Xi An Qu Jiang Chi Poems

1. A poem about Qujiang "Qujiang Spring"

Year: Tang Author: Lu Lun

Acorus calamus leaves and willows cross branches, but lotus boat birds don't know it. The deeper the flowers are, the more uneven the shadows of Yulou and Jindian are.

Cui Dai painted a snipe with red makeup, with shocking clouds and breezes. The flute is blowing long, the flowers are floating from south to north, and it is raining.

The sound of spring is everywhere in Zhou Fang, and flowers and plants are sprouting. As the sun sets, pedestrians are getting desperate and bird's nests are full of tall buildings.

Qujiang spring

Year: Tang Author: Zhang Qiao

Looking for spring and sending it away, winding by the river. A piece of water, a thousand years of hub dust.

The trees on the shore are cool and the waves are chasing tourists. Tourists are naturally old, blowing new things every year.

Revisit Qujiang

Year: Tang Author: Han Wo

The fisherman should be relieved to hear that. Avoiding wild gulls is as heartless as losing flowers and snow.

Sparse forest consciously long dike, spring water and ancient shore level. Melancholy brings people back to night, and the whip sheath is cold and light.

Qujiang

Year: Song Author: Li Fu

Mangjing Town, Tang Ruins, Anzhiqin Palace. There are often many autumn rains, and sometimes there are micro springs.

Pupuchun was born by herself, and she is still in love in autumn. In short, throughout the ages, things have changed.

2. Two poems describing Qujiang.

Du Fu

A flower flew away, but it was spring and the wind was so sad.

And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.

The small hall by the river built its nest with emeralds, and the unicorn lay on the edge of the garden.

You must eat, drink, and be merry when you push physics. Why should you trip this body with a fleeting glance?

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Alcohol debt is a common occurrence, and life is 70 years old.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies with the water.

Qujiang

Li shangyin

At ordinary times, green chariots pass by, and Kong Wen's midnight ghost laments.

Today, instead of returning to the whole city, the Jade Palace still divides Yuan Bo.

When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane. I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family.

Although the eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.

3. About Qujiang's poem "Qujiang" Time: Tang Author: Lu Lun calamus willow branches, dark lotus boat birds do not know.

The deeper the flowers are, the more uneven the shadows of Yulou and Jindian are. Cui Dai painted a snipe with red makeup, with shocking clouds and breezes.

The flute is blowing long, the flowers are floating from south to north, and it is raining. The sound of spring is everywhere in Zhou Fang, and flowers and plants are sprouting.

As the sun sets, pedestrians are getting desperate and bird's nests are full of tall buildings. Qujiang Spring Year: Tang Author: Zhang Qiao looking for spring to bid farewell, walking around the river.

A piece of water, a thousand years of hub dust. The trees on the shore are cool and the waves are chasing tourists.

Naturally, tourists are old and blowing new things every year. "Revisiting Qujiang" Time: Tang Author: Han Wo chasing the ancient ambassador Jiang Ting, fisherman should listen with a sigh.

Avoiding wild gulls is as heartless as losing flowers and snow. Sparse forest consciously long dike, spring water and ancient shore level.

Melancholy brings people back to night, and the whip sheath is cold and light. Qujiang Year: Song Author: Mangjing Town, Ruins, Anzhi Qin Palace.

There are often many autumn rains, and sometimes there are micro springs. Pupuchun was born by herself, and she is still in love in autumn.

In short, throughout the ages, things have changed.

4. There are no Qujiang poems describing the night scene of Qujiang, but there are several Tang poems describing the night scene.

Qujiang yesi

Hanhe

Drums will disappear from the moon, and the idle square outside the park will be half closed.

The red lotus in the pool is condensed with white dew, and the grass in the garden is accompanied by dusk.

At night, the forest pond is quiet and the fireworks are sparse like a village.

Generally speaking, the secluded scenery in the world is most related to poetic thinking and leaving the soul.

Qujiang

Li shangyin

At ordinary times, green chariots pass by, and Kong Wen's midnight ghost laments.

Today, instead of returning to the whole city, the Jade Palace still divides Yuan Bo.

When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane. I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family.

Although the eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.

Quwang

Lulun

Acorus calamus leaves and willows cross branches, but lotus boat birds don't know it.

The deeper the flowers are, the more uneven the shadows of Yulou and Jindian are.

Cui Dai painted a snipe with red makeup, with shocking clouds and breezes.

