Complete works of ancient poetry and prose in Huangpu River

Ancient poems about Huangpu River 1. What poems describe Huangpu River?

1, Night Book I saw on the ship (check Shen Xing)

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.

2. Autumn Night (Du Mu)

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

3, "Mujiang Yin" (Bai Juyi)

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

4. Like a dream (Li Qingzhao)

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.

How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

5. "The feeling of getting out of the hedge door at dawn in autumn night to meet the cold" (Lu You)

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.

2. Huangpu River Poems

Where does the water of Huangpu River come from? There have always been different opinions.

Not long ago, Wang Long of Anji, Huzhou, 400 kilometers away from Shanghai, suddenly put on the hat of "the source of Huangpu River". The debate about "the source of Huangpu River" has reached a new climax.

It is the expert group of Shanghai Geographical Society that identified Longwangshan as the source of Huangpu River.

Professor Tao, the main member of the expert group, has visited Longwangshan for dozens of times since 1998. Professor Tao said that about the source of Huangpu River, some said it was in Dianshan Lake and some said it was in Taihu Lake. However, as the source of rivers, lakes are rare in world geography. Moreover, Taihu Lake is a shallow lake basin with many water sources, which can not be regarded as the complete source. Only by finding the source of Taihu Lake can we find the real source of Huangpu River. After investigation and textual research, Xitiaoxi at the foot of Wang Longshan is

With a length of 145 km, a water volume of1800 million cubic meters, and a drainage area of 2,800 square kilometers, the recharge accounts for 70% of Taihu Lake, making it the first water source of Taihu Lake. It is concluded that Longwang Mountain is the source of Huangpu River.

A few days ago, the reporter made a special trip to the source of Longwangshan Huangpu River and saw a waterfall with a height of tens of meters flying down and falling into a crystal clear pool. On a boulder beside the pool, the five characters "The Source of Huangpu River" inscribed by Wang Daohan, the old mayor of Shanghai, are engraved.

The reporter scooped up a little water with a bamboo tube and sent it to the mouth, which was very strong. Li Yunfeng, director of the water room of Huzhou Environmental Monitoring Station, said that all indicators of the water here have reached or exceeded the national first-class water quality standards, and it can be directly drunk.

However, the theory that Longwangshan is the source of Huangpu River has been questioned by some experts from Taihu Basin Administration, Zhejiang Water Resources Department and former Hangzhou University, because the water in Taihu Lake comes not only from Xitiaoxi in Zhejiang, but also from Jingxi in Jiangsu. Even though Xitiaoxi is the main source, it can be divided into Xixi and Nanxi, and the birthplace of Nanxi is Lion Mountain. So they all agree that the source of Huangpu River is not a point or a stream, but a water source composed of multiple sources.

3. Write poems about Huangpu River

Xue Sheng, the author of love songs (lyric prose poems) in Huangpu River, prefaces the song "Laogong loves to find a place with deep water to sail and sail, and Shanghainese pursue their dreams with beautiful ideals".

The old ferryman is driving a boat full of sails and breaking the waves; Strugglers measure their courage in the roar of the sea breeze, strugglers set sail in the roar of the waves. There are heroes in the sea and eagles in the air. We should not be a rooster with wings and only singing. We are eagles, we don't have to take an oath, we have spread our wings and soared! In the blue sky, there are white clouds and dreams.

Under the cloud dream, the old ferryman is thinking, dreaming and feeling strong by the Huangpu River! Huangpu river, a long gulf stream, has turned to a blank field of vision after several twists and turns; The cloud dream of hope haunts the Bund and Pudong New Area. Welcome the sunshine in the morning and the warmth of the sunset in the evening.

A spring river flows eastward, and a spring breeze flows all the way to Luge, the sea and the world. Listen, fight the stormy waves and soar in the thunder and lightning. Ah, this is Haiyan, and this is the big Shanghai we are going to.

As a result, the vast and desolate Yunmeng Great Lake turned into a billowing Huangpu River and headed for the vast sea. The looming sail is an old ferryman coming from the hazy chaos, playing an eternal melody by the river with human expectations.

He once cast a net by the river barefoot for a living. He once rocked his boat in the wind and rain and came to the factory of the manufacturing bureau.

Put on a jacket, put on a long braid, swing a hammer, forge an immortal poetic soul, and Ran Ran rises on the Huangpu River. The old ferryman witnessed the decline of all walks of life. He has also experienced, the fire rose, the apprentice, the ten-mile strip, the world of flowers and flowers, the paradise of adventure and speculators.

