Jiangjin Baisha poems

1. Chongqing Jiangjin related poems 1.

Yoshioka, please give me spring.

I want to grow tall buildings in the homesickness of tears

Grow out of binjiang road.

The desire of all the grass

What a nice sunshine, mom.

After a winter, all the cold will melt with the wind.

All deep alleys, together with Banzhu Lane.

Together with the old wall of the Republic of China

They all grow in buildings in spring.

A ballad that mothers will never disappear.

There is so much blood in grandma's laughter.

Stop the pain and stop running.

Jijiang, our waves are getting hotter and hotter.

Who panicked when menstruation came, uncles?

In the distant gunfire of the Republic of China

Tongding mountain spring

Laugh as red as a peach blossom

This is a Sichuan opera theater, full of laughter from the old days.

Or in the wind of modernization?

Jiangjin white wine, rose brand popcorn.

How many rivers are fragrant for thousands of years?

2.

There are still homesick birds in the sweet water.

Through Degan Town, head for the barren slopes and weeds in Wutan.

Several rivers. Your pain is my internal injury.

What kind of hurry should it be to go to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River?

Find and place the spring scenery of the hometown grave

Tear open the flowers, I'm going to cry again.

Actually, Yoshioka, I just want to lose weight in the spring.

Grow wicker of birds.

Submerged the riverbed in running water

Looking forward to more spring.

Unlike me, I say hometown

Speaking of the loess of relatives, it is also bitter.

Increase your weight

Looking up, I still saw the spring scenery in Wutan.

See the strong bridge on the river.

See Rong Zhen Square in Langshan New District.

There are many high-rise buildings, which are fashionable and prosperous.

Look at Baisha Li Cheng, demolition and change.

Day and night, beauty is accompanied by the hope of a new era.

3.

Well, then, Yoshioka, let's stop being sad.

Keep your head down, in your mother's warm milk.

Talk about the voiceless sound of Shimen Buddha.

Talking about the clear fog of Luolai Mountain and the coolness of the surrounding mountains.

Oh, Yoshioka, I still want to talk about it.

The grass on both sides of you has grown tall again in the spring breeze.

Inch by inch, become a mother.

Early calico clothes

Yoshioka, how can you forget your glory!

How can you forget Wu's poems and tombs?

Forget Chen Duxiu and Deng Ruoceng.

The old days spent in Jiangjin

How could you forget, dear Marshal Nie Rongzhen?

The name of Jiangjin, Poland

Live a great life.

Forging the Light of Martial Arts

I want to bow my head again. Jijiang

This time, I am worthy of Langjiacun.

Shame on your own lines!

So much water is shining in the arms of several rivers.

How young am I-

Yoshioka, I am too thin to express your poem.

No line can write to you.

For thousands of years, there has been light!

4.

I can't tell you about going home with my clothes on. Jijiang

The pain in my chest is as red as blood.

In the spring of my hometown, it surges.

Mom, these are my warm tears!

Like the Trident River in Wutan, full of twists and turns.

Run into the oil flow and join several rivers.

It puts my broad homesickness every year.

Drop by drop becomes a river of time.

Sanhe

Parting. Go home. Looking back, yearning

Everything related to the growth of native plants.

It's all in my poems, which has become a kind of spirit.

Become, in one direction

5.

Yoshioka, I have nothing else.

After so many years, there is only pain and only injury.

Only for relatives, endless blessings and memories.

Let me, in your clear reflection

With the meaning of existence

Heguang

You have accepted my mediocrity, mom!

You are already, in my ideal broken middle age.

My place, the warm river bed.

Father, stop describing Yin-Yang Bay.

The collapsed old wall

We only talk about the beauty of Wutan new countryside.

Just say there are tall buildings on both sides of the river.

Like an inch of spring grass.

So sunny, so lush

Yoshioka, embrace green!

A willow tree and a meadow green became Jiangjin.

Every year, hold your warm name.

Crying and calling you:

"Hometown, my hometown-"

"Parents, my parents-"

2. A poem related to Jiangjin in Chongqing, 1. Ji Jiang, please give me spring. I want to grow tall buildings and all the grass in binjiang road in the homesickness of tears. What a sunny day! After mother's winter, all the cold will blow all the deep alleys with the wind, and together with Banzhu Lane and the old wall far away from the Republic of China, so much blood will grow in the spring building, so that mother's singing will never disappear, and then the pain will be stopped in grandma's laughter.

