Poems describing the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou

1. Poems about the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River

Poetry about the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River 1. Ask for all poems about Hangzhou and describing Jiangnan (extra points)

Jiangnan memory

Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jueju

A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,

This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.

Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,

Blowing your face is not cold.

Look at the tides of the sea

Liu Yong

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people.

Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless.

Pearl in the city, luxury in every household.

Sanqiu cassia seed, Shili lotus flower.

Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus.

Riding a thousand times with high teeth, listening to flutes and drums and enjoying the haze.

The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

This is all I can think of at present.

2. Where are the ancient poems describing the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou?

Moonlight on the Chunjiang River (beautiful artistic conception) The Chunjiang River is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. -Tang-Zhang Xu Ruoshi Moonlight on the Spring River and Ten Scenes of the West Lake: On top of one peak, the two complement each other.

There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go. The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow.

Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon. Liu Yin's long beach is high, but the moon is scarce.

I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow. The night air in Nanping is as thin as paper.

The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night. (Nanping Night Bell) Smoke willows shade peach blossoms, and ruby sinks into autumn water.

It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep. (Xiao Chun, Su Causeway) She has a faint pimple on her face and smiles.

What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine. (Quyuan Fenghe) The deep willow is called oriole, and the sound is green.

If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching. (Liu Lang Wenying) Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake.

Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor. (Lei Feng Sunset) Looking at the bright moon in autumn, cold air enters Lin Hao.

Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high. (Autumn Moon in Pinghu) I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason.

When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound? (Flower Harbor Watching Fish) In December, I visited the lonely mountain and visited the second monk Whistler (Song). Su Shi wanted snow in the sky, went to the lake, and the balcony was clear and destroyed the mountain. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest.

I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road.

Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying in the garden.

In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks.

Being indifferent is better than being happy, and coming home feels like a dream. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.

Plum blossom (Song) Lin Bu fragrant flowers shake to the small garden, occupying all the amorous feelings: the shadows are shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk. Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there is a micro-song, and there is no need for sandalwood * * * golden plum blossom (trilogy record 1) (Song). The smoke scene in Lin Bu's small garden is bleak, and Leng Xiang's musk deer umbilical. The lake peeps and the eaves slant into low branches.

When painting a topic, look at it when you have time. When poetry is vulgar, you don't ask for a story. I am ashamed to know that an oriole is like a butterfly, but I only know that spring is in Taoxi.

(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Hangzhou Gushan) and traveled to Beishan with his roommates until the day (Song). In Fan Chengda, the mountains were the same color, the lakes were flat and foggy. The snow in Leng Yun is low, and the solar terms are quiet and sad.

Bamboo and cypress stand tall, and the Puhe River does not rest. You know your feet are thin, and you are very resistant to swimming.

Liu Zaoqing (Song Dynasty) was frightened by the night crane. Fragrant floating moss, jade points ice branches.

The ancient meaning is high, the valley is empty and the mountains are deep. The heart knows.

Drunk dancing and lace hat pressing. Love the lonely mountain, the snow has passed through Chu Qing, when will the bright moon still live?

Slight crimson lips and faint fragrance (Song Dynasty) Wang Xue traces deep, the north branch sleeps, and the south branch wakes up. The fragrance is thin and the shadow is thin, and loneliness is overwhelming.

Jade ice poses form a landscape. Chanting on the railing, the moon is bright and the stream is quiet, recalling Lin Hejing's past.

Gu Xue Shan Mei (Ming) Lingqu cold frozen wood heard at the end of the morning, Gu Shan is better than Pi Tu. The loss of jade bird's nest is hard to recognize, and the crane doesn't bark in an empty cage.

I've seen hundreds of flowers blossom in northern Gansu, and I don't want to teach you to fall into the West Lake. It's sunny until dusk, so I don't need to carry it with me.

Liu Zaoqing's Biegu Mountain (Qing Dynasty) and Plum Blossoms on The Last Month Of Summer Island. The old houses in Gong Lin are full of smoke and water.