Swinging on the Huangpu River, wandering around the river and thinking, this feeling is even stronger; Hundreds of battles compete for sails, and the huge ship presses the river to watch the river relive the old dreams year after year. The waves flowing in the river record the history of Cang Sang and the forehead lines of the old ferryman. This is a journey like a song and a dream under his feet. Fireworks in March, the river flows, the black soil is fragrant, willow branches sprout, weeping willows play in the water, a sail covers them and a song sings, which awakens the spring dream along the river and leaves a rich homesickness.

Huangpu River, the mother river of Shanghainese! The spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, mixed with drizzle, is sprinkled in the Peach Blossom Garden, in the world, and in the hearts of the elderly. There are many chimneys along the river, and the hammer is held high and nailed firmly. The fiery iron flow is pressed into steel plates and riveted into steamboats, sailing on the Huangpu River.

The whistle sounded, full of flowers of national industry, full of colorful songs, a river with springs, and a river in Chun Qing. The river turned into Chun Qing, and Chun Qing accompanied the river, leaving a pleasant echo on both sides of Pujiang.

Two sails, a steamboat, a spray, go to glory and leave glory. Whoever weaves the fantastic colors on the Huangpu River, who sprinkles bright lights and who walks along the river like a dream, the old ferryman has an account in his heart.

It's a sail or a boat, carrying a tall building and being carried by a man with a thick waist. Buildings are arranged on the yellow land of the Bund, and each tall building is a great monument set up by a man in China. Huangpu River recorded the years, the history and the Bund.

Spring is the green leaf of life, the spray of rivers and seas, and the color of life. Once youth is integrated into the just cause of mankind, it will never decay, never disappear and never fade.

Since then, on the Huangpu River, wooden boats have been swaying and whistling, looking for and harvesting along the wandering left by their ancestors. The long paddle sound, far away, the horizon, a beam of glow, shed tears, recording the hard forehead lines of the old man.

The ship is a cloud, it can't stay, it can't take root, and it has been floating for several years! The wind of hope is waving and calling firmly, looking for its own anchorage. This ship is a dream. I have been looking for an eternal road all my life. I will go forward without hesitation and never give up my pursuit.

The boat is a song. From ancient times to the present, once the ancient ballads are dissolved into the real waters, they can inject new life into the Huangpu River. This boat is an old man's dream. After waking up, he will start a new journey.

The boat is the song of the old ferryman. When you wake up, you can sail across the sea and write a new song. Ah, my friend, let me write a new song of hope for you! I will weave a happy melody with swaying mountain flowers in the wilderness, rushing streams in the mountains and fragrant autumn wind, play for you and write a song of hope! Four beams of sunshine are dancing on the ripples in the garden.

The dream is still yesterday's dream, and that cloud is not yesterday's cloud after all. When a spring river flows eastward, when the sails sail to the warm and romantic harbor, when the brilliant leap of love moistens the river waves, when the autumn wind ripples, it enriches the thoughts of the waves.

A beautiful wish is quietly entering the Huangpu River, and the old ferryman sees that the Huangpu River is full of spring and colorful. He also feels that the strong are most needed at present, and only the strong can disobey fate, and everything is dominated by themselves.

The fisherman's song echoing along the Huangpu River, whose call are you accompanying? Thunder, shocking sound! When the sun rises from Ran Ran at the end of the river, the mast lights up and sails for tomorrow. It is a brilliant day. However, the sails set out from the anchorage, and the place where they anchored in Hong Kong has gone from one side of Pujiang to the other.

One side is virgin land, and the other side is hot land. Full of life and tents.

People should have ideals, pursuits, spirits and dreams when they are alive. Otherwise, what glory is there in life? On June 1 ST, the warm fragrance floated and piles of rising hot land were rising. Smelling it will make your emotional strings vibrate, remind you of your thoughts, kiss the fragrant land, make waves in your heart and arouse your sincere love.

Who can stand the test of life, then who can get the highest reward of life! This is Huangpu River in Pudong New Area. The spring tide of reform flooded into Pudong, and the spring tide was overwhelming, courageously, like mushrooms after rain, high-rise buildings were uprooted, Yun Qi was everywhere, and the wind and thunder were stirring, and Chun Qing, the trendsetter, made love to each other.

Reformers and entrepreneurs, summon up courage and strut in front of everyone's attention and discussion. A modified windmill is driving on the hot land of Pudong. The road ahead is covered with brocade and glittering with gold.

