Neijiang love poems

1. Neijiang's poems, words, songs and poems describe Sichuan best, saying that Jincheng wrote high-profile articles in the Tang Dynasty.

The shadow of the Shu River is blue and the fireworks are everywhere. There won't be much brocade, and spring hangs on the treetops.

Zhu Jiang River

Author and period: (Qing) Zhang Huaiwei

Changhong's blood turned blue and scattered into an abyss of thousands of feet.

Jiao Ren wept bitterly in Chen Long and was naked at midnight.

(Tuojiang River flows through Zizhong, also known as Pearl River. Legend has it that after Changhong was killed, his blood turned into jasper pearls and fell into the river, hence the name. Jathyapple in the Pearl River was once one of the eight scenic spots in Zizhong. )

Send a friend away

Author and Times: (Tang) Li Bai

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Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.

Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass;

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

Let's wave goodbye, A?vagho?a little class!

Legend has it that Li Bai came to Neijiang to visit Fan Chongkai and wrote this poem as a gift. Fan Chongkai, whose real name is Jin Qing, is from Neijiang. Tang Kaiyuan (7 13-742) was the number one scholar, and his "Fu on the Calf Building" was praised as "the best in the world". "The mountains in the north are blue and the water in the east is white" is a true portrayal of Neijiang scenery. )

Gong Yuji Xing

(Song) Fan Zuyu

The county gate leans against the rock valley and faces Qingfeng all day long.

I borrowed it to kill and studied for three winters.

Forget the gulls, look at the crops and get close to the old farmers.

The court is full of birds and flowers, and the steel seal is covered with moss!

(Fan Zuyu, a native of Chengdu, participated in the compilation of Zi Tongzhi Jian, and Zhezong was then assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. After being demoted. Zizhou under Longshui County was in A.D. 1064- 1067).

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Author and time: (Ming) Yang Shengan

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From Phoenix to Jintou, Mingluan flew to Zhangzhou.

Uncle Wen Chuanzhuang lives in Yun Ge Pavilion and plays Jin Qing Calyx Building.

The white ring of Heguo used to be a tribute, but Qinghai has not received it all so far.

The temple gallery will eventually be used as a flat strategy to build a poor old mountain.

(Yang Shengan, a native of Xindu, Sichuan, was the first scholar of Zheng De in Ming Dynasty [AD 1506- 1522]. Uncle Zhuang refers to Zhao Kui in the poem. Zhao Kui, the word Zhuang Shu, was born in Zizhou, and was the champion in the twenty-first year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty [AD 1 15l]. Brave and powerful, Qin Gui was raped, which is praised by the world. Qiyunge is its reading place, and its works include Habitat Collection. Jin Qing refers to Fan Chongkai, see the previous note. Neijiang was under the jurisdiction of Zizhou in Ming Dynasty. )

Except the first one, it's all related to Neijiang. ...

2. Please help me write a poem or nursery rhyme about Neijiang Daqian culture, and find a poem "Love" from Taiwan Province Province, which is traditional.

Momo and Huailian lay man

It is ground with the best Hui ink.

The last lotus

A thousand hectares of waves suddenly rose from the chest.

Then rest in a rotating circle.

Dragonflies flying from the southern dynasties.

Stand comfortably on a trembling branch

At this point, the water below is turbulent.

Surging like a Dunhuang Buddhist robe dancing.

Clouds push smoke in the air.

Out of a vast and eternal blank.

Wet ink splash

His forehead suddenly sank like a cliff.

As soft as spring grass.

Began to spread to another world

Surprised to see a drop of water on the lotus leaf

Black tears

Gradually expand in sliding.

then

From a huge powder wall

Get out silently.

Postscript: Zhang Daqian died in April this year, ending his brilliant life. He is very successful in art.

As far as it is concerned, it once had the reputation of "500 years and 1000 years". I admire its artistry and grand mind.

Besides, it has nothing to do with him. This year 1 month, I was invited to participate in the International Chinese Literature Camp held in Singapore.

After the meeting, my friend in Singapore asked me to take a letter to the monk. After returning to Taiwan Province, I plan to go to Cliff Jingshe in person.

I went to visit, but because it had been raining for months and I was busy, I only sent the letter by registered mail. supervene

Two months later, the Buddha died suddenly, which was a pity, so I wrote this little poem.

As a sign of condolences.

3. Protect the environment. Poetry in Neijiang, Sichuan, has become a resident's account and a tree in the city.

Because of the nature of land and forest, green is the color of decoration.

Draw the thoughts of trees at night, in the distant wilderness.

In the noise, you experienced the personality of the city, a person full of feelings.

Loneliness, a tree in the city, standing in the street.

Bear the attack of flying dust and polluted air

Lonely people, secretly crying.