Several rivers, the sound of our waves warmed the panicked menstrual people, and my uncles had a peach-blossom laughter in the distant gunfire of the Republic of China. Is it the Sichuan Theater, with the laughter of the old times or the modern wind, Jiangjin white wine and rose brand popcorn, several rivers, and mellow for thousands of years? 2. In the slightly sweet water, there are still homesick birds passing through Degan Town and heading for the barren slopes and weeds in Wutan. Your pain is my internal injury. What kind of rush can I find in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River? When I put the torn flowers in my hometown grave in spring, I will cry again.

In fact, I just want to grow a wicker of a bird on my slender waist in spring, so that the riverbed under running water can look forward to more spring. Unlike me, I talked about the loess of my relatives in my hometown and raised my head bitterly. I still saw the spring scenery of Wutan, the solid bridge on the river, Rongzhen Square, the high-rise buildings in Langshan New District, the fashion and prosperity, as well as the demolition, day and night changes, and a beautiful new era. A few rivers, let's stop being sad and lower our heads. In the mother's warm milk, talk about the clear sound of Shimen Buddha, the clear fog of Luolai Mountain and the coolness of Simian Mountain. Oh, a few rivers, I also want to talk about the grass on both sides of you growing inch by inch in the spring breeze. How can you forget your glory? How can I forget Wu's poems, Chen Duxiu and the ancient tombs and old days spent in Jiangjin? Dear Marshal Nie polished the name of Jiangjin and cast the light of martial arts with his heroic life. I want to bow my head again. This time, I am ashamed of Langjiacun and my lines! So much water is shining in the arms of several rivers and how small I am-several rivers, I am too thin to write your poem without a line, but I can write the light you have had for thousands of years! I can't tell you about going home with clothes on.

Several painful rivers in my chest, with the blood-like red in my hometown in spring, are rushing and stirring my mother. This is my warm tears! Just like the Trident River in Wutan, it meanders into Youxi River and into several rivers, making my broad homesickness drop by drop into a river of time and life. Go home.

Looking back, longing for all the growth related to the vegetation in my hometown is in my poem, which has become a spirit and a direction. For so many years, I have nothing but pain, only injury, and endless blessings and nostalgia for my loved ones, which makes me have the meaning and light of existence in your clear reflection. You have accepted my mediocrity, mom! You have put me in my ideal and dilapidated middle-aged and warm riverbed elder, and no longer describe the collapsed old wall of Yinyang Bay. We only talk about the beauty of the new countryside in Wutan, and only talk about the banks of several rivers. The tall building is so sunny, so lush as an inch of spring grass, so green in your arms! A willow and a grass in Jiangjin will be green every year, embracing your warm name and crying for you: "hometown, my hometown-""parents, my parents-".

3. Composition of the Lantern Festival in Baisha Town, jiangjin district, Chongqing 20 17 The fifteenth day of the first month is the Lantern Festival. Kongming lanterns flashing in the sky. Beautiful fireworks, happy children on the ground and adults with smiling faces all give people a festive atmosphere. ...

The street was crowded with people, and there were waves of sweet laughter. I saw dancing "stars" flashing in the dark sky. It turned out that people put the Kongming lanterns. Looking at it, I rose from the ground to the sky bit by bit, as if to throw myself into the arms of the sky quickly. "I really want to buy a Kongming lantern." I thought about it and asked my mother for advice, and my mother agreed. So I went to buy one.

When I reached the roof, I quickly turned on the Kongming Lantern. There is a saying: "Write down your wish on Kongming Lantern, and your dream will come true." I quickly picked up a pen and wrote down my wishes sweetly. I found my brother and lit a candle for me. It floated up on fire. It was big before it was released, but it became smaller in the sky.

Kongming's lantern flew away and gradually disappeared into the sky with my wish. ...

Lantern Festival is really good! Everyone in the streets is chatting. It's really lively. I really hope that the next Lantern Festival will come soon. How nice it would be!

4. Liu catkin poem Du Fu's nine quatrains.

It is said that the scenery along the Chunjiang River is Yan Fang, and the third spring is coming. How can it not be sad?

On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly.

Bai Juyi presented it to Judge Zhou on March 28th.

After three days of melancholy in a spring, I got drunk and asked Zhou Lang if he remembered anything.

Catkin was given to the warbler to persuade it to drink water. Last year, I didn't go to Du Dong today.

March 10 Li Shangyin's Cup Pavilion.

