Broken bridge poem

The poem about the broken bridge is 1 Poems describing broken bridges

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. There is also the poem "Going home at night on the lake": if you are not full, you will taste long when you are half drunk.

The basket returned to the lake, and the spring breeze and the cold wind were cold. Traveling in lonely Shanxi, the night is gray.

Yin Qing was mixed with dreams, which made this sentence forgotten. I still remember Yiyi Lihua Village, smelling a faint fragrance.

There is also a poem "Huaixi Lake to send a tide sister uncle": West Lake is a beautiful scenery on earth, and there are no fools among tourists. Look at the income in depth, who can know it all.

Well, I am crazy and straight, and I have already donated it to the world. Dedicated to landscape music and paid to Ning.

Three hundred and sixty halls, looking for poor years. What you get is beautiful, but what you know is hard to spread.

So far, the dream is clear and refreshing. You hold the messenger festival in your hand, and your style shines.

Clean and beautiful, Anken is a gentleman. Hu didn't ride off the screen, but borrowed the monk couch to sleep for the time being.

Read my poem between the walls, cool and wash. There is no way to guide the staff, but it is done with heart.

When you meet an old fisherman, the reed is complacent. Ask if there is, buy fish and talk about money.

Likui jy's poem "West Lake": The brocade account opens the peach bank, and the blue diameter is Liu Jin. Birds sing like wine, flowers laugh and keep people.

At dusk in Zhongshan, the balcony is ten miles in spring. Looking back at Xiangwu, Luo Qi Sixth Bridge is new.

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.

Zhou Shi's "West Lake": The sky is clear at the beginning of Pinghu, and the weeds are ruthless and don't remember the year. At that time, there was a place for singing and dancing, a beautiful boat in the misty rain of Xiling.

Xia Wei's "West Lake Zhi Zhu Ci": Laughing waves are everywhere, and the lake is the most vivid today. Boat people don't decide what to swim, but look at where Yuanyang sleeps.

Pinghu is only covered by sunshine. I don't believe Shaoguang is only here. Smiling, I picked up the flowers on half my arm, for fear that Lang would be afraid all night.

Don't let Yingying stay for half an hour when you go to the lake bay for the second time. Look who is the golden horse, sunbathing camels in spring to the lonely mountain.

There is no sunny sand in the spring wave, and the night boat is at home. Strangely, the spring breeze kept returning, and the head was originally inserted in the plum blossom.

Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou. Twenty-four bridge months, in exchange for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake.

Zhao Ziang's poem "West Lake": chun yin catkins can't fly, and their feet are greener and fatter. Afraid of scaring the egrets before, I rode around the lake alone.

Yuan Hongdao's "West Lake General Review" poem: Longjing Rao Ganquan, flying rich in stone and bone. The wind blows ten miles in Su Qiao, and the sun, the moon and the moon win.

Qianci has no good place, only a good stone yard. The old pavilion in the lonely mountain is full of shade and forest.

A peach blossom a year, a gray hair a year old. Look at the clouds in the south and the moon in the north.

Chu people have no feathers and can swim across. Fan's poem "West Lake": How many tourists are by the lake, and half of them are between the misty rain and the broken bridge.

Try your best to watch songs and dances in the spring breeze, while mortals watch the green hills. Zhang Dai's poem "West Lake": Looking back at the beginning of the West Lake, why did you get this name?

I was surprised to meet the west and was deeply impressed by the ancients. Brilliant mountains and rivers, verve misty rain.

I can't help crying, but I have deep feelings. When you look at the smoke, you can't find it.

My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake. Splash ink on Mi Dian's paintings, and feel the same with Bo Chyi Chin.

The autumn waters in the south of China are amazing throughout the ages. Going ashore, I didn't look at the lake fishing lights for several months. From the water, the dike trees were smoky.

Tell the truth, no makeup is available. Ask who can appreciate it, with a beard.

There is also the poem "Ten Scenes of West Lake": one peak is superior, and the two peaks set each other off. 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? .

2. Poems about Broken Bridges

Broken Bridge Solitary Post, Leng Yun Yellow Leaves, Meet Chang 'an Avenue. -He Zhu's Journey to the Imperial Street.

Find an ancient temple with a broken bridge, a low fence and a big tree separated by a horizontal pond. -He Zhu's "Sujietang Buddhist Temple"

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It was a fickle woman in a previous life who cut your blue shirt in Tsing Yi.

Wrap a strand of China's hair to come to you; Waiting for April

See you after the snow.

Are you my shepherd boy or a scholar

I walked across the bridge, but I couldn't go home by boat.

