Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets.

It is a pity that the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

You can praise the willows in Suzhou, and even the children in Shengguan in Qiantang.

If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar.

The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has no feelings before the willow wind.

The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute.

The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze.

The small tree cannot help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them.

People say that willow leaves are like frowning eyebrows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk.

The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.

Spring Inscription on the Lake by Bai Juyi

The arrival of spring on the lake is like drawing a picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding it spread out horizontally. The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart. The threads of the green carpet draw early rice, and the green nepotism shows new growth. If I can't leave Hangzhou, half of my life will be left in this lake.

Answering guests' questions about Hangzhou Bai Juyi

He hesitated to stop drinking wine for me and tell you a little about Hangzhou. The name of the mountain is Tianzhudui Qingdai, and the name of the lake is Qiantang. The large eaves are often decorated with goose teeth, and small boats are also decorated with dragon heads. There are only 300 waterways to complain about, so why do officials have to travel again?

After returning from West Lake in the evening, I looked back at Gushan Temple and presented Bai Juyi to all the guests.

Liuhu Songdao Lotus Temple, in the evening, I returned to the temple and left the temple. The rain is heavy in the low mountains, and the palm leaves and water are cool. The waves of smoke shake the blue sky, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun. When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea.

Farewell to Bai Juyi at West Lake

The journey was miserable and windy, and the ancestral tent was separated from the sound of the orchestra. Cui Dai is not required to stay five horses, Huang En is only allowed to stay for three years. Singing mats are spread under the shade of green vines, and prostitute boats are moored among red lotus flowers. I look back and fall in love everywhere, but the hardest part is the lakeside.

Bai Juyi returned to Hangzhou

After bidding farewell to the landscape of Qiantang, he did not drink much and lazily recited poems. I want to report this intention to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi.

Poppy Han Hui

Ten miles of Gushan Road in the West Lake. I still remember the lotus place. Green stems and red pistils are the most related to love. It's not the wind that blows, it will clear up later. Now I am getting old and my painting is over. Drunk and greasy, they lean on each other. The song slowly picks up the fragrance and returns. Like a dream, the new moon shines on the ripples.

Hangzhou sent Pei Daze to Luzhou Governor Shi Libai

The west river is far away from Tianzhu, and the east is far away from Haimen. Go and cut off your kindness to your relatives and repay your country's worries. The good wind blows the setting sun, and the flowing water makes a long chant. Those who wear fur in the fifth month should know not to withdraw gold.

The Baishe people sent new poems from Hangzhou, including the poem "The willow color spring hides Su Xiaojia" and Liu Yuxi

There are strange sounds in the mountains and rivers of Qiantang, and he was temporarily banished to an immortal official to lead a hundred cities. Female prostitutes are also famous in Xiaoxiao. Who can call you Qingqing? Ao was shocked, the sea wind and thunder rose, and the mirages roared and the sky towers were completed. There is no doubt that the scholar is in Sanchu, and the literary star is now showing up to the bullfight.

Inscribed on Lin'an's residence in the Song Dynasty, Lin Sheng

Outside the mountains, there is the Qingshan Tower and the outer tower. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed? The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.

Lin Zhen in Cold Spring Pavilion

A stream of clear water can refresh the poetic spirit, and only oneself knows whether it is warm or cold in the years. There are songs and dances flowing out of the West Lake, and looking back is not like when I was in the mountains.

Lao Tan Lu You

Eighty years old and less than seventy years old, there is a man on the top of the mountain and at the end of the river. The long roar is like a wild crane, and the business is like a withered plant. In the early days of Lin'an Palace's operation, Yin'an was intoxicated by the West Lake every day. There is no need to count the old drunkards, there are no children back then and today!

Looking at the sea tide and Liuyong

The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, and the households are full of luxury. The stacked lakes are clear and beautiful, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horses are riding high, and they are drunk, listening to flutes and drums, and admiring the haze. There will be good times in the future, go back to Fengchi to boast.