As a Zhong Jun, you get less, and Yulan loses spring.

Steal the city with catkins and cross the water to smell the rules.

Li Shangyin's visitors don't live in other museums.

Qingqing did not hesitate to lock the window and went for a ride.

Blowing catkins at the embroidered curtain, no one in high school will break it.

Rong Hong recruited people to return to China.

In March in Jiangcheng Liu, tourists were given away for five years.

So, I want to bid farewell to the tears and tears in my hometown, and I want to dry your clothes today.

Late Spring by Han Yu

Whoever receives the spring scenery will return it, and the slow green demon will not live.

Ulmus pumila can only walk leisurely along the catkins to the empty garden.

5. Other information of Baisha Township Baisha Township is located in the east of Liujiang County, 52 kilometers away from the county seat. It faces jiang kou xiang and Daojiang Township in Luzhai County across the river and is adjacent to Jiangyun Town in Xiangzhou County. Because the sand is white near the sandbar by the river, it is named Baisha. White sand is surrounded by mountains and waters, and mountains and mountains have their moving legends. It is said that a long time ago, a couple lived here to avoid persecution and gave birth to a man and a woman. Because it was remote and sparsely populated, the two brothers and sisters had an affair when they grew up. After the parents knew it, they took various measures to stop it, but it still didn't help. Parents face the sky and send out "green mountains live in the wild and easy rice", which makes it difficult for children to have children and discipline them. After lamenting that the children were unkind and dispersed, their parents were lonely, and their father became an isolated mountain, that is, a hanging mountain. Mother turned into a big stone mountain with a north-south trend, which is now called Guixingling. Brother and sister's retrogression angered God. Suddenly, the sky suddenly changed, and it was stormy, turning the original river into a rolling river, which is now Liujiang. Angry gods separated brother and sister with thunder whip, and my brother was thrown to the highest point by thunder, becoming the present Pig's Head Mountain, just like a pig's head offering sacrifices to his mother on the other side of the river. My sister was cut off from her forehead by a lightning whip, and collapsed on the riverside on the spot, becoming today's broken forehead mountain; Its breasts were chopped and then flew to the west of Zhutou Mountain, becoming two connected Xiao Jian, which people called "Shuangru Mountain".

Poems carved on the precipice of the Poshan Mountain, the feeling of Liu Zongyuan, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, that he couldn't pick apple flowers at will at the foot of the Poshan Mountain, and the "ninety-nine piles" of ancient tombs ... The confusing legends are intertwined with the existing relics, adding endless humanistic charm to Baisha. In recent years, with the construction of Baili Liujiang River and the horn blowing eastward, Baisha Township, which is only 18 km away from Guting District, has gradually unveiled its mystery. The beautiful and straight broken forehead mountain gives people infinite reverie. Seen from the mountain, Liujiang River is divided into three parts by Qingzhou (also known as Zhou Xiao) and Longhe Prefecture (also known as Dazhou). Big and small States face each other across the river, playing like a pair of huge carp, so there is a local folk poem "There are three rivers in front and nine floors behind, and whoever is buried correctly will be sealed for generations".

Long Ping is in high spirits and has been nominated for preparatory research. The hat was really rich in the end, and the incense burner was full of people. Three good fairy sedan chairs give birth to sages with dirty breasts. A broken general can defend the country, and the phoenix flies over the sky. "This is a poem written by Long Yutian, a poet of Dongxing Village in Baisha Village in the late Qing Dynasty. The first two words of each sentence in the poem describe eight mountains along the Yangtze River, such as Longping, Guabang, Santai, Shuangru and Bao 'e.

Therefore, Baisha has become a stunner in the poems of literati and poets. On a precipice by the river opposite Yaweitun, Xin 'an Village, this township, there are words that no one can read so far. The writing is similar to that of Oracle Bone Inscriptions. It is said that if someone can read all the words, a golden mountain will rise in the river. During the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, when Liu Zongyuan, a great poet, went to Liuzhou to make a history, he visited this place and left "seeing Cao Xiang County" in front of the broken forehead mountain: "Before the broken forehead mountain, the jade flowed, and the poet lived in Mulan boat. The spring breeze is infinitely fragrant, and picking apples is not free. " This poem expresses the poet's frustration that he can't meet his friends alone in a foreign land. The first sentence in the poem, "Jasper flows in front of the mountain", not only accurately shows the hue and texture of Liujiang, but also shows the mirror-like river surface to readers.