What are the poems about man and bridge?

1. What are the verses about the bridge

Lugou xiao yue

Author: Gan Long

Maodian cold chickens chirp, dawn oblique Han wants to cross.

the half hook stays in the light of Sanqiu, while the first practice draws Kagami Akira.

When I entered the meditation, I was particularly surprised by the shadow of the guest.

recently, every time I step on the western road, I forget my feelings when I touch the scenery.

Lugou Bridge (1)

Author: Gan Long

Liang Shi Heishui sounded this whip, and the previous time I went back to Siston every other year.

the west refers to the four-day journey of the bridge, which means that the heart is at the edge of the mountain cloud.

Lugouqiao (2)

Author: Ganlong

The ice pool is thick and craggy at the beginning of the fright.

You can understand the muddy current when leaning over the fence, and you should think about what to do when swimming.

Lugou Bridge (3)

Author: Gan Long

Before reading the embankment, I sighed and walked on the wall, and the scorpion was hurt with the song.

the end of land migration depends on a little determination, and only the land is carefully guarded.

Lugou Bridge (IV)

Author: Qianlong

Is the Wuding River like Yongding? Qianqiu Shu governs the worship of God.

it's only the people's livelihood that matters.

Lin Jiangxian remembers "July 7th"

Author: Zhang Zhenggao

Remembering "July 7th" with anger, the Japanese savagely invaded.

gunshots were heard by the Lugou Bridge. Life is smeared with charcoal, and there is smoke everywhere.

Eight years of fierce fighting shocked the world, and Kyushu was mostly heroic.

militarism goes to the grave. Laugh at the buffoon and cheer up the national spirit.

Qinyuanchun Qiqi Lugou Bridge missed the past

Yongding came to the west, experienced the dust and sand, and you drank in anger. Look at the wanping ruins, bullet marks are like rain; Looking at it, it is still there, and the bonfire is even on the slope. In front of the jujube mountain, I seem to hear that the smoke of war is burning iron. Eight thousand miles, broken by magic hoofs, beautiful mountains and rivers. Heroes shed tears geometry. More blood and blood. Praise the sons and daughters of China, hold the long tassel in hand, drive away tigers and leopards, and swear to defend the country. Unexpectedly, at present, fishing on the edge of the island will grind the ghost's palm frequently. When, relying on heaven and relying on a sword, I will cut Yamaraja.

Farewell to Cambridge by Xu Zhimo

I left gently, just as I came gently;

I gently waved and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;

the colourful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart.

the green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be an aquatic plant!

that pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring,

it is a rainbow in the sky crushed among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

dreaming? Support a long pole and wander to greener grass.

Load a boat full of starlight and sing songs in the splendor of starlight.

but I can't play songs, and silence is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. 2. What are the poems about the bridge?

Modern poems: Farewell to Cambridge by Xu Zhimo

Bian Zhilin's Broken Chapter: I stood on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery looked at me at the window; The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.

Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge: frosty night and Jiang Feng are worried about fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.

a message to han chuo the yangzhou magistrate by Du Mu: The green hills are faintly covered with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Twenty-four Bridges on the moonlit night, where do jade people teach blowjobs?

Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane: There are weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. The swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie an have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek: The flying bridge is separated by wild smoke, and the fishing boats are asked by the west bank of the rocky mountain. Peach blossom all day with the flow of water, taoyuan cave mouth in the stream side?

Zhang Wei called "Early Plum": a tree with cold plum and white jade strips, which is close to the village road and beside the creek bridge. I don't know if the water is coming first, but it is suspected that it has not disappeared after winter snow.

Lu You's Shen Garden: The setting sun on the city draws a corner to mourn, and Shen Garden is not a revival of the old pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, and it used to be a stunning photo.

Wuyun Bridge by Lu You: If Yebei is connected with Jinghu Lake, the ethereal flying bridge spans the air. Who will know again after the double relocation of Linggu? I came to lean in the dusk.

Lu You's Qiu Si: The Shanbuxi Bridge is in early autumn, so it's hard to swim anywhere. The monk's gallery is occasionally filled with poems, and the fish market often stays because of pesticide application.

Yang Zhou Slow by Jiang Kui: The 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent. I read the red medicine beside the bridge, and I know who I am living for every year.