The swaying ferryman will take you forever.

The flute is ringing, but the book still exists.

This land is barren.

When can there be a wooden bridge?

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the other party blowing and playing.

The red sedan chair doesn't know where to meet the bride.

Drummer sings: You and I agreed for a hundred years.

If someone dies at the age of 97; Naihe bridge

..... wait three years.

3. What are the poems about "West Lake Broken Bridge"?

1, "Recalling the past, it's not hard to give away."

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It is not difficult to send someone away, but it is difficult to send them to the spring and accompany them to the ends of the earth. Red patches have flown away, the shade is moist and green, and crows crow in the dark. Love and snow, flying dreams, chasing dust. Sighing illness, thirst and desolation, sharing fragrance and losing weight, and seeing flowers in both places.

The bridge of the West Lake is broken, so I want to go to the Ma Tie Chuiyang. Still inclined. In the misty place of sunflower and wheat, I asked the lonely swallow from the nest who had flown. An old friend writes about deep feelings and grievances, and an empty wall sweeps away autumn snakes. But when you are drunk in Wutai Mountain, the grass color of sunset is on credit.

2. Recalling the Lake

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I remember the broken bridge road in the West Lake, with bright rain and dew.

Yan Jin went to Hongse several times, and the plum blossoms in Wan Li are separated by water clouds.

I miss home day and night, and occasionally get drunk and go back to Wenxi.

3. Dongweiqiao Nighttalk

Year: Tang Author: Li Pin

Qin has five continents and thousands of winding heads. People are shining and water is flowing in their hometown.

Early spring is sad, and it is easy to worry when you are poor. Who knows, Si is on the bridge, and Wan Li is on the river floor.

4. "Send Yang Changshi to Zhou Guo"

Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei

There is no room for praise. Where's your son? A bird travels a thousand miles, and the voice of an ape is twelve o'clock.

Guanqiao drinker, Sam Girls' Shrine. After seeing the bright moon, listen to the rules.

5. "Andeshan Pool Banquet Collection"

Year: Tang Author: Shangguan Yi

On the way there, Luo He was in the backyard. Lenovo and reward, beautiful seats are beautiful.

Dense trees accumulate wind and smoke, and the lotus pond is new. Rainy night in Hongqiao, phoenix falling, spring in Taiwan Province.

Cuichai dances low, and satellites scatter songs and dust. Fangxi's crowd is full, and the birds have arrived in the city in the evening.

4. Winter West Lake Broken Bridge Poetry

Practice writing and hold the heart to prevent typhoid fever

It's difficult to take a picture of the lake.

Winter snow is fluttering, and the season is coming.

Zhejiang and Hangzhou will play when the weather is fine. . . . . . West Lake Winter Tibetan Poetry

-The following author is Zhang Dai.

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. (Three pools print the moon)

High willows and yin gongs, sparse missing the waning moon. I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow. (Broken bridge and residual snow)

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Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water. Weakness is worse than weakness, and I just slept. (Xiao Chun, Su Causeway)

There is a slight wrinkle on my cheek, which makes me smile. What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine. (Qu Yuan Feng He)

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Look at the bright moon in autumn, air conditioning into Lin Hao. Listening to the lonely swallow, the voice is light and the politics is high. (Autumn Moon in Pinghu)

One peak is in the upper position, and the two have a good talk. There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go. (Twin peaks in the clouds)

5. Ancient poems about broken bridges

Yongmei, the operator of divination, broke the bridge at Luyou Post Station and fought alone.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. When will the "Spring Tour on the Lake" return to Chui Fu? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.

After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees. How did Liu Chenweng know about him? Where will he return in the spring? Meet and propose a toast.

Teenagers are world-weary, and the West Lake has a long knot. Don't look back, the drizzle breaks the bridge, and the gaunt people return.

The east wind is as old as ever. Ask Lang before Peach Blossom, do you still remember, and can flowers recognize Lang again? Stay here and leave your leek in a hurry.

The night before yesterday, when it was still very late. Deep cup to * * * singing slippery, wet spring shirt half sleeve.

Empty eyebrows are wrinkled, and looking at white hair before, it seems that everyone has it. Disengage the handle.

Laughing at paper, laughing wildly. When will this meeting be held again? "High Balcony, West Lake Chun Qing" When Zhang Qian met Ye Chaoying, he made waves and made waves, and the bridge was broken and he returned to the ship on an oblique day. How many times can I travel? Seeing flowers is next year.

The east wind is born with the rose, but the poor rose is born with the spring. It is even more sad, full of green eyes and a little smoke.