Peach blossom is attractive and has exposed bright colors; Plum blossom attracts people because it is getting more and more fragrant. The person with the freest soul is the one who breaks the chain at one stroke.

Seven loong originated from the wind and thunder, and the dragon and tiger leaped out, showing great power. Heroes and children waved their huge hands and wrote a lot of books about China! The creator has gone through thousands of years.

4. Poems describing Huangpu River

The poem goes like this: modernity: like a veil, like a haze, like a cloud; Hanging on the tree, bypassing the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass.

One moment like a raging tide, the other like a roaring Bai Ou. Xia Yan bursts, gone with the wind, everything, everything becomes hazy.

In an instant, this milky light fog turned into small water droplets. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on your head and face.

Gently, greasy, a little wet. People get a little drunk as soon as they inhale the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine.

The golden wind is like a pearl, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. Tonight, a full moon rises in the sky covered with light clouds. It is round and crystal clear, like a huge night pearl, surrounded by clouds, and the bright Yin Hui is inlaid with a colorful halo around the clouds.

As the clouds move towards the moon, the halo around the moon changes with the shape of the clouds, and the wonderful colors are dreamlike. In this city that never sleeps, everyone is intoxicated with the lights-who will look up and see the lonely white on the top of the tall building?

It hasn't snowed in this southern city for a long time. The air is filled with dust, and people's hearts are impetuous. Only colorful neon lights are flashing in confusion, confusing people's eyes and confusing people's hearts ... A deep sigh like night comes from the top floor.

There is a vague frost on her eyelashes. Huangpu River carries colorful reflections and flows quietly. Her sigh breaks the light and shadow of a river.

The night is getting deeper, but the city is still bustling. Neon lights up the luxury of the city, but also cover up the bright stars and moons, throwing the changing colors into the sky without restraint.

The sky is hazy, even black is not pure. Ancient Poetry: When the moon is dark and the wind is high, I see a small firefly in the fishing lamp. The wind and waves are a little scattered, and the river stars are gone. In autumn (Du Mu), Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and a small fan fluttered over the firefly.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi) sunset, half river rustling, half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Like a dream, Li Qingzhao always remembers the sunset in Xiting. He was drunk and didn't know the way home.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

In the autumn night, I feel that the fence door will meet the cold at dawn (land tour). Three rivers flow into the sea in Wan Li, and five thousand mountains climb skyscrapers. The adherents shed tears and dust, so it is hard to expect another year in Julian Waghann. Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde) rode on the mountain, rode on the water and went straight to Guan Yu. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

A night-mooring near maple bridge (Zhang Ji), cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, sleeping. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu, the bell of the passenger ship rang at midnight. Spring Palace Music (Wang Changling) Last night, the wind blew away and the moon was high. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.

Moonlight night (Liu) half full moon color, Beidou south withered. I know that spring is blooming tonight, and the insects are fresh through the green window sand.

One night, I heard Shouxiang playing the flute on the wall (Li Yi). The sand in Yue Feng is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.

5. What ancient poems describe Huangpu River?

I read it in the book Night on the Ship (Chad Shen Xing)

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river.

Autumn (Du Mu)

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi)

A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.

Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Rumengling (Li Qingzhao)

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.

How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

I feel that the hedge door will go out to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night (land tour)

Wan Li Hedong enters the sea, climbing skyscrapers for 5,000 meters.

The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.

Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde)

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

Night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji)

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.

I read it in a book about the night of the boat.

Qing Dynasty: Cha Shen Xing

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.

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In the dark night, there is no moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow a bit like fireflies in the boundless darkness.

Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars.

6. What poems describe Huangpu River?

1. "Mid-Autumn Festival from Huangpu to Wusong"

Qing Dynasty: Chen Qubing

The rudder tower sings the song of Jiangdong, and Wan Li is empty.

The waves on the sea echoed extremely, and there was nothing in front of me.

Clouds and rain wash the sky like blue, and the wind turns red in the sun.

Only when Xu Tao is dressed in white can the white car fight the autumn wind.

2. "Shuidiao Song Tou (and Haiyan Fan Wei Xingzhi)"

Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru

See the bright moon all your life, and there are tall buildings in the northwest. Nowadays, I often sigh that the hut is dark and sad for autumn. It is said that there is a rainbow pavilion on Wusong River, which is a good place to make friends and canoe. I remember Penglai Road, which ended in the old days.

Take the oriole, the lake is chaotic, and the sea floats. Dust is better than dust, not Baipingzhou. What is it, Tao Zhu Zhang Han, that convinces you to give rewards in turn? I sent a message to Meixian Road, saying that I would agree with you next year.