Feng Yan has written "Magpie Treading": The independent small bridge is full of wind and sleeves, and the people in Pinglin Crescent will return. 3. Poems related to the bridge

1. Chen Jiyou's poem "Castle Peak Bridge is Thing" says: "Two feelings are like water and water, and Liu Waichun keeps returning. The people who waved to the ferry disappeared, and the new moon was near Qingshan. " (Suzhou Qingshan Bridge)

2. Du Mu's poem "a message to han chuo the yangzhou magistrate": "On the moonlit night of the Twenty-fourth Bridge, where do jade people teach flute?" (No.24 Bridge, Yangzhou City, Jiangsu Province)

3. He Zhizhang, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "The spring breeze will not change the old waves" (Chunbo Bridge, Shaoxing City, Zhejiang Province)

4. "Hanging Hongqiao", in Wujiang City, Jiangsu Province, is like a half-moon, and the bridge is as long as a rainbow. Song Anshi's poem "Hanging Hongqiao" says, "It's quite boastful and magnificent without this enemy.

5. "Iron Bridge", Wu Zhaoyuan in the Ming Dynasty wrote the poem "Crossing the Iron Bridge": "Boats and rafts flourish, and golden ropes open in eight ways"

6. "Fengqiao" is in Suzhou, and Tang Zhangji has the poem "a night-mooring near maple bridge": frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.

7. Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, was relegated to Hengzhou, and once left a message to Zhu Sheng's family at the bridge, "After the rain, the begonia bloomed, how much more spring scenery?" Adding Spring Colors (also known as "Drunken Hometown Spring") (Haitang Bridge in Hengxian County) 4. What are the poems related to the bridge?

In Biekang Bridge, Chengdu Qu Zhang was born in Jinjiang near the west, and the litchi in Xinyushantou was ripe.

Who do tourists like to stay in Wan Li Qiaobianduo Restaurant? You Xin Qiji, a stream of water, runs on top of each other, and the head of the stream rings like thunder. The boat struggled hard, but it couldn't get up at a distance.

On the mountain, the wind blows and cranes sound in blowing sheng, while the people in front of the mountain look at Cui Yun Screen. Penglai is looking for Yaochi Road in vain, but there is a curtain pavilion on earth.

In Yunv Mountain's previous eulogy, there was a clear wave of smoke and fog. Tourists go to the maple forest at night, and the moon is full of empty mountains.

It's said that immortals avoid Qin, and love a stream with the flowing water. Flowers bloom and fall without finding a place, as if blowing a flute and smelling it on a moonlit night.

if a thousand feet are planted with the sky and the green walls are high, it will be decided who will cunningly insert the firewood. Wan Li, the immortal, rode the wind to make a bridge.

There is a road connecting the hills with no dust. I want to find the prince and grandson to try. See you at the height of Cangya, and see the tourists in twos and threes.

The stone pavilions are short of teeth, which will last forever. The world is looking for Optimus Prime, but there is nothing to do with it.

it's been a few years since the mountain came, and everything is still strange. Try to ask from Mr. Jing She, and set it before Bao Xi's gossip.

in the mountains, there are guest emperors and teachers who spend their days singing poems and fishing in rocky mountains. When will Xibaizai return? Do all the wonderful things in Sang Ma, and find a better place to stay.

nowadays, it's like an arrow, unlike getting on a boat when you come. Nine songs of Acura, Zhu Xi, a fishing boat on the edge of a stream, and Manting Peak's shadow dipped in Qing Chuan.

when Hongqiao is broken, there is no news, and the mountains and rivers are locked with green smoke. Yunv Mountain is graceful and graceful, and who can arrange flowers by the water?

Taoist priests don't dream of balconies, but are excited to enter the former mountains and greenery. Tri-Qujun watched the boat sailing, but he didn't know the geometric year of stopping.

The sea in the mulberry field is so full that the foam lantern dares to feel sorry for itself. There are four rocks in the east and west, and the rock flowers are hanging out.

when the golden rooster crows, no one sees it, and the moon is full of mountains and rivers. Wuqu Mountain is high in clouds and deep in gas, and it is dark and flat for a long time.

there are guests in the forest who don't know each other, but it is the eternal heart in the sound. In the six songs, the pale screen surrounds the blue bay, and the scorpion covers the firewood all day long.

visitors come to lean on the rocks and flowers fall, but apes and birds are not surprised by the spring. Seven bends move the boat to the blue beach, and the hidden screen fairy palm looks back.