The flute is blowing long, the flowers are floating from south to north, and it is raining.

The sound of spring is everywhere in Zhou Fang, and flowers and plants are sprouting.

As the sun sets, pedestrians are getting desperate and bird's nests are full of tall buildings.

In addition, Du Fu wrote several poems about Qujiang, but none of them involved night scenes. The most famous ones are "Two Poems of Qujiang", "Qujiang Duiyu" and "Aijiangtou", which are copied as follows for your reference.

Qujiang two poems

Du Fu

one

A flower flew away, but it was spring and the wind was so sad.

And look at flowers and eyes. Don't think too much wine will hurt your health.

The small hall by the river nests in emeralds, and unicorns lie on the edge of the garden.

If you push physics carefully, you must eat, drink, and be merry. Why trip this body with a fleeting glance?

Secondly,

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Alcohol debt is a common occurrence, and life is 70 years old.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies with the water.

The scenery of the message is mobile, so it doesn't violate the reward for the time being.

Qujiang game

Du Fu

Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant at night.

The forest flowers and rain are wet with rouge, and the water grows with the wind and green belt.

Longwu New Army is deeply stationed in Tuen Mun, and Furong Kingdom is not in the temple, burning incense.

When will this money be held? I will get drunk next to beautiful women.

Aijiangtou

Du Fu

Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly left along the winding river like a shadow of spring.

Since the palace on the shore is sealed by a thousand doors, beautiful willows and new rushes, who are you so green for? ?

I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.

And the first lady of the kingdom, from the bright sun palace, followed in the emperor's royal chariot.

In front of them were cavalry, everyone with bows and arrows, and snow-white horses, chewing gold.

An archer, chest up, shot through the clouds, smiling.

Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.

The clear Weihe River flows eastward, passing through the stone crevices on the watchtower path, and there is neither there nor here to bring her any news.

Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers!

Tatars on horseback have covered the town with dust in the dim twilight. I am fleeing to the south, but I am still staring at the throne to the north.

Li Shangyin also wrote a poem about Qujiang, entitled "Qujiang Alone in Late Autumn"

Lotus leaves are born to hate the life in spring and do the life in autumn.

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

"Zhang from the Ministry of Water Resources sent a letter to 22 people who planned a spring outing in Qujiang."

Han Yu

In the evening, a faint mist dissipated and the sky was sunny.

The riverside of Qujiang River is full of flowers and thousands of trees. Why are you so busy that you won't come?

5. What are the poems about "Qujiang Night Scene"?

1, looking at the usual green chariot, Kong Wen midnight ghost elegy.

2, the flute is long and blowing, and it rains from south to north.

3, language scenery * * * circulation, not against the reward for the time being.

At sunset, pedestrians gradually have no roads, and the nests are full of tall buildings.

5. The small hall by the river is built with jade, and the unicorn lies on the edge of the garden.

6, see deeply through the butterfly, some water flies slowly.

7. Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant in the evening.

I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, and the colors of the garden.

9. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.

10, the curved bank is deeply covered with mountains, and the eye hook does not move.

1 1, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return.

I will sit lazily by the stream and hold the fishing rod, but I will suddenly dream that I am driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.

13, you find yourself laughing at nothing, and the feather fan is on the fishing boat.

14, Yueyang city, clouds floating from Yungu and Menggu.

15, fishing line boating, broken bridge, northern silk pulling up, little star hanging.

6. Sentences describing the beautiful scenery of Qujiang Pool in the morning 1. In the morning, the sun has not come out, there is no wind, and everything is quiet. Looking from a distance, there is a thin cloud over the walnut garden, like a curtain on the bedside of my daughter's boudoir, hazy. When you approach, you will find that the branches of the walnut tree are slightly green, and the buds become fuller unconsciously, as if they are doing the last rehearsal for welcoming spring. The soil on the ground is so soft that you can smell it if you smell it carefully. Under the withered grass, a handful of tender grass has exposed its sharp head and mixed with hay. This scene of dependence between young and old is really touching.

2. In the morning, the beautiful, valiant and high-spirited rooster announces the dawn with a loud cry and sings one after another. The country slowly opened its sleepy eyes and woke up in a burst of comfort. A colorless light shines on the face through the beloved curtain. After I got up quickly, I opened the curtains and pushed open the window. The breeze blew gently, accompanied by a fresh taste. From a distance, the countryside is immersed in a hazy and hazy state. Ah, such a beautiful scenery, isn't it a touching paper painting?