Climbing Zhangting Pavilion with Yan Qiantang to watch the tide and doing Meng Haoran

Hearing thunder and tremors for hundreds of miles, I stopped playing the strings for a while. The company rode out from the mansion and waited on the river to watch the tide. The autumn clouds are shining brightly, and the floating sky is wide. The stormy waves come like snow, and it's cold when you sit down.

Ouyang Xiu picking mulberry seeds

The West Lake is beautiful in a short boat, with meandering green water and long embankments of fragrant grass. Faint music and music are everywhere. There is no wind on the water, the glass is smooth, and I don't feel the boat moving. The slight ripples startled sand birds to fly across the shore.

Collecting Mulberries by Ouyang Xiu 10 poems

The West Lake is beautiful with a short boat trip, green water, long embankments of fragrant grass, and faint music and songs everywhere.

The glassy surface of the windless water surface is smooth. Unconsciously, the boat moves and ripples slightly, causing sandbirds to fly across the shore.

It’s good to have a deep spring rain over the West Lake. Hundreds of flowers are blooming, butterflies are noisy and bees are noisy. Sunny days make the flowers feel warm.

Lan Rui's painting boat leisurely went away, he was suspected to be a deity. When the waves returned, the water was vast and the wind was soaring.

The West Lake is good for painting boats carrying wine, with urgent pipes and complicated strings, jade cups urging the transmission, and steady and smooth waves for people to sleep drunkenly.

The floating clouds are under the rowing boat, and the clear water in the sky is lingering up and down. It is suspected that there is a special sky in the lake.

The West Lake is beautiful after all the flowers are blooming. The wolves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willows are dry in the sun.

After the music and songs have dispersed and the tourists have gone, they finally feel the spring sky, the curtains are lowered, and the two swallows return in the drizzle.

Who understands the beauty of the West Lake? There is no time for beautiful scenery, flying canopies chase each other, and drunk jade is greedy among the flowers.

Who would have thought that the fragrant grass would be glowing slantingly in the corridor, the water was far away, the smoke was faint, and a little Cangzhou egret would be flying.

On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is already beautiful. It is full of prosperity. We are fighting for who can get there, and the green willows and red wheels are driving the car.

Tourists are leaving at dusk, they are drunk and noisy, the road turns sloping towards the embankment, and there are always flowers all the way to the top of the city.

The West Lake is beautiful when the lotus blossoms. When wine comes, no flags are used, but red buildings and green canopies follow.

The painting boat is pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are gentle, and I return drunk with music and songs.

The sky and water in the West Lake are good, the clouds and objects are all fresh, and the gulls and herons are sleeping peacefully, so you should be used to listening to orchestral music.

The wind is clear, the moon is white, and it is a good night. There is a Qiongtian. Whoever admires the Luan is like an immortal in the boat.

The setting sun shines beautifully on the West Lake, Huawu is beautiful, the waves are flat for ten hectares, and there is no boat crossing the wild shore.

The floating clouds are scattered in the southwest moon, the sill is cool, the lotus root is fragrant, and the wind on the water surface wakes you up.

I have loved the West Lake all my life. I have come to support the red wheel. I am surrounded by wealth and wealth, and I admire the fleeting spring of twenty.

The return is just like the crane from Liaodong. The people in the city are all new to the eyes, but no one recognizes the old master.

Drinking on the Lake Su Shi

The clear water is beautiful only when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

Su Shi of the West Lake at night

The boundless water is boundless, and the lotus blooms at night and is fragrant with the wind and dew. Gradually, I saw lights coming out of the distant temple, and I waited until the moon was dark to see the light of the lake.

Dies love flowers? Mizhou Shangyuan Su Shi

Three or five nights in the Qiantang with lights. The bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture. The incense of sheng is blown under the tent and the musk deer is spit out. A flavor like this should be priceless. People in lonely mountain towns are old. Beating drums and playing flute, he suddenly entered the farming and mulberry community. The fire is cold, the lamp is thin and the frost is exposed. The faint snowy clouds hang down in the wild.

