Hangzhou xianghu poems

A poem about Hu Xiang 1. What is Hu Xiang's poem?

In the face of history, we are all her passers-by. Inscription: Chengshan missed the past and climbed Chengshan. In summer, I danced wildly in a dusty green skirt. Blue sky and sunshine are my temperament. Water is my temperament. In the interior of time, the heartbeat of a pebble has the sound of a wooden paddle sliding. Through the rusty ship's rail, the years are still calm. I looked at the days over and over again, like a raging water stain, dry and wet. It's wet and thin. When it's altered layer by layer, it's about to dry or be covered with new scars. In the bleak July, it shows that the sultry Hunan Lake is the gentlest and coolest part in the nostalgic dictionary. A wisp of breeze flickers between the double blue sky and the sunshine, carrying the fishing songs and myths of ancient mountain streams for 8 thousand years. I am like a patrolling teenager, stepping on an old horseshoe and ups and downs in the changing time and space. I hope this is the afternoon of July. Standing on the Hu Meng Bridge, Hunan Lake is more like a delicate and rigorous arrangement of newly planted willows on the shore. Guishu ... has been loyal to the inheritance of 8 thousand years, and the old waist, lake and grass are bent like green silk carpets in the wind. I can't imagine the changes in Hu Xiang village. It doesn't matter whether there are three or two villagers who enjoy the ethereal and elegant lakeside like me. The changing mountain road winds into a historical relic. Every stone is a natural small hammer that knocks out the exquisite old pottery patterns of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period or old wuyue?

A person sleeps and changes clothes, and the emperor leads thousands of fighters into the mountain road. I listen. The mountain stream winds like a horseshoe, and the footsteps of history are endless. Looking at Matang, the weeds are lush and the stones are mottled. A shallow pool can't carry the tail fin of a red carp. The myth of returning to carp is always in the heart of the wise. There is a thin layer of fog, which is equally daunting in the face of emptiness or shallowness. I took a camera and walked along the lake. The lake is calm. The rocky shore can't help but talk about those red, yellow and white water lilies, which bloom for the second time in shallow water, and the flame that I was caught by the small flowers is still passionate after the clear and reserved rain.

2. What are the poems of Xianghu Lake?

Hu Xiang Sanjiwen/Qin Shi

Facing history

We are all her passers-by.

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Chengshan nostalgia

Climb the mountain and dance wildly in summer.

A green skirt covered with dust

Blue sky and sunshine are my temperament.

Water is my temperament.

In time, the heartbeat of a pebble.

Accompanied by the sound of the wooden paddle sliding.

Cross the rusty ship's rail

The years are still a wave of unrest, and waves are rising again.

I look at the days like raging water stains.

Dry and wet, wet and dry.

Thin layer, when the layer is changed.

Another day is about to be dried.

Or covered with a new imprint.

The bleak July is sultry.

Xianghu is a nostalgic dictionary.

The gentlest and coolest part.

Shining between the blue sky and the sun.

Night breeze.

Fishing songs and myths that have been carried for 8 thousand years.

From the ancient mountain stream road.

I am like a teenager on patrol.

Follow the twists and turns of time

Between changing time and space

Step on an old horseshoe

Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs

look

This is the afternoon of July.

Standing on Hu Meng Bridge

Xianghu Lake is more like a delicate and rigorous disposal.

New species of shore willow and osmanthus tree ...

Loyal to 8000 years of history.

Bend one's back

Lakes and grasslands are like a green silk carpet.

Spread out in the wind

Pavilion and waterside pavilion, I have never been able to conceive.

Changes of Hu Xiang Village

There are three or two villagers like me.

Enjoy the emptiness and tranquility of the lake.

Never mind, history is sinking and the situation is changing.

mountain path

A road winds into the historical site.

Every stone is a natural hammer.

Knock out exquisite and ancient pottery patterns from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Or old wuyue. Eating and drinking alone.

The cloth in the dream has changed.

The emperor led thousands of soldiers into the mountain road.

I'm listening. The mountain stream winds and runs

Like a stray horseshoe, stepping on the footsteps of history.

linger in one's ears

Yinmachi

Take a wide view of Yinmachi

The weeds are shady and green, and the bricks are mottled.

A pool of shallow water

Can't move the tail fin of red carp.

Thoughts on the myth of returning carp

In the mind of a wise man

There is always a thin layer of fog.

Face the depth or shallowness of emptiness

Equally discouraged

water lily

I walked along the lake with a camera in my hand.

The lake is calm and the rocks on the shore are uneven.

I can't help talking about those water lilies.

Red, yellow and white are in full bloom.

In shallow water

Shallow ripples, small flowers

I caught the flame.

after a storm comes a calm

Still maintain endless enthusiasm.

3. Beautiful sentences describing the scenery of Xianghu Lake

When we approached the city gate, ah! The trees on the other side of the mountain are really lush! Looking up, I can only vaguely see pavilions and paths.

Climbing halfway up the mountain, I came to a pavilion. Lanterns are hung on the four corners of the pavilion, and the word "Yue" is written on them. I found colorful paintings on every windowsill in the pavilion. Every painting has an idiom, "Rest in the battlefield, defend the city and rejuvenate the country ..." Standing in the pavilion overlooking the mountain scenery, I saw the scenery of Xianghu Lake as a mirror. On the lake, a long dam spans the water.