What did swallows know in those days? But the moss is deep and tortuous, and the grass is black and oblique. Seeing new troubles, I am now on the side of seagulls.

I have no intention to continue my singing dream and sleep quietly behind closed doors. Don't open the curtains for fear of watching flying flowers and listening to cuckoos.

Qu You Chun is careful not to visit the lake, and Shi Zhongshan's ci is very good, second only to its rhyme. Gai usually swims on the boat, but he enters Lihu Lake in the afternoon and breaks the bridge to go home at dusk, which is unknown to people who are not used to swimming.

Therefore, Zhongshan was so anxious that he clapped his hands and said that "spring scenery is half a lake at leisure", which means that people can't say anything clearly. Outside the east wind of the forbidden garden, the warm sun shines high and the spring thoughts weave.

During Yan Renying's tenure, he was born with the spirit of Fang, and the jade was deep red. The desert smells like dust, boiling for ten miles, and the flute is chaotic.

Looking at the original painting boat into the western branch, spring scenery is half a lake. Liu Mo, the new smoke is green, the palace eyebrows are reflected at the bottom of the screen, and the levee is in the upper reaches.

I'm afraid of the cold in the cage, and I'm afraid of the pear cloud cold and the apricot fragrance. Song tube to enjoy cold food, nai butterfly hatred night silence.

The lake is full of waning moon and flowers. How can it be born?

6. What are the poems describing the broken bridge?

1, the "Yongmei" beside the broken bridge outside the post.

2. Broken Bridge Crossing Meizhiya Song Yi Zhu's "Little Crimson Lips, Running Water"

3. Broken Bridge Flowing Water Song Wangzhi's "Qingpingle Broken Bridge Flowing Water"

4, the broken bridge lacks the moon, Song Li Mi Fei's "Qingping Music, the broken bridge lacks the moon"

5, Liuwai Broken Bridge Flowing Water Wang Songzhi's Road "Nan Gezi Old Lazy Poetry Retreat"

6, try to break the bridge, flowing moonlight, Song Wangzhi's "Man Jiang Hong, Abbot Wei Mo"

7. Sparse willows and break bridges. Song Zhao Evergreen's Linjiang Fairy, Do Your Best.

8. Look at the current when the bridge is broken. Song Zhao Changqing's Huanxisha

9. The broken bridge is silent. Song Zhao Changqing's "Huanxisha"

Broken Bridge Road 10, Xiao Song, anonymous, "Walking on the sand, thin shadows"

7. Broken Bridge Poetry

In the Southern Song Dynasty, Lu You's "Yongmei" was lonely with a broken bridge outside the post.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.

Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains. Zhang Qian's "High Balcony, Chun Qing on the West Lake" in the Southern Song Dynasty accepted Ye Chaoying, smoothed the waves, and returned to the ship after the bridge was broken.

How many times can I travel? Seeing flowers is next year. The east wind is born with the rose, but the poor rose is born with the spring.

More mournful, cold, faint waste smoke. Where does the swallow know? But the moss is deep and tortuous, and the grass is black and oblique.

Seeing new troubles, I am now on the side of seagulls. I have no intention to continue my singing dream and sleep quietly behind closed doors.

Don't open the curtains for fear of watching flying flowers and listening to cuckoos. Zhang Yan's Xiao under the Moon in the Southern Song Dynasty, Wan Li's lonely cloud, drifting away, so where is the old friend going? In the cold window dream, I still remember the old road.

There are not many willows in Lianchang. The first is the ugly night rain. I was dumbfounded and heartbroken. I looked at the candle shadow and kept silent.

What is Zhang's fate? Half-broken, broken bridge gull heron. Tired of traveling to the ends of the earth, I have a heart at this time.

I only worry about crying in Xizhou and ask if Du Qu is here. Afraid of cold on green sleeves, I still lean on plum trees. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhu Yi's "Dianjiang Lip" ran like water, breaking the bridge and crossing the road.

Snowflakes fly down, muddy like Jiangnan paintings. White jade green, buying spring is priceless.

When I came back, the wind was blowing in Ye Ping, and a little incense followed the horse. Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Falling Plum Wind" In the sunset, wine is idle.

Two or three flights didn't land. It's getting late in the cottage, and the fish seller at the end of the broken bridge is scattered.

Jacky Guangzu's "Dream of the Moon Song" is full of dust and heavy whipping. Bows and arrows rustled and all the way into the haze.

Move my arm, west wind and millet, autumn water. A thousand points, the old tree is west of Western jackdaw.