Reducing the word Magnolia and Su Shi

Whose wonderful writing is it? Sweeping across the plain three hundred feet. There should be no such thing in the world. This is the picture above of Qiantang Lake. Generally amazing. The sky is clear and the moon is high in autumn. Spend all your time painting. I can't draw just these.

Send off to Cao Su Shi of Zheng household

Wandered all over Qiantang Lake and up the mountains, and came back with fresh writing. The thin boy and the thin horse let me drink. Who is like Zixian in the back alley? lt; BRgt; Public property has land and often lacks food, but Cantonese hospitality has no blanket. If I don’t take advantage of the flower season when I return east, who will be with the beauty when the spring breeze blooms?

A letter from an old friend from Hangzhou to Su Shi of Qi'an

Last night the wind and moon were clear, and I dreamed of being on the West Lake. If you come to court and hear good words, you can get Wu's salary from your household. Light round white sun-dried lychees, crispy red snail sauce. He even gave me some tea from Xi'an to persuade me to wash away the miasma in the river. The old friend said that I must go west. Two servants a year, thousands of miles away, no problem.

Bu Suanzi? Reminiscing about the old Su Shi

When guests from Shu came to Jiangnan, they recalled Wushan for a long time. The romance between Wu and Shu has been the same since ancient times, so you should go back early. I also borrowed grass from the West Lake from last year. Mo Xizun came forward and took a closer look. He must have an old face.

Anshi, the King of Victory in Hangzhou

Tips for sightseeing: this place is beautiful, and many people are enemies of Beijing. There is snow and thousands of rivers in the forest, and there are flowers in the spring breeze in the city walls. The colorful boat plays the shengxiao and the sunset plays, while the painted building lights and candles reflect the remaining clouds. Ru Junyuan copied it directly and sent it to the dusty northern guest to praise it.

Queen Huansha Changling

Whose family is on the Qiantang River? The daughters on the river are all better than flowers. The king of Wu could not come out at this time, so he came to Huansha today.

Qiantang Qu Wen Tingyun

The spring is like weaving on the bank of Qiantang, and the cold wave of Miaomiao is sunny. The tourists from Huainan are neighing and the green grass is so charming that they cannot return home. The wind drifts away like blowing smoke, and the slender fingers hurt the wild goose string with diligence. A magnificent banquet with red candles, a golden whale purging wine like a flying fountain.

Good things come soon to Xin Qiji

The West Lake is full of spring, and the willows on the lake are in season. Near the window with water and mist, there are figures in the Chu Palace. Take good care of the flowers and branches all year long, and the spring breeze will blow them. I have made an appointment to ride two phoenixes drunkenly and play with the wind and moon in three mountains.

Niannu Jiaoxin Qiji

There is no need to rush and write plum blossoms, there are many poets and poets. He is always regarded as a scholar in the West Lake forest and refuses to leave Fengyue alone. The sparse shadows are slanting horizontally, the faint fragrance is floating, and the news of spring is coming. There are still some flowers left, which reflect the figures of modern and ancient times. Looking in front of Xiangyue Hall, Suihan faces each other, and Chu and Chu are clean. It is of the same type as the poets and is not related to Nanchang immortals. I'm afraid that back then, Xiangshan Laozi, whose surname was Bai came to Jiangguo. Banished Immortal, whose courtesy name is Taibai, is also known as Bai.

Walking off to Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at dawn from Jingci Temple

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Zhaojun's resentment chants the rain on the lotus and the Yang Wanli

In the afternoon dream, the boat is under the flowers, and the smoke and water of the West Lake are filled with fragrance. The sound of heavy rain hitting the awning is the beginning of a dream. lt; BRgt; But the lotus in the pond dances in the rain, and the pearls are reunited after being scattered. They gather together to form a nest of mercury, spreading clear waves.