There are no clouds in Wan Li on a moonlit day, and the wind is clear and it doesn't rain, so whose fragrance will fall? As soon as Mr. Wang saw the city, he remembered those wonderful flowers in spring when he said goodbye. In summer, the fish sank and the geese in Qiu Lai wandered, so I paid for it.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

-Su Dongpo Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

-Bai Juyi and Feng Xun, the willows are faint, the green hills are gloomy, and Jiang Shuiping is laughing; Thinking about the past and looking at the starry sky, people lean on the broken bridge and travel west, and the moon shadow is drunk and tender. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. -(Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" West Lake Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. Seeing Lin Zifang [Song] and Yang Wanli off in Jingci Temple, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at 4 June.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night" said: lush vegetation, boundless water, lotus Ye Xiang.

Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency.

Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead. Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground.

The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou.

I want to exchange the twenty-four bridge months for the ten-year autumn of the West Lake. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang The West Lake Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

Seeing Lin Zifang [Song] and Yang Wanli off in Jingci Temple, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at 4 June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night": There is no end to water in the river.

3. What are the beautiful poems about Jiangnan?

1. Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists can only grow old together if they join Jiangnan. -(Tang) Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"

2. Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan Good"

3. Excuse me, is there any partner in Jiangnan who is drunk in Yangzhou like me? -(Song) Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Moyun Dragging the Rain over the West Building"

4. Banan River is shallow and red berries are small. Xiaomei is shallow in Jiangnan red. -(Song) Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Banan River Shallow Red Plum Small"

5. Show people's feelings and offer wisdom from the south of the Yangtze River. -(Wei and Jin Dynasties) Cao Zhi's Ode to Luoshen

6. Cover with green wheat. Jiangnan clouds and leaves are hiding the car. -(Song) Su Shi's "Huanxisha"

7. Who knows that the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River has run out, the willows are withered, and it is still a yellow shadow. -(modern) Wang Guowei's "butterfly lovers, who said that the autumn in Jiangnan is over"

8. Who said it was spring in Jiangnan? No one arrived. -(modern) Wang Guowei's "Recent love, who told the story of Jiangnan spring"

9. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, don't live with spring. -(Song) Wang Guan's "Oracle Operator sends Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang"

10. Beiyuan Dragon Troupe, Jiangnan Eagle Claw, Wan Li is famous for its Jingguan. -(Song) Huang Tingjian's man Beiyuan Longtuan

4. Poems describing the beauty of Jiangnan

Treasure chai and emerald phoenix, a thousand miles of incense screen dreams. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.

Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock, screen window moon shadow with flowers. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.

The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

Sadness. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River. Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet from Xiaoloushan. Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days. Falling flowers outside the curtain can't fly. The east wind is weak.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

5. Beautiful poems about Jiangnan

Dreamed of the south bank

Tang-Bai Juyi

( 1)

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery used to be familiar.

At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

(2)

Jiang Nanyi,

What impressed me most was Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel in the mountain temple in the middle of the month,

Watch the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will you revisit?

(3)

Jiang Nanyi,

Secondly, I recalled Wu's palace.

Wujiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves,

Wu Wa is addicted to the lotus dance.

Will we meet again sooner or later?

Jiangnanchun

Du Mu

Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,

Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine.

480 temples in the Southern Dynasties,

How many towers of smoke and rain

Pick mulberry seeds

Ouyang Xiu

( 1)

The sunset glow in the West Lake is very good.

Hua Wu ping ting

Ten hectares of flat waves,

There are no boats on the desolate coast.

The moon in the southwest floated away,

The porch is cool.

Qing Xiang, Lotus,

The wind on the water awakened the wine.

(2)

The west lake is good after the incense,

It's messy and red

It's foggy.

The weeping willows withered and the sun blew.

Let all the tourists leave,

Spring begins to feel empty.

Put down the curtain and close it.

Shuang Yan is back in the drizzle.

(3)

Just love the West Lake all your life.