Three lines and two lines, writing about the sky, geese landed on the flat sand and lifted to the west, and fishing nets near the inlet were fishing. The east wall of the broken bridge is next to the bamboo fence and thatched cottage in the western hills.

Look at the mountains, the valleys, the red leaves and the yellow flowers. It is a bleak time, and it is a time to stay away from people.

Liu Ming Shi Ru's "Swimming in the Rain and Breaking the Bridge" The Danting in the Wild Bridge always smokes. Spring is not enough and there is no flower shadow.

After Beipu asked who Cao was, West Cold should have a bitter side. Looking at peaches and talking about parrots at night, folding willows and remembering cuckoo pavilions.

If the career of the goddess is a dream, why not shine through the storm?

8. The more poems and legends about broken bridges, the better.

Broken Bridge Lake was originally named Duanjia Bridge.

A long time ago, the white sand embankment of the West Lake meandered from the lonely mountain to here, and there was only a small wooden bridge with no name, which was closely connected with the shore of the lake. Visitors must pass this small wooden bridge to visit the lonely mountain. Due to the sun and rain, the wooden bridge often breaks, which brings great inconvenience to tourists.

There is a humble hut by the bridge, where a couple named Duan lived. Both of them are kind and hard-working. Men fish in the lake for a living, and women set up wine stalls at the door to sell local wine. Because the wine tastes bad, customers seldom come to the door and business is light.

One day, when the sun was setting and the couple were about to close the door, an old man with white hair and rags came, saying that he had come all the way and was penniless and asked to stay overnight. Seeing that he was old and poor, Duan Jia and his wife warmly asked him to stay. They also burned a carp just caught from the West Lake and played a bowl of locally brewed wine to entertain the elderly. You're welcome. The old man drank three bowls in a row and then fell asleep on the bed.

When the white-haired old man left the next morning, he said, "Thank you for your hospitality. I have three kinds of wine medicines here, which can help you make good wine. " Say, take out three red wine medicines and say goodbye.

Duan Jia and his wife put the old man's three kinds of wine medicines in a wine-making jar, and the wine brewed was bright red and extremely sweet. Since then, every day, customers are crowded, and Duan Jia scarlet wine is famous in Hang Cheng, and its business is booming day by day. Duan Jia and his wife tore down the hut and built a restaurant. In order to thank the white-haired old man, they saved a sum of money and prepared to thank him well.

Years passed, and three years passed. This winter, it was snowing heavily in the West Lake, and the white-haired old man braved the heavy snow to come to Duanjia Hotel. When the couple saw the benefactor coming, they were overjoyed and asked the old man to stay in his house for a long time. However, the old man will say goodbye the next day. When they left, Duan Jia and his wife took out 320 pieces of silver and gave it to the old man. The old man declined with a smile and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I am a lonely old man. What's the use of asking so much money? " You still use it in the most important place. "Say, then walked through the snow to the bridge. Duan Jia and his wife stood at the door to see each other off. They saw that the old man had just stepped onto the small wooden bridge, his foot slipped, the bridge broke and the old man fell into the lake. The couple rushed to the rescue, and suddenly saw the white-haired old man standing on the lake, walking on the ground, smiling and waving to them, drifting away.

Duan Jia and his wife realized that the white-haired old man was not a mortal. Remembering what the old man said when he left, he used the money to build a tall Qingshi arch bridge and a pavilion at the bridge head. Since then, people who visit the West Lake are no longer afraid of the road slipping and breaking the bridge. People miss Duan Jia's kindness in building a bridge, so they call this bridge Duanjia Bridge. Later, because "Duan" and "Duan" are homophonic, it was called broken bridge.

"West Lake Sleeping Picture-Broken Bridge Looking at Spring" says: "When you look at the lake, when you look at the broken bridge, your soul is dying. It is also said that, as far as we know, the lake is like a tree in the morning and the moon is in Lu. Covered with mountains and rivers, there is a huge immersion there, which is not as good as it is. "

There is a saying in Amin poet Hong Cheng's "Looking at the Broken Bridge": "If you have nothing to do, you can climb the broken bridge and see the scenery. Fine wickerwork smoke is easy, but it is difficult to keep a bird's shadow on the green screen. Dragging a skirt diagonally across Chihiro. Recently, investors are tired of forgetting the customs, and they are pregnant with old feelings as soon as possible.

There is a quip in Amin Wang Keyu's "Talking about Picking Vegetables in Xizi Lake": "The victory of the West Lake, Yang Lake is not as good as Yin Lake, Yin Lake is not as good as Moon Lake, and Moon Lake is not as good as Snow Lake. How many people in the world can really lead the landscape! "