Poetry about the city of Yiwu

1. Ancient poems describing Yiwu

Selections of Yiwu Poems Yiwu has always been home to numerous literati and wrote many poems.

Today, I will select some of the poems that are more innovative in their lyrical chants and descriptions of scenery. The first part is written by a native of Yiwu and includes works written before the founding of the People's Republic of China; the second part is composed of works by people from other counties praising Yiwu's culture and scenery, both ancient and modern.

Joining the Army King Luo Bin of the Tang Dynasty paid great attention to the whole army in his life. The sun in the wild is divided into shadows, and the stars in the sky combine with swords.

The bow string hugs the Han moon, and the horse's feet trample on the dust. I don't want to live in the fortress, I just want to die to repay you.

Departing from Zhuji early, he traveled a long way to Huaiyuan and drove to dangerous mountains early. The thin smoke spreads across the mountain, and the light frost and astringency return to the turbulence.

The sky is dark with wild fog, and the mountain wind is cold at dawn. The imperial city is close to Bahu, and Yu's cave is on the bank of the river.

The orange nature should be transformed, and the heart will be relieved of uneasiness. It is difficult to cover the tears of the poor road alone, and it is difficult to travel with long songs.

Send people away in Yishui. This is a place where Yandan is a place where strong men are proud of their crowns. The people were gone in those days, but the water is still cold today.

Yong Huai Young people are ignorant and do not know how to deal with difficulties. One word is as fragrant as cinnamon, and the whole world smells like orchid.

The sword is in memory of Chu, and the golden vertebra is promised to repay Korea. Being modest is just a matter of trust, and following the traces is unreasonable.

Taixi passes through the dangerous mountains, sighing at the end of the years. Forget about opportunities and meet customs, stay humble and have peace of mind.

Ruan Ji roared in the air, but Liu Kun was not happy alone. The garden is fragrant ten steps away, and the moon is shining brightly in the three autumn months.

The sparseness of the locust trees is not enough, and the pines are late and cold. Sadness tunes the strings in an urgent manner, while poverty and sorrow lead to a broad tone in drunkenness.

Don’t divert the flowing water to the common people. Passing through the Pass in Rain and Clearness Zongze of the Song Dynasty Yan Bei is quiet and Hu Chen is quiet, Henan is carrying out troops, the wind and clouds are gathering together, and the sky and earth are clear and bright.

Weeping and crying, weeping and scorching, weeping and drying up, we have to travel a long way to the capital without hesitation. On the road, people from the countryside laugh at the thinness of their servants and horses. They laugh when they grow up, but they still run away in shame. They don’t rely on horses to support their saddles. How can they be respected as kings when they scold them? Sweat and blood can see the country, Lu Zhong is grateful, don't bully the horse to be thin, use your strategy to reach Jinmen.

Early departure. The umbrella is drooping on the road sand. The water is long and the mountains are long and the road is full of flowers. I see the situation in my mind and have a plan in mind. I walk slowly and quietly without any fuss. Inscribed on Shibijingshe by Liu Zuyin of the Song Dynasty. The jielu is surrounded by peaks in the old eyes, with faint pines and firs leading to winding paths.

There are thousands of bamboos on the edge of the remaining planting field, and there is a nest of wind in the forest near the camp. I want to sleep quietly and dream of spring. I sit down and watch the moon fall in the sky.

Check everything in my life, what about my descendants? Its end. Knowing about the affairs of Lianzhou Tiao, he resigned. He was in charge of Taizhou Chongtao Temple and gave a sense of gratitude. Liu Shilong of the Song Dynasty. In his life of a hundred years, there was no trace of poverty.

Like a flower before the wind, it blooms and fades instantly. At that time, the cattle were herded vertically. Who was the noble and the enemy?

The haggard farmer is waiting for guests. When the husband is lucky enough, the excrement becomes a jade stone.

Once favor wanes, gold loses its color. This is true in ancient and modern times. Why should I sigh now?

Danxi by Xu Qiao, Song Dynasty The mountains in Danxi are all affectionate, and the surrounding mountains are lined with greetings. The double show coming out of the east soars into the sky.

I only saw two peaks in front of me. The two rivers come from the south and look at each other brightly, and then merge into the west to stay.

There is a section of green mountain in this stream, with a garden of ten acres in the middle. Follow me? However, there are several houses, and bamboos and chrysanthemums are planted around them.

Walking with a stick, the scenery is beautiful, and you sit down to read to the sages with your book open. I am so sorry that I have such leisure time in heaven and earth.

Don’t be discouraged by the greatness of your age, and you should live up to your reputation. Fishing Alum Yu Liangneng of the Song Dynasty If you are not greedy for the red leaf carp, you should also love the blue stream.

The wind blows and the flowers fall, and the clouds break and the moon sinks the hook. Sad Xia Qi Sad Xia Qi, the seedlings in the southern acres have not grown, and the grass in Donggao has grown.

Now the women are in charge of paying and paying, and the young men are alone in cultivating barnyard grass. Sad summer border, scorching hot weather on the back? Chickens cannot drink from the clear stream when they are thirsty.

It is better to know that in the iceberg of the waterside pavilion, I still feel that the sun is not in the west. 2. Poems about Yiwu (more than 3 sentences)

King Luo Bin was from Yiwu, and some descendants called him Luo Yiwu. In addition to "Goose", which I wrote when I was a child, I know of two other songs, attached.

Give people a gift in Yishui

This place is not Yandan,

A strong man will be crowned.

The people were gone back then,

Today the water is still cold.

Chanting Cicadas in Prison

The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the South are thinking deeply.

Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.

It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.

No one believes in nobleness, no one can show his sincerity.

Zhou Mi was once the magistrate of Yiwu and has two poems, but they seem to have nothing to do with Yiwu.

There is also a poem "Xiuchuan Lake" that goes: "I have heard about the water in the southeastern hills for a long time, and no one in the province has ever mentioned Yiwu. The vast expanse of waves shocked the eyes of visitors, and they only knew that there was Xiuchuan Lake in it." It may be inspiring to my brother. 3. Ancient poems praising Yiwu

Yiwu has always produced numerous literati and composed many poems. Today, I will select and compile some of the poems that are more innovative in their lyrical chants and descriptions of scenery. The first part is written by a native of Yiwu and includes works written before the founding of the People's Republic of China; the second part is composed of works by people from other counties praising Yiwu's culture and scenery, both ancient and modern.

Danxi, Song Dynasty, Xu Qiao

Danxi, the mountains are all sentimental, and the surrounding mountains are like welcoming guests. The double show coming out of the east soars into the sky. But I saw two peaks in front of me. The two rivers come from the south and look at each other brightly, and then merge to the west to stay. There is a section of green mountain in this stream, with a garden of ten acres in the middle. Follow me? However, there are several houses, and bamboos and chrysanthemums are planted around them. Walking with a stick, the scenery is beautiful, and you sit down to read to the sages with your book open. I am so sorry that I have such leisure time in heaven and earth. Don't be discouraged by the greatness of your age, and you should live up to your mountains and rivers.

Pastoral Miscellany in Spring Yuan Dynasty·Liu Yinggui

A solitary dog ??guards the door all day, this room also has its own paradise. There are not many roads covered by plum blossoms and bamboos, and there is another village where people are talking and frogs are singing. In the corner of the house, dead vines stick to the trees, and wild water flows into the stream in the fields. I came to pick up the spring breeze sentence and share it with the sand gull Mo Langyan.

Qingyan Mountain

In the secluded Qingyan Mountain, houses are built to open up wasteland. Mountains line up to the left and right, and twin streams ring from east to west. Xiao Ran kept the silence, surrounded by pendants and poles. Fortunately, Lin Quan is clear and victorious, and I will live in darkness for the time being. 4. Poems praising Yiwu

Selected Poems from Yiwu Yiwu has always produced numerous literati and composed many poems.

Today, I will select some of the poems that are more innovative in their lyrical chants and descriptions of scenery. The first part is written by a native of Yiwu and includes works written before the founding of the People's Republic of China; the second part is composed of works by people from other counties praising Yiwu's culture and scenery, both ancient and modern.

Joining the Army King Luo Bin of the Tang Dynasty paid great attention to the whole army in his life. The wild sun is divided into shadows, and the stars in the sky combine with swords.

The bow string hugs the Han moon, and the horse's feet trample on the dust. I don't want to live in the fortress, I just want to die to repay you.

Departing from Zhuji early, he traveled a long way to Huaiyuan and drove to dangerous mountains early. The thin smoke spreads across the mountain, and the light frost returns to the turbulent air.

The sky is dark with wild fog, and the mountain wind is cold at dawn. The imperial city is close to Bahu, and Yu's cave is on the bank of the Yangtze River.

The orange nature should be transformed, and the heart will be relieved of uneasiness. It is difficult to cover the tears of the poor road alone, and it is difficult to travel with long songs.

Send people away in Yishui. This is a place where Yandan is a place where strong men are crowned with glory. The people were gone in those days, but the water is still cold today.

Yong Huai A young man has little knowledge and does not know how to deal with difficulties. One word is as fragrant as cinnamon, and the whole world smells like orchid.

The sword is in memory of Chu, and the golden vertebra is promised to repay Korea. Being modest is just a matter of trust, and following the traces is unreasonable.

Taixi passes through the dangerous mountains, sighing at the end of the years. Forget about opportunities and meet customs, stay clumsy and have peace of mind.

Ruan Ji roared in the air, but Liu Kun was not happy alone. The garden is fragrant ten steps away, and the moon is shining brightly in the three autumn months.

The sparseness of the locust trees is not enough, and the pines are late and cold. Sadness tunes the strings in an urgent manner, while poverty and sorrow lead to a broad tone in drunkenness.

Don’t divert the flowing water to the common people. Passing through the Pass in Rain and Clearness by Zongze of the Song Dynasty Yanbei is quiet and Hu Chen is quiet, Henan is carrying out troops, the wind and clouds are gathering together, and the sky and earth are clear and bright.

Weeping and crying, weeping and scorching, weeping and drying up, we will not hesitate to travel a long way to the capital. On the road, people from the countryside laugh at the thinness of their servants and horses. They laugh when they grow up, but they still run away in shame. They don’t have horses to support them, so how can they be kings when they scold them? Sweat and blood can see the country, Lu Zhong is grateful, don't bully the horse to be thin, use your strategy to reach Jinmen.

Early departure. The umbrella is drooping on the road sand. The water is long and the mountains are long and the road is full of flowers. I see the situation in my mind and have a plan in mind. I walk slowly and quietly without any fuss. Inscribed on Shibijingshe by Liu Zuyin of the Song Dynasty. The jielu is surrounded by peaks in the old eyes, with faint pines and firs leading to winding paths.

There are thousands of bamboos on the edge of the remaining planting field, and there is a nest of wind in the forest near the camp. I want to sleep quietly and dream of spring. I sit down and watch the moon fall in the sky.

Check everything in my life, what about my descendants? Its end. Knowing about the affairs of Lianzhou Tiao, he resigned. He was in charge of Taizhou Chongtao Temple and gave a sense of gratitude. Liu Shilong of the Song Dynasty. In his life of a hundred years, there was no trace of poverty.

Like a flower before the wind, it blooms and fades instantly. At that time, the cattle were herded vertically. Who was the noble and the enemy?

The haggard farmer is waiting for guests. When the husband is lucky enough, the excrement becomes a jade stone.

Once favor wanes, gold loses its color. This is true in ancient and modern times. Why should I sigh now?

Danxi by Xu Qiao, Song Dynasty The mountains in Danxi are all affectionate, and the surrounding mountains are lined with greetings. The double show coming out of the east soars into the sky.

I only saw two peaks in front of me. The two rivers come from the south and look at each other brightly, and then merge into the west to stay.

There is a section of green mountain in this stream, with a garden of ten acres in the middle. Follow me? However, there are several houses, and bamboos and chrysanthemums are planted around them.

Walking with a stick, the scenery is beautiful, and you sit down to read to the sages with your book open. I am so sorry that I have such leisure time in heaven and earth.

Don’t be discouraged by the greatness of your age, and you should live up to your reputation. Fishing Alum Yu Liangneng of the Song Dynasty If you are not greedy for the red leaf carp, you should also love the blue stream.

The wind blows and the flowers fall, and the clouds break and the moon sinks the hook. Sad Xia Qi Sad Xia Qi, the seedlings in the southern acres have not grown, and the grass in Donggao has grown.

Now the women are in charge of paying and paying, and the young men are alone in cultivating barnyard grass. Sad summer border, scorching hot weather on the back? Chickens cannot drink from the clear stream when they are thirsty.

It is better to know that in the iceberg of the waterside pavilion, I still feel that the sun is not in the west. Written with feelings about the death of the Song Dynasty, Feng Youren of the Song Dynasty. Hunting and conquering the dusty axis of the earth, who is the Han Mountains and Rivers in front of me.

The lonely minister swallowed Hu Zhi and shed many tears in the new pavilion. Villa Yuan·Jinjuan At the end of the Qingcun River, there is a solitary village hidden in the forest.

The stone old strawberry moss road, the gate is deserted and the wall is covered with grass. The autumn leaves are slippery when people walk, and the cranes stand tall and cool in the evening.

After returning from farming, the coir raincoat hangs in the sunset. Pastoral Miscellany in Spring Yuan Dynasty·Liu Yinggui A single dog guarding the door all day long, this room also has its own paradise.

There are no roads covered by plum blossoms and bamboos, and there is another village where people are talking and frogs are singing. In the corner of the house, dead vines stick to the trees, and wild water flows into the stream in the fields.

I came to pick up the spring breeze sentence and share it with the sand gull Mo Langyan. Embroidered Lake Yuan·Huang Xujin The clouds are hanging down and the day is hazy, the lake is the only color.

The thin evening wind revives, and the snow begins to accumulate at night. The condensation of Yin is strong, and the noise of dust subsides for a while.

After sitting for a long time and hearing the sound of a child, I suddenly heard nothing. Comrades No. 1 and 2 in Kangzhou Zhilizhong. There is a road to the old mountain but no way to go, and the light cares about the dream.

I am really laughing at myself when I am wandering around the world of mortals. I am competing to see who can compete with me when I travel to Baishe in the old days. There are thousands of rocks in my chest, but my eyes are filled with empty images.

The wild geese are gone before the wind and rain stop. This feeling is so vague that it is difficult to be poor. Passing Ji Pavilion Yuan Dynasty Ding Cun The spring breeze leads the staff through Ji Pavilion, and the water is green on the first day.

A hundred hectares of clear waves and blue falls, a group of returning geese crossing the blue sky. The birds gathered in the eaves and couplets know the good of people, and the dragons and dragons in the mountains and rivers feel the spirit of the earth.

It’s a shame that all the old bills have been lost, and there are only a few left in tears in the wind. Pastoral Miscellany in Spring by Wu Wangyu of the Yuan Dynasty The wild water is muddy and the geese are playing, and the grasshoppers are sunbathing in the gaps between the sparse fences.

The grass is green, cattle and sheep are lying around, and the door is quiet, no one is around, and there are many birds. When the husband is tired and leans on the plow, he needs his wife to feed him. When the old man is happy, he strikes the soil and sings the sun's song.

The newcomers have their own livelihood, and they like to live in honeycombs under the eaves. Spring Pastoral Miscellany (palindrome) Chen Xisheng, Yuan Dynasty Plows and hoeing are all over the fields, farmers are boiling, and the trees are red with the sound of blood vomiting and cuckoos vomiting blood.

The seedlings stand tall and the needles are green, and the wheat waves are green and green. The cock crows, the rain falls in the quiet flower village during the day, and the clams bark towards the cold grass bank and the wind blows.

Outside the stream, the clouds pass by and the flutes are in chaos, and there is a slight smoke and wild-colored trees and green onions. Xiu Lake Ming Dynasty·Wang Yi On the Huachuan River for ten miles, it is a pleasant trip every year.

The temple is under the forest of rain flowers and the side building of Fengliu Posthouse. Desert Wu Rongpu, Yiyi Du Ruozhou.

In my life, I am not allowed to pay for my affairs. Qingyan Mountain In the secluded Qingyan Mountain, houses are built to open up wasteland.

Mountains line up to the left and right, and twin streams ring from east to west. Xiao Ran kept the silence, surrounded by pendants and poles.

Lin Quan is lucky to be clear and victorious, and I will live in darkness for the time being. Build a city 贴 Build a city in the morning and build a city in the evening. The city is built so high that it often collapses.

It rains heavily in May in the south of the Yangtze River, and everyone suffers with the collapse and construction. Everyone builds cities and sells more land, and small families sell their products to help make money.

Every inch of the building in the morning and a foot in the evening are all the blood of the people. Fighting for the height of the city can prevent thieves, but what is the benefit of the people when their power is exhausted?

Don’t you see, your majesty’s virtues are as high as the sky, and you have been a family all over the world for thousands of years. You can’t rely on the golden soup, so how can you sit down and let the people’s strength be reduced? Water Bamboo Cave Tian Ming Dynasty·Wang Chu The clear water outside the pavilion is turbulent, and the green stems are planted around the pavilion.