3. Qin Yuanchun (to Zhang Zhongzong)

Song Dynasty: Li Mixun

The pillow is deep and mysterious, and there is no one in the hall, which makes the scene move repeatedly. Gradually, the lapel is near the water, the bed is on the moon, the lotus fragrance is on the face, and the bamboo color invades the clothes. Press the jade into mash, fold it into a lamp, and lie down and watch the silver and yellow stars droop. People go home and talk to themselves with hunger and cicadas, and the birds stay together.

Idiot. Don't go through a crisis. After forty-nine years of enlightenment, everything is wrong. Ren Zhu dragged purple, surrounded by gold, and green money flowed to the ground, as white as jade. Wealth is floating clouds, fame is zero, and everything is unintentional. Autumn wind moves, Wusong is cold, and bass is fat.

4. He Xinlang (watching snow at Gusutai).

Song Dynasty: Lv Zugao

Ten hectares are empty and blue. The jade in the picture is magnificent and blowing wildly. Leaning against the dangerous fence, I can't stop singing. I will wind up the wine. I still remember the day when the West Lake was a guest. Who brings water to Wusong River, laughs at Kun, and wonders become children's plays. Still shining on me, the night window is white.

Worship the stage and break the promise. Lead the branches, Qiong Yao is soft, and the seal is on the floor. She knows where the graceful demeanour is, and her tears are full of sadness and hatred. So, it's a mess. Mo Wen's past is long and muddy. Yuchan and Zuili once knew each other. Chat with me at night and play the flute.

5. "Water regulation"

Song Dynasty: Han Yuanji

The river rains at dawn, and the summer night is over. People say that the flying magpie is becoming a bridge today. Where is the cloud car? The pulse is red and fragrant. Melon and fruit take advantage of the good night. Push the pillow to break the rainbow, caress the threshold and the white fish jump.

Guests from all over the world, facing the wind and dew, lean against the orchid. The sea of clouds is everywhere, and there are clouds in the world. I sent Zhou Jun to the west. You want me to go to Nanpu. I hate tomorrow. And drunk Wusongyue, hard of hearing Zhejiang tide.

7. What are the poems praising Huangpu River?

1, you can read the boat night book.

Author: Qing Dynasty check

When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.

Translation:

In the dark night, there is no moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow a bit like fireflies in the boundless darkness. Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars.

2. Mujiang drink

Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.

A sunset sank into the river, and the river was half green and half brilliant red. The loveliest thing is the night on the third day of September, which is as bright as pearls and crescent as a bow.

3. In autumn night, the small fence door will welcome the cold feeling.

Author: Lu You in Song Dynasty

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.

The Yellow River, which is three miles long in Wan Li, flows eastward into the sea, and Huashan Mountain, which is five thousand meters high, goes straight into the sky. Under the oppression of the Hu people, the tears of the Central Plains people have been exhausted, and they are looking forward to Julian Waghann's Northern Expedition year after year.

4. Night berth near Fengqiao

Author: Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.

5, Sauvignon Blanc, Mountain Tour

Author: Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

After wading through mountains and rivers, the soldiers kept heading for Shanhaiguan. The night is already deep, and lights are on in thousands of tents. The wind kept blowing outside, and the snowflakes couldn't stop, making the homesick soldiers unable to sleep. In the warm and quiet hometown, there is no such noisy sound of cold wind whistling and snowflakes flying.

8. What ancient poems describe Huangpu River?

What I saw in the boat night book (check) was a fishing lamp in the dark of the moon, and there was a small firefly in the lonely light. A little wind and waves will disperse into river stars. On autumn night (Du Mu), Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and a small fan fluttered over the firefly.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi) sunset, half river rustling, half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Like a dream, Li Qingzhao always remembers the sunset in Xiting. He was drunk and didn't know the way home.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

In the autumn night, I feel that the fence door will meet the cold at dawn (land tour). Three rivers flow into the sea in Wan Li, and five thousand mountains climb skyscrapers. The adherents shed tears and dust, so it is hard to expect another year in Julian Waghann. Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde) rode on the mountain, rode on the water and went straight to Guan Yu. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

A night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji), Jiang Feng, is worried about fishing and sleeping on a cold night. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight. What I saw in the boat night book: In the Qing Dynasty, I saw fishing lights in the dark of tea, and a little firefly was lonely. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.

There is no moon in the dark night, only the lights on fishing boats, and the lonely lights glow a little like fireflies in the boundless night. Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars.