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Boarding at Guazhou

Era: Song Author: Wang Anshi Genre: Qijue Category: Journey

Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. .

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?

The Year of Li Gui in the South of the Yangtze River

Era: Tang Author: Du Fu Genre: Qijue

It is common in King Qi’s house, and I heard it several times in front of Cui Jiutang.

It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling.

Bath Orchid Fragrance Huaian Chongwu

Era: Song Author: Wu Wenying Genre: Ci

Silk silk tied around the wrist, skillful seal script hanging hairpin, jade concealed cyanosis Yarn to sleep. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, the colorful window is in the clouds, and the young man in the past keeps his promise. At that time, I once wrote about the pomegranate skirt and the sad red gauze fading calyx. The millet dream is getting old, and the smoke is blowing in Tingzhou. Don't sing the ancient tunes of Jiangnan. Resentment is hard to suppress and the Chu River is in despair. Swallow's milk is smoked in the wind, plum blossoms are yellow in the dark rain, and the orchid curtain is bathed in the afternoon mirror. When thinking about Qinlou, I also imitate people returning home, and I should take my own discretion in Jian Changpu. But sadly, new toads appear everywhere.

Preface to the Oriole's Cry

Era: Song Author: Wu Wenying Genre: Ci

Remnant Han is bullying illness and wine, covering the embroidered house with agarwood. The swallow comes late and flies into the west city, as if spring is late. The painting is carried on the boat, the Qingming Festival passes, and the clear smoke slowly rises over the Wu Palace trees. Thoughts and feelings wander around, turning into light flakes with the wind. In the West Lake for ten years, horses were tied to the willows, taking advantage of the delicate dust and soft mist. Tracing the red gradually, recruiting into the fairy stream, the brocade secretly sends the quiet element. Leaning on the silver screen, the spring is wide and the dream is narrow, breaking the red wetness and singing the golden thread. When the embankment is empty and the setting sun is gently touched, the gulls and herons will always return. The orchids grow old, Du Ruo is still alive, and he still travels in the water town. After the farewell visit, Liuqiao was unfaithful, and the matter went to the flower committee. The jade was buried in incense, and there were many storms. The long waves are envious, the distant mountains are shy, and the fishing lanterns are reflected in the spring river. I remember that time and the short peach root crossing. It's like a brothel, where you write poems on the wall before defeat, and the tears and ink are stained by the dust. Looking out from the dangerous pavilion, the grass is as bright as the horizon, and half of the hair is blown into the temples. Dark spot inspection, leaving traces of joyful saliva, still dyeing shark's silk,? The phoenix returns in confusion, and the broken luan dances carelessly. Waiting to be written diligently, I will always regret it in the book. The blue clouds and wild geese sinking across the vast sea, the longing for lovesickness, and the mourning zither pillars. The sadness is thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, the song of resentment is repeated, and the soul is still broken.

The study room is bright and warm all day long, and when you are tired, you will hold the stick to the small garden to play for a long time

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

A good sleep is better than a massage. The weather in October in the south of the Yangtze River is still peaceful.

If the heavy curtain is not rolled up, the fragrance will last for a long time, and the ancient inkstone will be slightly concave and gather a lot of ink.

On the moon, I suddenly saw the shadow of plum blossoms emerging, and when the wind was high, I heard the sound of wild geese passing by.

If the cup is too light, you will not laugh. I will buckle the horn on the back of the cow and sing.

Jiangnan

Era: Han Dynasty Author: Han Dynasty Anonymous Genre: Yuefu

Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.

The fish plays among the lotus leaves, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east, the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west,

The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.

Gift to Fan Ye

Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai

Fold the flowers and send them to the people of Longtou.

I have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so I want to send a spring branch.

Bodhisattva Man

Era: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Ci

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boats are painted and listened to the rain. The people by the side look like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart.

Jiangnan Song

Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Liu Yun

Tingzhou is picking white apples, and the sun sets in Jiangnan Spring.

There are returning guests in Dongting, and old friends in Xiaoxiang.

Why don’t old friends return? It will be too late for the spring to come back.

If you don’t talk about new knowledge and happiness, you only talk about how far you can go.

Yang Hua Song

Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Tang Huixiu

Wei Ruihua is in love, and the wind is gentle and thoughtful.

Hide your tears to keep your spring heart, break the orchid and leave it to yourself.

I miss you so much in the south of the Yangtze River, and I sigh so much that I can’t make a sound.

The yellow crane goes northwest, holding my thousand-mile heart in its mouth.

Grass grows under the deep embankment, and clouds grow above the high city.

Spring brings thoughts to the heart, and thoughts and thoughts are always the king.

Spring Morning in Nanhu

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi Genre: Qilu

The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright.

The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.

The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed.

I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.

Spring Dream

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen Genre: Qi Ancient

The spring breeze blew up in the bridal chamber last night, and the old friend was still separated by the Xiangjiang River.

In a spring dream on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

Visiting Kinmen

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Ke Genre: Ci

Sorrowful. The eyes are cut off from the south to the north of the Yangtze River. Smoke and trees are separated by thick fragrance. Xiaoloushan is a few feet away. The thin grass and solitary clouds are reflected in the slanting sun. It's always sunny. Flowers falling outside the curtain cannot fly. The east wind has no strength.

The old puppets of Jiangxiang gathered in the guest house

Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Dai Shulun Genre: Wulu

The moon is full in autumn, and the city is full of night.

We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.

The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold crickets.

The commander of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.

The Bodhisattva Man

Era: Tang Author: Feng Yansi Genre: Ci

Golden locks cross the dark red door,

Moonlight shadows follow the flowers on the screen window Pass.

The tears of candles are about to dry up,

The fallen plum blossoms are born in the late cold.

Baochai and green phoenix,

Thousands of miles of fragrance screen dreams.

The clouds and rain have become desolate,

Spring grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River.

Dream Jiangnan

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Huangfu Song Genre: Ci

The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen.

I have a leisurely dream of ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River,

The night boat is playing the flute and the rain is rustling.

Renyu Yibian Bridge.

The Sapphire Case

Era: Tang Author: Li Yu Genre: Ci

The Brahma Palace is protected by hundreds of feet of clouds,

It gradually becomes whiter Moss road.

Broken winter plum blossoms dew early.

The silver waves are boundless, the jade mountains are thousands of miles away,

The cold covers the trees in the south of the Yangtze River.

The shadows of crows cloud the sky and the sky is approaching dusk.

The slender traces of the moon on the sea reflect the smoke.

The bamboos hang low and the lone crane dances.

The poplar flowers are blooming in the wind, and the goose feathers are cut in the sky.

It is always the poet's mistake.

Treading Lyrics

Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Yuefu

At dusk in the south of the Yangtze River, I hear bamboo branches,

Southerners are happy, northerners are sad .

Since I sang a new song in the snow,

until the three spring flowers are gone.

Ancient Farewell

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wei Zhuang

The clear smoke and willows in the desert are half full of love and wine.

Moreover, the jade whip is pointed out, and the heart-breaking spring scenery is in the south of the Yangtze River.

Bodhisattva Barbarian

Era: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Ci

Now I recall Jiangnan music,

I was young and in spring clothes at that time Thin.

Ride a horse and lean on the leaning bridge,

The building is full of red sleeves.

The green screen is curved with gold,

Drunken into the flowers.

I see flowers and branches here,

I swear I will never return.

Jade House Spring

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

The red gauze learns to dance with the waist soft, and the dance clothes are dyed like a palace.

The geese are woven into the sky outside the clouds and are dyed into the shallow spring water in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the Lutao Palace, the pipes are singing, and the songs are colorful and the sun is red at night.

When I came back, my sleeves were stained by alcohol, and my small print on the fragrant paper was unintentionally displayed.

The Bodhisattva Man

Era: Tang Author: Wen Tingyun Genre: Ci

Baohan Dianqiao Golden Parrot Peng,

Agarwood Tower on Wu Shanbi .

Willows are like silk,

During the spring rain at Yiqiao.

The news about the painting building has been cut off,

On the south bank of the Fangcao River.

Luan mirror and flower branches,

Who knows this.

Jade Butterfly

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun Genre: Ci

The autumn wind is sad and sad,

When the traveler has not returned.

The grass outside the Great Wall fades first,

The geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.

The hibiscus withered and tender face,

The willow shed its new eyebrows.

Shaking down makes people sad,

Who knows about heartbreak.

Jiang Nanchun

Era: Song Author: Kou Zhun Genre: Ci

Bo Miaomiao, Liu Yiyi,

Fragrant grass in an isolated village Far away,

The apricot blossoms fly in the setting sun.

Spring in the south of the Yangtze River has left my heart broken,

People from Tingzhou have not returned yet.

Mishenyin

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Yong Genre: Ci

A small boat with light sail rolled up, temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.

The twilight corner of the lonely city attracts Hu Jia's resentment.

The water is vast and the geese are scattered on the flat sand.

Smoke gathers in the cold forest clusters, and the paintings are displayed on the screen.

The sky is far away, the mountains are small, and the black eyebrows are shallow.

The old rewards were thrown away lightly, and now I have become a wandering official.

I feel that my guest Cheng Lao is late.

The scenery in a foreign land must be endured with desolation and sadness.

The imperial city is on credit, the Qin Tower is blocked, and the traveling spirit is in chaos.

The fragrant grass is endless and the remaining light is full.

If there is no news about the beauty, the clouds are far away.

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Distribute the New Year and weeping willows.

The thin waist has its own style and style,

It is still more elegant and elegant.

On the bank of Yongfengfang,

There is no one around at all.

Who can see the golden silk painting?

When the broken heart is caused by flying catkins,

the green leaves become cloudy,

if there is nothing to do, one will lose weight.

It is not the east wind that chases you,

it blows away the spring wrinkles between your brows.

Water tune song head Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented to Zhang Xiquan

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi Genre: Ci

The setting sun embroiders the curtains, and the water under the pavilion reaches the sky.

I know that you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.

In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely star.

Recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are beautiful or not.

Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.

Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced.

Young Master Lantai is worthy of laughter. He has yet to understand the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.

A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.

Inscription on the wall of Taiyi Palace in the West

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi Genre: Ci

The willow leaves are singing, the green is dark,

The lotus flowers The sunset is red.

Thirty-six spring waters,

I want to see the south of the Yangtze River.

Bu Suanzi sends Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Guan Genre: Ci

Water is a wave of eyes, [1]

The mountain is a gathering of eyebrows and peaks. [2]

If you want to ask pedestrians where to go,

The place where the eyebrows are full. [3]

I just started to send you back in spring,

I sent you back again.

If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring,

Ten million people will live with the spring.

Die Lianhua

Era: Song Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

The heads of the golden scissors are fragrant,

The colorful pistils are blooming When you are young, you are not afraid of the cold weather.

The clear snow has half disappeared, and the morning makeup has finished the crispy jelly.

The twin green phoenixes on the twelfth floor,

The misty singing, I remember Jiangnan Lane.

Who can dance drunkenly in the spring breeze? Qin Yun already has a dream of a mandarin duck screen.

Die Lianhua

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

Dream into the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River,

Travel to the south of the Yangtze River, Don't meet with others.

There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.

If you want to exhaust all the details of this love letter,

There will be no proof in the end.

But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.

Die Lian Hua

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

The early plum blossoms in Chiba praise Bai Baimei,

Smiling face Ling Han, please try the makeup first.

The moon face has a delicate fragrance of icy skin, and the romantic new name is Dong Junyi.

—The spring is full of joy,

No one can compare with Jiangbei and Jiangnan.

The sound of horizontal jade blows all over the ground, and the good branches always regret that there is no one to send them.

Hu Taolian

Era: Song Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

The small pavilion reported a plum blossom for the first time,

provoked the return of Jiangnan prosper.

The scenery of Yuxi River with shaking webs,

The water ripples with horizontal and slanting shadows.

The strange fragrance lasts until you are drunk in your hometown.

You wake up from the fragrance even after you are drunk.