The glass light soaks through the windows and is cold, and the shade of Pei Cui is covered with cold pillows. The child catches the fish now and then catches it, the Taoist cuts the bamboo basket skillfully and makes it the best.

When the wind blows, the jade is struck like a flying fairy ringing its ring. Ode to the Journey, Fu Zao, Ming Dynasty: Heading towards Lingpu in the morning and staying in the Yangtze River in the evening.

The customs of Dujiang are very different, and you can garrison in the distance to look at Zhongpi. A man attaches great importance to his merits and deeds, and would rather love the pine and chrysanthemum period.

I admire Xie Anshi and descend to the east mountain frontier. If you have great achievements, you will have no taboos. You can just talk and laugh at chess.

Shi Bi Ming · Li Heming The blue stone rises at the beginning of the day, and the spring breeze clears up the mountain. Occasionally I go out with the yellow calf and walk leisurely by the green stream.

The quiet bird is speechless, and the falling flowers make a sound. Looking back at the waterfall, there are white clouds growing under the trees.

Long Qiu and Yun Zhu Lian, Ming Dynasty A floating monk makes tea outside the bamboo, and the wind warms the grass and the deer sing in the sand. Where can I see mountaineers in the Qingxi River and count fallen flowers in front of the waterfall rock?

On the second day of New Year's Day, snow fell on the plains. Zhu Xiang, Ming Dynasty: Snowflakes flew all night in the spring suburbs, and the branches of the trees were completely covered with makeup. White as far as the eye can see. 5. Yiwu local poetry

Yiwu welcomes you - written on the days when foreign builders returned to Yiwu after the festival

Xia Bingnanzi

Time flies in time and space , seize the day and night with family reunion. It’s the New Year holiday in a blink of an eye,

In the wine glass of family, friendship and righteousness. It's not easy to get together and say goodbye, and each of us has to run away.

We can only wait to be together again next year.

The dawn of the Year of the Tiger in Yiwu brings a brand new air. The breath changes and the love remains unwavering,

The fragrance of tea is full of friendship. We have a tacit understanding after living together, and we have made an appointment to come together.

You and I will work together!

In this city of ordinary people, everything is full of vitality. Small commodities create miracles,

become world-famous and become No. 1. Regardless of whether you are unfamiliar or familiar, you can brush up your scores here.

Life will have meaning.

Maybe you work as an accountant; maybe you work as a translator; maybe in a workshop day and night;

Maybe you climb stairs with a backpack; maybe build walls and carry mud; maybe shine shoes or sweep the floor;

Maybe you have been unhappy.

No matter where the job is? Don't complain about high or low birth status, as long as it is legal and reasonable,

As long as you are diligent and willing to work hard. Construction and development need you, and at the same time, we need to hone ourselves.

Continuously create new achievements!

It is indeed not easy for Yiwu to be famous now. There are many locals with a large out-of-town population.

It is only through the concerted efforts of everyone that we can achieve today’s great achievements. Don’t bully anyone.

The merits of the common people must be remembered.

A new smile blooms in the Year of the Tiger, a period of great power and power for the tiger and the tiger.

We welcome you all to come here. I touch you with my sincerity and I hope you will fall in love with this place.

Yiwu always welcomes you! 6. Poems praising Yiwu

Yiwu, Yiwu

Before coming to Yiwu

I always like to write Yiwu as an obligation

This time I Entering Yiwu

Seeing the running people of Yiwu

Their duty is

Promoting the small commodity city to the international market

Entering Yiwu

I lived next to the International Logistics Center

This place is called Xia Lijiao Tang

I started to look at Yiwu carefully

He Ma's car is not a car

The factory there is the same as the factory in Shiqiaotou

Neatly lined up in pairs

Waiting for the world to review

I know the length of Zongze Road

The width of Danxi North Road

And the splendor of Yiwu Hotel

That time I was in Futian Market

I almost got lost

Bus No. 369 brought me out of my confusion

At the entrance of Xiali Jiaotang Village

Several The blond foreigner

was having a cordial conversation with the villagers

Bulldozer

A bulldozer came over

It pushed the autumn wind

Pushing the night

A young driver pushing a bulldozer

Walking through Jingyi Road

Walking through Chunhan Road

Then turned and walked into Danxi North Road

It stopped at Danxi Community

This was once a hill covered with green

After being bulldozed by it

High-rise buildings were built

The bulldozer continues to push forward

It wants to be bulldozed

All uneven places