Ruihexian Yang Wujiu

Listen to the plum blossoms and then do it. I wake up from the residual wine, sleepless and cold. Desolate who and ***. If you win, don't regret leaving in a thousand ways. The trees move against the wall. It's dawn, the clouds are cloudy and the rain is heavy. Looking back on the sad and good times, looking back on old travels, suddenly seems like a dream. Indulge. The West Lake used to be a place where painted boats competed for speed and embroidered saddles were controlled by two people. Return at night. If you want a silver candle, take off the golden phoenix. Nowadays, whoever carries flowers and branches together, whoever drinks wine and holds them with a smile. But when we meet flowers and wine, we only sing and send songs to each other when we are empty.

Finally, I’ll give you a visit to Anyang

Visit the Yin Ruins in Anyang

Guo Moruo

I occasionally come to Huanshui to recall Emperor Xin, the unification of China. people.

Baike Dongyi died, who will discuss the Qianqiu case?

Viewing the circular burial pit

Guo Moruo

Anyang in Huanshui is well-deserved. It was the imperial capital three thousand years ago.

I searched for Wang Yukou in the rain, and was surprised to see many slaves buried there.

The martyrs were all young men, the youngest was only thirteen years old.

There are twenty skeletons and five bones in the whole body, and they are like sheep and pigs.

Three piles of treasures are hard to count, and ten treasures are friends.

Copper halogen, copper tripod, copper soldiers, there are silk threads and the millet has withered.

This was still before the Yin and Xin Dynasties. Watching this is better than reading ancient books.

Don’t say that Yin Xin was too violent, but he was a pioneer in the liberation of slaves.

As Dongyi gradually settled in Huaidai, the disaster caused by Yin Xinke began to be eliminated.

Having no progeny is not a war crime, but defecting in the future is a prisoner of war.

King Wu defeated the rich and was lucky, and all evil dynasties gathered together.

The culture of the Central Plains was founded in the Yin Dynasty, and the people of the Yin Dynasty lived in magpies' nests and surrounded by poisonous people.

However, due to the fact that Dongyi had been defeated, the Yin people went south to gather in Jianghu.

As a result, the south gradually became civilized, and there were no Song, Jing and Shu in the country.

For hundreds of years in the Western Zhou Dynasty, the north and south took different paths.

However, the origin of culture is from the same source, and the same topic and track are the same book.

Throughout the Spring and Autumn Period to the Warring States Period, Qin and Chu were equally competitive in their struggle for hegemony.

The people of Chu corrupted Qin Fenli, and then unified the territory.

The First Emperor of Qin accepted his merits, and his achievements were magnificent and unparalleled in ancient times.

Whoever traces the origin of it can actually trace its beginning to the Yin and Xin Dynasties.

Yin Xin’s merits were greater than those of Zhou Wu, but Yin Xin’s crimes were unwarranted.

Yin Xin’s name should be restored, and Yin Xin’s injustice should be lifted.

We should focus on the present and belittle the past, and don't turn white into dirty words.

If you are not just argumentative, you have something to say. The past is used for the present and is not in vain.

Now the people have made the decision, and the balance is fair and impartial.

Whoever has contributed to the nation should not hesitate to overturn the old case.

Note: In August 1959, Guo Moruo finally came to the Yinxu in Anyang, the long-awaited land where oracle bone inscriptions were unearthed. He visited Xiaotun, Wangyukou and other villages in the rain. He told the people accompanying him; The World Oriental Museum will be built here in the future! While in Anyang, he impromptuly wrote two sets of poems about the Yin Ruins (according to the first issue of "Acta Archeology" in 1960)

While in Anyang, Mr. Guo Moruo also inspected Yuan Shikai's museum, which had been converted into a museum. He left a poem on his tomb:

Climbing the tomb of Yuan Shikai

Guo Moruo

The wheat harvest has passed by our side, and cotton seedlings are waiting to bloom everywhere.

The traitor who stole the country is now wiped out, and he went to Santai in search of scenery.

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