The nature of trees changes gradually, and leaves fall.

Those ghosts can't find their way back.

The last winter came, and the branches stretched out into the sky.

In order to grasp the tenderness of the season, these wandering soldiers

The singing of birds, the Sanskrit sound that soothes the soul

A night of wind and rain, hold on to the roots of life and go deep into the soil.

Go forward and pursue hard, the trace of the forest.

Trees in the city, a natural flag.

Retreat gradually

The song of the bird

A bird song pierced the city's irritability.

The shadow of birds flying by, a beautiful arc.

The face of the city is young and mysterious, and fatigue comes from the heart.

In the lonely moment, I heard a bird singing on the wall.

Woods in the distance, flowing rivers.

Call my soul, follow them and cross the heavy earth.

The birds' calls fell from the nest.

In loneliness and extinction, it is even more distant.

The black fog in the chimney Ran Ran rises, and the blue sky no longer appears.

The river of life is heavy again and again in winter.

Birds chase nesting forests everywhere.

These folk singers, some eternal songs

The dreamland of the city in the dark, your unremitting agitation

There is no inner peace.

Personally, I think Cang Yang Jia CuO's poems are very good. I like the Ten Commandments very much and recommend them to you.

First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love. Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.

Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other. Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.

Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other. Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet.

Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes. Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue.

Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together. Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together.

But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick.

There is also Nine Machines, which is also very touching. The sentence that Ying Gu read in The Legend of the Condor Heroes is the one in the Nine Machines: Yuanyang should fly together when knitting.

The poor old man is white first. Spring waves of green grass, deep in Han Xiao, are relatively bathed in red.

I also like a poem by Nalan Rong Ruo: One generation and two people spend their whole lives fighting for two lovelorns and lovesickness. Who is spring? There is a poem in Han Yuefu, with 19, which can also be used. For example, thinking of a gentleman makes people old and old. Don't give up donations and try to add meals. The guest came from afar and left me a letter. The letter first said that he often missed me, and then said that he had been separated for a long time.

The letter on the chest of the sleeve, which has been written for three years, is still indelible. I love you with all my heart, I'm afraid you don't understand.

Cai Wenshuang Yuan Yang, cut into lovesickness quilt. With Sauvignon Blanc, fate is indissoluble.

Who can leave here when painting with glue? .

There are 10 idioms, famous sayings and poems about love, but you can't help loving your house and your family. Love life with virtue, love wealth with wealth, love talents with thirst, love parents, love children, be generous to poor relatives and be polite to others.

-Bertrand Russell We love our nation, which is the source of our confidence. -The people of Zhou Enlai not only have the right to love their country, but patriotism is an obligation and honor.

I love my motherland and my people. I can't live without it and them, let alone write. -Ba Jin When I say * * * and virtue in the country, I mean loving the motherland, that is, loving equality.

This is not a moral virtue, nor a Christian virtue, but a political virtue. -Montesquieu loves the motherland, which is the purest, keenest, noblest, strongest, gentlest, most affectionate, gentlest and harshest feeling.

A person who truly loves the motherland is a real person in all aspects. -Suhomlinski I am yours, my motherland! This is all yours, my heart and soul; If I don't love you, my motherland, who else can I love? -Only by loving the motherland, grieving the severe sufferings of the motherland and hating the enemy did petofi give us the strength to participate in the struggle and win.

-Tolstoy The motherland is more important than life. This is our mother and our land. -Nie Luda When our country was enslaved, we Poles had no right to leave our motherland.