But I feel sorry for the rain at the head of the peak last night, which added several chills to the flying spring. Eight winds and smoke are about to open, and the drum tower rock is entangled in the water.

mo Yan has no beautiful scenery here, so tourists can't come up. Jiuqu will be blind, and Sang Ma will see the rain and dew.

Yulang is looking for Taoyuan Road, except that there is another world. The sky is clear and the sand is spring, the nameless spring mountain is warm and the wind is warm, and the curtain of the pavilion is covered.

willow swing yard. Singing warblers and dancing swallows, the small bridge is flowing red.

Tianjingsha, Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si, withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road is thin and thin, and the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

Send someone to visit Mr. Wu Du Xunhe and meet him in Gusu, and they will do their best to pillow the river. There is little idle land in the ancient palace and many small bridges in the water lane.

The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Kirara. Think back to the distance you, when the moon is not sleeping, hear the singing songs on the river, will touch your homesickness.

There are weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge in Liuyuxi, Wuyi Lane, and the setting sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. The swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie an have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

The quatrains monk Zhinan is a short awning in the shade of the ancient wood, and the stick helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

In the picturesque Li Bai River in the North Building of Xie Tiao, Xuancheng, Qiu Deng, the mountains are clear and the sky is clear. Between the two rivers, a lake of lake like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river seem like a rainbow falling from the sky.

the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?

There are six pieces of snow in Tianshan Mountains in May by Li Bai, and there are no flowers but only cold. Only in the flute " folding willow" can imagine the spring, but in reality has never seen spring.

follow the golden drum at dawn and hug the jade saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around the waist, can quickly pacify the border, for the country.

heavenly soldiers went to the north to be wild, while huma wanted to drink from the south. It's a great honor to go from battle to battle.

having a meal at sea with snow, blowing sand and sleeping. Why not break the moon, and then raise the pillow.

The steed is like the wind, whipping out of the Wei Bridge. Bend your bow and say goodbye to the moon, and insert feathers to break the arrogance of heaven.

when the stars are removed, the sea fog disappears. When he succeeded in painting Lin Pavilion, he was unique to Huo Piao Yao.

a white horse is filled with gold, and clouds and sand revolve around dreams. It's a sad festival, and I remember the border town far away.

The window of fireflies flying in autumn is full, and the frost is late every month. Destroy the leaves of plane trees, and the branches of Xiao Sa crabapple.

being alone all the time, tears empty self-knowledge. Sailu took advantage of the autumn, and the heavenly soldiers came out of the Han family.

the generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are Wolongsha. The edge of the moon follows the bow shadow, and Hu Shuang blows the sword flower.

a young woman will grow up before the jade pass. The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds of Ganquan.

the emperor of Han dynasty raised his sword and called general Li. The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are heard at the bottom.

Run wild with negative courage, and clean up the demon atmosphere in World War I.. Bijian Villa is pleased that Huangfu Shi Yu Xiang visited the abandoned village in Liu Changqing, and the leaves are falling in chaos.

there are no travelers in the ancient road, and Hanshan sees you alone. The wild bridge is broken by rain, and the stream is divided into fields.

if you are not suffering from the same disease, who will go to Baiyun? Shangshan left early, Wen Tingyun started to levy taxes in the morning, and the guests went to their hometown to grieve.

chickens crow in Maodian Moon, and there is no trace of Banqiao frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

because of thinking about Duling's dream, the geese are full of returning to the pond. Under the early bamboo, Fan Chengda ended the morning makeup and broke the slight cold, and talked wearily across the saddle.

row through the thin mist to see how many mountains overlap. When the trees are straight, the green streams take advantage of the bridge bay.

the birds are like welcoming guests, and they are in the midst of feelings and thoughts. Fan Chengda, under the early bamboo, ended his morning makeup and broke the slight cold, and talked wearily across the saddle.

row through the thin mist to see how many mountains overlap. When the trees are straight, the green streams take advantage of the bridge bay.

the birds are like welcoming guests, and they are in the midst of feelings and thoughts. Fan Chengda, the first time to return to Shihu, is foggy and baking, and the west bank of Hengtang crosses the east of the city.

pedestrians are halfway out of the rice flowers and staying in the leaves of herons. You can know the old road by believing in your feet, and you can recognize your neighbors when you are shocked.

at that time, I planted willows with oblique bridges, and countless flowers swept away. Plum Blossoms in Wang Mian In March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan are as green as drops.