Finally, we climbed to the top of the mountain and saw Goujian Temple and Horse Washing Pool stand out from the crowd at the top of the mountain. Goujian Temple looks shabby, obviously it has been a long time.

4. What poems describe Xiaoshan?

Deng yue Wang tai

Tangsong wenzhi

On the river, over the observation deck, climb to see it several times.

The south wind closes the sky, and the northern households open every day.

When the ground is wet and smells of smoke, it rains on sunny days.

In winter, we pick oranges and oranges, while in Xia Guo, we pick bayberry.

Traces of danger are wasted, and people are not Jia's.

Too many changes of heart, white hair urges.

Jiangsi

Taoyuanzao

General Jiang sighed loneliness, and Taicheng heartbroken paper kites floated.

There is always a bell ringing on the top of the floating picture, which is still like the sound of the Six Dynasties.

In spring, Xianghu Lake is the best place to go.

Cai Qing Weihui

In the long pond, willows sprout and children sing and pick tea.

Rock uranium first experienced cold food and rain, and Pinghu was full of daffodils.

Xishimiao

Green cat riding spirit

Pukou Xishi Temple, the rustling bamboo reflects the door.

When Yuewangshan got off the road, the village of Zhuluo was silent.

Red powder ditch head water, moss stone on the soul

At night, the hostess comes home with candles at dusk.

5. What poems describe Xiaoshan?

Qinguan

Dai Shulun

Northerners want everything,

Wanderers live in Xiaoshan.

Never went out after closing the door,

Poetry is famous in the world.

Deng yue Wang tai

Tangsong wenzhi

On the river, over the observation deck, climb to see it several times.

The south wind closes the sky, and the northern households open every day.

When the ground is wet and smells of smoke, it rains on sunny days.

In winter, we pick oranges and oranges, while in Xia Guo, we pick bayberry.

Traces of danger are wasted, and people are not Jia's.

Too many changes of heart, white hair urges.

Jiangsi

Taoyuanzao

General Jiang sighed loneliness, and Taicheng heartbroken paper kites floated.

There is always a bell ringing on the top of the floating picture, which is still like the sound of the Six Dynasties.

In spring, Xianghu Lake is the best place to go.

Cai Qing Weihui

In the long pond, willows sprout and children sing and pick tea.

Rock uranium first experienced cold food and rain, and Pinghu was full of daffodils.

Xishimiao

Green cat riding spirit

Pukou Xishi Temple, the rustling bamboo reflects the door.

When Yuewangshan got off the road, the village of Zhuluo was silent.

Red powder ditch head water, moss stone on the soul

At night, the hostess comes home with candles at dusk.

6. Xiaoshan Poetry and Ode

Mao Xihe is Mao Qiling (1623- 17 16), formerly known as Qian, also known as Chu Qing. Scholars call him Mr. Xihe. Xiaoshan is from Chengxiang Town. He could read when he was four years old. He can recite his mother's college. When he was young, he was brilliant and famous for his poems. As a teenager, he was a scholar. Wu Ming and Qing soldiers went south. He, Shen Yuxi, Cai Shiguang and Bao Bingde avoided the Qing soldiers and built a mud house in the mountains south of the county seat for research. Mao Qiling is stubborn and arrogant. He once said: "Since Yuan and Ming Dynasties, there have been no scholars, and scholars have been out for 300 years." The criticism was too radical and offended many people. Therefore, Luo Zhi, the enemy, has been accused and framed many times. Later, he traveled to Jianghuai, covering Henan, Hubei, Jiangxi and other places. Lai's friends raised money to donate money to imperial academy. In the 18th year of Emperor Kangxi of Qing Dynasty (1679), Mao Qiling was a scholar and was awarded the post of imperial academy Review and Compilation of National History Museum. During this period, it was presented as a volume of Ancient and Modern Yun Tong, which was appreciated by Emperor Kangxi and presented to the History Museum. In the 24th year of Kangxi (1685), he left the library and went back to his hometown to concentrate on writing.

Mao Qiling read widely, and every chapter of Confucian classics was good at winning. Good eloquence, unconventional. In case of different opinions, we must "trace the source" and "correct every word" and hold our own unique opinions. His Four Books on Correcting Mistakes are four books attacking Zhu. Mao Qiling took debating classics as his responsibility all his life, insisting on the original text as the main indication, without doping other families. He wrote "University Reading Maps" in Shaolin Temple, which is his masterpiece. As well as many other works, all illustrate his thoughts on Confucian classics. Besides studying Confucian classics, I also studied local chronicles, including 3 volumes of Hu Xiang Water Conservancy Records and 3 volumes of Xiaoshan County Records. In addition, Mao is quite accomplished in literature and music, and is good at poetry and songs. He wrote many Xihe poems and Xihe Ci. He once taught music, and wrote four volumes of Music in Jingshan and two volumes of Music Review.

When Mao Qiling was 70 years old, he wrote his own epitaph, proposing "no crown, no shoes, no clothes, no customers" after death. In the fifty-fifth year of Kangxi (17 16), he died at home. His legacy was compiled into Complete Works of Xihe by students, with a total of 493 volumes, and more than 40 works were included in Sikuquanshu.

Note: You can also search for Mao Qiling (Mao Xihe) on the Internet and you will find a lot of information.