Madame Curie loves poetry. On that day, rape flowers were in full bloom all over the mountain. One day, we will hide them in our hearts. You smiled brightly and said that as long as there is love, our hearts will not leave and we must be happy for a lifetime. On the day when time stopped, snow turned the earth into a silver world. The moment I held your hand in the snow, I didn't think of all the pictures of the future that should be realized. Even though I am sad, I am not asking. I only use the grease on my fingers to jump on the piano to render our future. The day we last met, the harsh sunshine burned my heart and respiratory tract. I smell anxiety. I just want everything to be safe, wave and watch you walk towards me. I will never see you again until I can't help crying and go back to my comfort zone. My family seems drunk, and I'm not alive and kicking. Maybe it will go to bed early, maybe it will suffer, and it will cry bright red blood and love poems alone. -Both headphones can clearly hear only a slight breathing sound. If there were no messy balloons, it would be a sigh or the intermittent sound of pulling livestock. "Do you remember?" A person's loneliness needs two people to comfort the same plot as running water, such as holding hands yesterday and making a wish under a meteor that accidentally crossed the sky. Even if the sky can't hear the echo, you can feel it. Loneliness is full of sweet ignorance, that is, eternal youth and frivolity will sprout new life. We still can't escape from fate. Envelopes fly around like pieces of paper, all expressionless and indifferent. What is hidden inside is intense and turbulent, leaving only black and white alternation. Tireless writing has shown all the sadness and longing for a period of time. Because we once had love, we were too tired and numb at work, and we didn't see the falling leaves in autumn, so we still heard the familiar call "you, you!" " "Life is not unrecognizable because of tears. Looking from one grid to another, you can see one piece, another blank, you can't lose it, you can't indulge in the darkness, and life is full. The desire to love poetry-we have a common desire. Maybe it will blossom and bear fruit tomorrow, but it is also possible that it will always be a dead seed without care. It will also be covered by grass thorns at the moment of flowering and death. This is the love between two people. It can't be smooth sailing. You said, "When I get married, I will smile for you." I said, "When you get married, I will cry for you. "Cry, laugh, old love will not come to an end between your hands or feet. If you relive yesterday's good night, you don't need wine and food to decorate the rose-like scene. Who is singing a familiar old song? Such a broken voice dares to sing as horribly and beautifully as limbs. Did I hesitate again? Haha, I know it's still my own. When no one else can replace our desire to shed tears under the meteor, there will always be someone else by our side. We all want to see how unfathomable the plot of that love poem will be in the future-one to the east and the other to the west, but it has never shed. We are stubborn and weak, and we still can't escape a terrible disaster in a strange place. In the hearts of strangers and things, there is a child named Feng who tells a story about maple leaves everywhere. A love plot of maple leaves, just on the day of picking maple leaves. Destined loneliness is destined to slide in the sea of suffering. Nobody knows why. The parties know that there will be a happy result after happiness is green. Does the baby have a maple leaf plot? We will find each other's warm palms together in loneliness and darkness. As long as there is no crazy love, if we still love each other, please put down your backpack and welcome another warm heart with both hands. If love has ever read a book that says, "A person is picking maple leaves in a maple forest, and passers-by tell him,' When you finish picking maple leaves, happiness will follow.

6. Poetry about love is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous The Book of Songs.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

There is no doubt about love when you are married. -Su Wu's "Getting Married"

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's Two Liang Zhu Poems

7. Some classic poems about love: My Fair Lady, My Gentleman.

-The Book of Songs in the Spring and Autumn Period (one of the "National Styles") Nan Zhou Guanluo Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.

If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.

Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.

Interlaced shepherd's purse, beautiful and virtuous women ring the bell to please.

Classic love poems II. Heaven and earth blend together, but dare to leave you! -Han Han Yuefu is evil and good! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Classic love poems 3. Take a hug home for me as a symbol of our love.

-Tang misses those red berries that flush on your southern branches when spring comes? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. Classic love poem 4. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.

-Hu last year titled Nanzhuang, the provincial capital city. Today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Classic love poem 4. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. -Liu Tang Yuxi "Zhi Zhu Ci" ③ The level of Yangliuqing River singing on the Langjiang River.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. Classic love poem 5. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

-Tang Yuanzhen's "Li Si" once the sea was difficult for water, and it was amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Classic love poem 6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Tang Du Mu bid farewell (two songs) for more than thirteen times, and cardamom was crowned in early February.

The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.

The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Classic love poem 7. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

-Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Classic love poem 8. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Last night's star, last night's wind, is the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Classic love poem 9. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jinse, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! Classic love poems 10. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it rains at night. -Tang, Li Shangyin's "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night", you asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.

When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late. Classic love poems 1 1. Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.

-Tang Du Qiuniang Jin Bao advised you not to cherish the Jin Bao, and advised you to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

Classic love poems 12. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, the first song in ancient and modern Long song. Because the poem is too long, I didn't extract it, but the famous sentences in the poem, such as "But there is a gift, you can't hide it", "As long as she turns her head and smiles, there will be a hundred spells", "Like a rain falling on a pear flower in spring" and "We secretly tell each other in a silent midnight world", can also be used for love. Classic love poems 13. Wine turns into homesickness and tears.

-Fan Zhongyan In the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Curtain covered the sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream.

High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Classic love poems 14. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it is sooner or later. -In the Northern Song Dynasty, the fairy clouds in the Qin Guanque Bridge were smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese were dark.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.

If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time? Classic love poems 15. Affectionate since ancient times, where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -In the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Yongyu's bell was cold, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

8. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems: 1, thread in the hands of a doting mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)

2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")

3. Every winter solstice of Handan Post, there is a shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp to accompany me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Night Thoughts at Home on the Winter Solstice in Handan")

4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")

5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)

6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")

Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")

8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")

9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")

10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")

1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)

12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)

13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")

14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")

15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)

16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")

17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")

18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")

19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")