Come and give Julun a hug.

Rich and floating clouds,

The pitching time is twenty spring.

Returning like a Liaodong crane,

People in this city,

Everything is new,

Who knows the old master?

(4)

The sky is beautiful and the water is beautiful.

Everything is fresh.

Seagulls and herons do nothing,

The wind is clear and the moon is white, and the night is suitable.

It's a beautiful day.

Who is jealous of Luan,

Man is immortal on the ship.

(5)

It's good to have a canoe and a short trip to the West Lake.

The green water winds,

Cao Fang Long Beach,

There is faint music everywhere.

The windless water surface is smooth,

Without knowing that the ship is moving,

Fretting ripple,

Frightened sand birds skimmed the coast.

Sword and song

Yan Shu

When swallows come, news organizations,

Pear blossoms go backwards.

At three or four o'clock in the swimming pool,

There are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.

The days are long and the ice floes are light.

Laughing at the oriental female companion,

Picking mulberry trails pleases everyone.

The suspect had a good dream last night,

Yuan won by mowing grass today.

Laughter comes from two faces.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small.

When swallows fly,

Surrounded by green water, there is a sea of people.

Little catkins are blowing on the branches,

There are many fish in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall.

Outside the wall,

The beautiful woman in the wall laughs.

Laughter fades away, voice fades away,

Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

Baliuzi

Qin Guan

Leaning against the dangerous pavilion,

Hate like grass,

The shovel is still alive.

After saying goodbye to Liu Waiqing,

When the water is red,

I was stunned.

God and graceful demeanour for no reason,

Jathyapple's dream screen,

Spring breeze is a ten-mile tender.

However, the direction and pleasure gradually followed the water.

The string is broken,

The fragrance of dried cuigan is reduced.

That flying flower made it late,

Foggy, rainy and sunny.

Positive needle coagulation,

My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.

6. What are the beautiful poems about Jiangnan?

Jiangnan is good, Tang Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.

Recall Liu Yuxi's spring outing in Tang Jiangnan! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo's spring scenery is not old, and the weather is beautiful. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.

Liu Song Chen Weng, Qi Mei, Xia Zi Chua. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you.

People sing their own songs. A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk.

Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.

Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand.

This will be a feast. Sing about snow, except snow.

Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.

Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight.

The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete.

When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool.

The pillow is a fairyland. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the embankment alone.

The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.

Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler.

There is sadness everywhere. Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much.

I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.

After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said some unfinished words, which are beneficial to the continuation of the four famous songs, and Bo Gu is interlinked with today. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious.

There are bosom friends in the world. Outside, the lake is close at hand.

Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.

Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west.

I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.

The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn.

Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.

Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.

North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.

Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.

The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.

Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.

Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?

Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.

Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.

Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese sway obliquely in Dongting Lake. Travel around the world.

Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.

I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.

Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.

Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.

When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.

Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.

Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.

Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.

On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.

Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.

Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.

Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.

Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.

It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.

On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.

Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely.

The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.

Tears are empty, and the sheep cart was once brought by Cui Zhilai. Don't cut the dragon flute easily

The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Dream of Jiangnan Qingqu Dajun sad leaves, leaves do not return. Even if the trees are full of flowers, the new branches are not old branches.

And the water is late. Song Yang Wanli, who stayed in the new city, spent most of his spring time on willow branches, picking long strips and inserting them in restaurants.

Seeing the cold food of the screenwriter, the songs and dances in the village are more romantic. The smoke from the furnace in Huangsong Pavilion of Tijuehai Temple is gloomy and watery, and the firewood around the Zen bed and bamboo around the stream.

In his spare time, Qiu Chan thinks of high willows, and the sunset is under the bamboo shade. Song Queqiao Fairy, yesterday moored the boat, the dangerous pavilion roared alone, and the clouds opened thousands of miles.

The torrential rain in front of the mountain overflowed the stream and washed away the heat of the world. Twilight crow, falling into the sky, is autumn.