It is good that jade and appearance are in harmony,

people and flowers compete for beauty.

Liu Chunling

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

Painting the skyside, dreaming back to the promise,

Shizhou Cloud water.

Twisting red paper in hand and sending it to someone,

Writing infinite and sad things.

The tall buildings of Biepu once leaned against each other,

Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

Amidst the sound of shunt water downstairs,

There were tears that day.

The Bodhisattva Man

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

It is not snowing in the south of the Yangtze River and the plum blossoms are white,

The people who remember the plum blossoms are from the south of the Yangtze River guest.

I still remember the old meeting,

The light smoke is in the moonlight.

The jade face always has faith,

Return is near with a smile.

When Huaiyuan went upstairs,

The evening clouds and geese were low.

Resentments of Qing Dynasty and Shang Dynasty

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is still shallow, but the jade tower is warmest first.

When I dream of a spring quilt, Jiangnan is still far away.

The brocade characters on the back pattern are cut secretly.

If you send it to me in bulk, you should return it late.

When it comes to lovesickness, the end of the world is short.

Sheng Chazi

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci

Where does spring come from?

Try to the stream ask.

The willows on the shore are turning yellow,

The long wheat is green and moist.

A passionate and beautiful young man,

As close as you can get.

Who sent Lingtou plum blossoms?

Come and report the letter from Jiangnan.

Youth Travel

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Yi Genre: Ci

In the south of the Yangtze River, things are festivaled, the water is dim and the clouds are light, and the village in front is covered with snow.

Thousands of miles away from the green ridge, a branch of fragrance is sent back to you.

Shouyang makeup, ice and jade, the painting is innocent.

Waiting for the wind and rain to come one after another, I could not bear to hear it in the flute.

The garden is full of fragrance in the summer, and the composition of Wuxiang Mountain in Lishui

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bangyan Genre: Ci

The old orioles and young chicks are blown by the wind, and the plum blossoms are fattened by the rain. Beautiful trees clear the garden at noon.

The land is low and the mountains are close, and the clothes are moist and the furnace smoke is wasted.

People are quiet, birds and kites are enjoying themselves, and outside the bridge, fresh water splashes.

After a long period of time, yellow reeds and bitter bamboos are suspected of being shipped to Jiujiang.

Every year, like swallows from society, drifting in the Hanhai Sea, they come to send rafters for repair.

Don’t think about things outside yourself, but stay close to your dignity.

The haggard and tired guest from the south of the Yangtze River is unbearable to listen to and anxious to control the strings.

By the side of the singing banquet, I would first place a mat pillow to allow me to sleep when I am drunk.

Jie Lianhuan

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bangyan Genre: Ci

There is no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away.

A skillful hand can untie the chain, like the wind scattering and the rain gathering, the mist is light and the clouds are thin.

The Swallow Tower is empty, and the dark dust is locked on a bed of strings.

If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, you have to plant red herbs by hand in the old days.

Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou. The material boat bends along the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky.

Remember the music of that day and the gossip will be burned away.

Shuiyi spring comes back, I hope to send me plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River.

Abandon this life, spend time with flowers and wine, and shed tears for her.

Recalling Qin E

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fan Chengda

The shadow of the building is missing, and the shadow of the railing lies in the east wing of the moon.

On a moonlit day in the east chamber, there was wind and dew, and the apricot blossoms were like snow.

The smoke induces leakage, and the gold swallows, and the silk curtains are dimly lit with flowers.

The lanterns are blooming, a spring dream, the south of the Yangtze River is vast.

Remembering Wang Sun

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Genre: Ci

Cold red leaves fall into the pond in autumn. Chang and Xingyun are in the same boat. There is no freedom in Jiangnan. Two precautions. It is expected that Yinluan will be sad every night.

Bu Suanzi

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Genre: Ci

The snow and moon are the most suitable, and the plum and snow are all pure. Last year, when there was snow in the south of the Yangtze River, plum blossoms appeared at the end of the month. The plum blossoms bloomed early this year, and they remain the same year after year. The cold and solitary light is bright, and all I need is some snow.