Poems of misty rain in Jiangnan

Yu Yan's Jiangnan poems are as follows:

1, Qinghe bottomed out, and the high waves went straight into the air. I am used to living by the lake, and the boat is light and not afraid of the wind.

2. Pull leaves by the stream and pick reed seedlings on the shore. In order to cherish Yuanyang, gently animate the radial direction.

3, the sky is * * * water, and the water is far away. 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 sky, people and scenery, and people and scenery are difficult to complete. When the scenery is good, your heart is fast and your heart is far away from the scenery. Don't talk to laymen.

4. Wandering around and returning to the levee alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, the west of the city is cloudy and dark, and the nine strangers are not stained with mud. Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. The flowers outside the wall find their way, and the willow trees cross the warbler and crow, which is sad everywhere.

5. Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you forget Jiangnan?

6, 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.

7, Qi Mei, color waiter. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you. People sing their own words and get drunk. Flowing water is thirty years old, and autumn wind remembers one of my poems, which will last until evening.

After 8 or 7 days, Dong Hui will be in front of the reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand. This day will be a drunken feast, singing about snow, except snow. Seeing that the longevity department has repeatedly fallen, I can't see how straight the orange millet is, singing the magpie fairy.

9, inflammation will continue, the first night will invade the bed. Lying on a lotus leaf, hibiscus fragrance is fine and water is cool, and it is on the celestial pillow.

10, hate, hate to the end of the world. 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, this is not Qian Fan, and there is water everywhere, and I am heartbroken in Baipingzhou.