Being a fool can't celebrate the new cool, and the west wind rises again. Sweet cake bait, fresh melons and fruits, begging for thousands of families.

At the end of the day, there was a plane crash and there was not much contact. Stupid and delusional, watching the night in Han Yin, waiting for Yunfei.

Who knows that Niu Girl is old enough to have fun? Manjianghong-Hexing Job Building rhymes with his friends, the sky is thin and cold, and the country is full of frost leaves.

Wan Li west wind stuffed geese, a few sad pharynx. You can hear Huai Tian's voice, but who can tell you what you hate?

Lean on dry, old tears fall, flat. With a dagger, waist length.

Yesterday's ambition, today's fahua. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide.

If you want to chop, rat, live and bury nine fields, poor black rabbit will do the same. Envy canals, brush cliffs, and don't write articles.

On the first day of February, I watched the lights day and night. Occasionally, the streets of Chen Qingzhi are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights are shining brightly. It's spring in Xiaoguan, and I still doubt it's Lantern Festival tonight.

Walking in the pool of Ten Scenes is like a field with barriers. The name of Ten Scenes has not been complete for a long time. Only cauliflower and autumn crops are good, and Huang Yun gold is like that year.

Xiang Ying reeds make autumn sounds in Shaocun Night Park, and the canoe park is the night pavilion. Guest feelings become a crane dream, just like people.

7. Beautiful poems about Jiangnan

The old dream of Jiangnan is just to mourn the memory of Hangzhou, which is gradually fragmented. It's a pity that seven years of youth, seven years of high spirits and seven years of absolute beauty have now dyed the south of the Yangtze River green. Looking back, I saw that the emperor in the distant mountains dreamed of Jiangnan time, but the swallows who flew back from the southern Song Dynasty won the old sunset. Tonight, the moonlight shines on the West Lake, and the flute blows away, blowing away the sadness at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. In the distance, the boat is painted, the lights on the shore are scattered, the candlelight shines, and the moon falls into the cold window. A young woman grabbed her long hair and stroked her face in the water. The capital is vast, with blue masonry walls, and the people went to the palace wall where the Six Dynasties prevailed over the weak and left their hands behind.

8. Poems describing the beauty of Jiangnan

1, a gift to Ye Fan and Lu Kai in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and a gift to the leader. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.

2, Yang Huaqu Southern and Northern Dynasties Tang Huixiu Jiangnan Acacia cited, sighing too much. The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles. Grass grows under the deep embankment and clouds enter the high city. In spring, people are thinking, and thinking is always king.

3. Everyone in Bodhisattva Manzhuang says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists can only grow old if they join Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

4. In the early spring of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi's wind returned to the clouds to break the Chu rain, and the lake was warm and the light was seen again. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

5. Talk to an old friend in a country inn. When the autumn moon is full, Tang Dai Shulun spends a thousand nights in towns and villages. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

6, Jiangnan Qu Southern and Northern Dynasties Liu Yun Zhou Ting picked white apples, the sunset Jiangnan spring. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend. Why don't old friends return? Spring flowers are too late to recover. You don't know anything new, but you teach by example.

7. The "Qi Wang Ju" in Du Fu's Meet the River is very common, but Cui has heard it many times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

8, Jiangnan Han Han anonymous 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.

9. Spring Dream Tang Dongfang Last night, the old friend was still separated from the Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

10, berthing at Yishui, Guazhou, Wang Song Anshi Jingkou, Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

9. Try to make all the poems about Hangzhou and the description of Jiangnan as complete as possible. Hangzhou Jiangnan loves to ask questions.

"Recalling Jiangnan" Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? "Jueju" is a short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees, and a wooden stick helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. "Looking at the Sea" Liu Yongsheng is in the southeast, and it is the capital of the Three Five-Year Plan. Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless.

Pearl in the city, luxury in every household. Sanqiu cassia seed, Shili lotus flower.

Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. Riding a thousand times with high teeth, listening to flutes and drums and enjoying the haze.

The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast. This is all I can think of at present.