Ancient poems of misty rain in Jiangnan

Inflammation is eternal, and the first night invades the bed. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool. The pillow is a fairyland.

2. Jiangnan remembers Song Zhao and Shi Xia in Jiangnan.

The sky is full of water, and the water is far from 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.

3. Wang Jiang Zhou Bangyan in the Southern Song Dynasty

Wandering prostitutes scattered 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.

4. Recalling Jiangnan Tang Wen Listening to Jun

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. 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!

5. Bai Juyi, Tang Hao, Jiangnan

Jiangnan is good 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?

6. Huang Fusong recalled Tang Jiangnan.

Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. 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.

7. Memories of Tang Jiangnan Liu Yuxi

Spring has passed! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.

8. Wang Jiangnan Dongpo

Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.

9. Shuangdiao Wang Jiangnan Shouqiushui Chen Weng

Qi Mei, the color waiter. 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.

10, double-tune view of Jiangnan Shouzhang Cui Weng Liu Song Chen Weng

Seven days later, Dong Hui will be 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.