In the early morning, when I walked out of the house, a cold air came and the wind was chilly. Looking into the distance, the mist hung over the earth like a layer of white gauze, and only a few bare branches were vaguely seen with white buds. When you look closer, it turns out that the branches are covered with white and glittering frost flowers, which are very beautiful.

The morning of the small lake ended in this sunshine. The sun slowly rose to the top of the head, the moon has disappeared, the morning frost has turned into crystal dew, and the fallen leaves are still falling. The little squirrel looked at the fallen leaves in the air and its tail was high. Wild ducks and geese are still busy in the lake. In order to make a living, the small lake in the morning is no longer calm.

7. Qujiang's Poetry and Fu Qujiang (Author: Li Lei, founder of new poetry tune)

Dragons patrol the eastern sky,

Qujiang clouds are surging.

Who has ever forgotten the top of Wudianpotou Mountain?

In the eighteenth year of Daiyue,

Wind and thunder are everywhere.

Iron and blood take on more responsibilities,

Man's backbone.

The bow shot Sirius.

Teach the four seas to return to their original hearts,

Be brave! (Author: Huang Shanzhuo)

Shen Jiaqiu dreamed of leaving Jingchu, entered Sanqin, lost to Chang 'an and studied for four years. At that time, we also visited the ancient temple, climbed the Wild Goose Pagoda, folded willows by the Bahe River and enjoyed flowers in Ling Du Garden. Stroll the streets and visit the remains of Han and Tang dynasties; Wandering on the balcony, ignoring the years. In the autumn of the fifth child, Yu Xuecheng will return. When Qujiang Park opens, he will postpone his tour for ten days. Because of Fu's thought, in order to win, he said:

Qin Shihuang left this old museum garden in the Tang Dynasty, and it took thousands of years to reproduce its beauty. Although the green pool is rippling, it is not water that shines in the shadow of the countryside; Eyes are full, not inferior to the charm of evening makeup. Autumn is crisp, blue clouds curl, summer is quiet, and cicadas occasionally sing. First frost has not fallen, and there are still late incense and late thanks; When the west wind blows, I can't feel the cold in the battle array. Is it going to beginning of spring in March, and the smell is greasy on the nose; The warblers and swallows are flying, and the bees and butterflies are fluttering.

So I walked on the edge of the quiet steps, walked around the covered bridge, looked around and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Qiujiang River. The trees are slightly detached, and the pines and cypresses are green. Red fish swim and ducks chase each other. It has been a long time. Hibiscus will be disabled and will not be destroyed for a thousand years. Habitat stops at Jiangting, and the breeze is full of sleeves; Wandering around the water bank, dust never touches the water.

There are endless pedestrians and colorful tourists. The beach falling into the river is not a leap; There are waves on the island, so you can board a fake ship. In front of the water table, a group of scholars splashed ink; On a few bluestones, I listened to the musician blowing sheng. Every time I see an old man holding quinoa, I hear a child's voice. Ladies and handsome men with arms and wrists. Or wandering in a quiet path, or boating in the middle of the river.

Wandering in Sri Lanka, thinking about life is leisurely. Du Fu sat in Tantou for a long time, and Lotte stood in the pavilion for the night. Between the walls of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, several people are always famous; Who is drunk at Qionglin Night Banquet? Flowers follow Shui Piao, and time flies. What I see is not the restoration of the old scenery of Han and Tang dynasties; Is it the way to gather? My mind is here, and I am disappointed with the breeze. The stone pile is empty, and there is no prince and grandson to tie the horse; Qujiang is still qu, why does qu water flow?

It is getting closer and closer to the west, and it is already dusk. The afterglow shines obliquely and the sun flows. There is smoke in the cage at night, and the sun hides. Clouds half cover the moon, and starlight does not cover the lights. Fuyuan fireworks, just volley and sudden sound; Wild goose pagoda is happy, but it has been forgotten. Beautiful scenery, can not be panoramic view; The evening breeze blows gently, and you will run home. Outside the Thousand Tree Pavilion, I used to lean on Yushu; I boarded the Yuejiang Tower, but unfortunately I didn't. When I left the garden, I still looked back, although I had dreamed for a long time. Another day of revisiting Hebei can be made up with Sven. (Published in China CifuNo. 18)