No one saw the Qiang tube, and countless plum blossoms fell on the wild bridge. On Dongyang Road, Huangzhencheng Valley is pale and thin, and it is slanting through the forest during the day.

when the cliff collapses and detours, the wood falls to see others. The wild water is noisy, and the mountain bridge is shallow with sand.

Qiancun Sapium sebiferum is ripe, and it is suspected that it is early plum blossom. The two sides of Yangwanli Stone Bridge in Yangcun Village are crowded with people, and the horses are like a river in each village.

Yang Liu Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers are near the water, and the sky is blue and yellow.

Zheng Er's peace is still in the Tao. Why don't you go back to the field for hard work? Linjiang Xianchen and Xingyi drank on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of them sat on Haoying. Ryutsuki in the long ditch went silent, and in the thin shadow of apricot flowers, they played the flute until dawn. It's been like a dream for more than 2 years, although I'm shocked! Go to the small pavilion to see the new sunny, how many things have happened in ancient and modern times, and the fishermen sing the third night.

In themoon's song dream, Zheng Guangzu's dusty saddle is pressed, the whip is tired and the reeds are swaying, the bow and arrow are rustling, all the way into the haze, the arms are moving, the west wind is growing, the autumn water is growing, and the old tree Western jackdaw, three lines and two lines, writes vividly about the sky, the geese fall to the flat sand, the west side of the winding bank, and the fishing nets and rods near the inlet are fishing. How difficult it is to travel to Taihang Mountain in the north of Cao Cao in the bitter cold! Sakamoto road is a bumpy road, bumpy road wheels.

tree. 5. Poems related to the bridge

The old road is thin and thin, and the small bridge is flowing with water.

On the moor, mulberry

Li Bai

The beauty is Wei Qiaodong, and the silkworm works in spring. Then suddenly a governor of five galloped through the place, and his horse was decorated with Hua Mei and gold.

I don't know whose family it is, but I'm teasing and teasing. The man of mulberry was Qin luofu, and her beauty was famous throughout the city.

the green stripes reflect the green hands and pick the mulberry to the corner of the city. A high - ranking official like the king can not touch her, not to mention the autumn Hu.

the cold bug loves the green grass, singing the phoenix and perching on the green road. She had a favorite in her own heart, only to blame others Stupid, do not know that she has been entrusted to others.

it's only a matter of time before sunset, and you drive around in the air.

a youth trip to Weicheng

Cui Hao

Pear blossoms fly in Luoyang in February, and pedestrians in Qin recall their return in spring. Whipping his whip, he went to the south of the city, and

he made an envoy to Qinchuan at every post. The day before yesterday, the post sent a chapter to preach that Chang Anchun came early.

when the swallow arrives in Tangli Palace, the flowers are blooming in the grape house. Reading this will make people return earlier, and

they will reach Chang 'an Avenue in March. On Chang 'an Road, the spring is pitiful, and the wind is swaying by the river.

ten thousand towers face the Wei river, and the five tombs are full of flowers and willows. Qinchuan's cold food is prosperous, and

wanderers like to see flowers in spring. When the cock fights, the dust meets at the beginning, and the horse is on the platform.

the imperial city of Zhangtai is called Guili, and the song and bell of the brothel start at night. The white horse of the noble family in Guili is arrogant,

The Wuling Mountain is young and unforgiving. Both of them came to the gold market with bullets, and they sounded their whips on the Weihe Bridge.

Weicheng Qiaotou wine is newly cooked, so who will stay in the golden saddle and white horse? Poor Jinse zither and pipa,

Yutai sake is your home. Little women can't help feeling ashamed when spring comes, and they sing a beautiful song of willow flowers.

sauvignon blanc

Bai Juyi

The west wind rises in September, and the moon is cold and frosty. The autumn night is long, and the soul rises nine times a night.

when the east wind comes in February, the grass is blooming. Thinking of you in spring is late, and your intestines return nine times a day.

I live in the north of Luoqiao, and you live in the south of Luoqiao. We met at fifteen, and this year is twenty-three.

it is like a female radish, born on the side of pine. The vine is short and the branches are bitter.