What are the poems related to bridges?

Zhangji in Chengdu District

In full of green, a large area of water west of Jinjiang, litchi on the hillside ripens after rain.

There are many restaurants near Wan Li Bridge. Who do tourists like to stay in?

You Xin Qiji

A stream of water is rushing and overlapping, and the head of the stream is thundering.

The ship struggled so hard that it couldn't get on at a distance.

On the mountain, the wind blew, blowing crane sheng, the mountain predecessors looked at Cui Yun screen.

Penglai searched for Yaochi Road in vain, and there was a curtain pavilion on earth.

The jade girl sings in front of the mountain, and the smoke bun moves clear waves.

Tourists go to Fenglin at night, and the moon is full of empty mountains.

It is said that immortals avoid Qin, and love follows the water.

Flowers bloom and fall nowhere, as if playing the flute and smelling the fragrance on a moonlit night.

Thousands of feet muddles along, the blue wall is high, whoever rapes is stuck in the firewood.

Wan Li, the immortal, built a bridge by the wind.

There is Lu Yu dust on the top of the mountain. I want to find a prince and grandson to try.

See you at the height of Cangya, and see the tourists in twos and threes.

Graceful boulders without teeth will be worn away by years.

The whole world is looking for Optimus Prime, but there is nothing they can do.

The mountain has been here for many years, and all kinds of strange things are still there.

Try to ask Mr. Jing She before Bao's gossip.

There is a guest emperor in the mountains who sings poetry and sits fishing in the Rocky Mountain every day.

When will Xibaizai come back?

Do all the wonderful things in Sang Ma and find a better place to stay.

Now it's like an arrow, not like getting on the boat when it comes.

Jiu qu Ji pin Zhu

Fishing boats are by the winding stream, and the shadow of Man Ting Peak is immersed in Qingchuan.

When Hongqiao broke, there was no news, and the mountains and rivers locked in smoke.

Jade girl mountain is graceful, who can arrange flowers by the water?

Highway flyovers do not dream of balconies, but thrive in the mountains.

Terry Qu Jun watched the ship sail, but he didn't know the geometric year when it stopped.

The sea in Sangtian is so rich that foam lanterns dare to feel sorry for themselves.

There are four rocks in the east and west, and rock flowers hang out.

No one sees the golden rooster, and the moon is full of mountains and rivers.

Wuqu Mountain has high clouds and deep air, and it is dark and flat for a long time.

There are strangers in the forest, but the eternal heart is in the voice.

In the six songs, Cangping encircles Biwan, and scorpions cover firewood all day.

Guests come to lean on rocks and flowers fall, and apes and birds are not surprised by spring.

Seven bends move the boat to the blue beach, and the hidden screen looks back.

However, I feel sorry for the rain on the peak last night, adding a bit of chill to the flying spring.

Eight winds and smoke are about to open, and the drum tower rock is wrapped in water.

Mo Yan has no beautiful scenery here, so tourists can't get on.

Jiuqu will be blind, and Sang Ma will see the rain and dew.

Yu Lang is more looking for Taoyuan Road, but there is another day on earth.

Jing Tian Sha Chun Wu Ming

The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.

Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

Send someone to visit the Xunhe River in Wudu.

When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.

Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.

The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.

Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.

Liu Yuxi of Wuyi Lane

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

The south of the monk in a quatrain

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Li Bai, Xie Tiao North Building, Qiudeng Xuancheng

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.

Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.

Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

Li Bai's six songs in the plug

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.

The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.

I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.

When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax in the south.

It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another.

Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep.

Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again?

Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge.

Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky.

The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears.

When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao.

White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream.

This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town.

In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late.

Destroy the leaves of plane trees and the branches of Xiao Sa begonia.

I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears.

Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family.

The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha.

With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu blows the sword flowers.

Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up.

The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring.

Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li.

The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom.

With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.

Huangfuxiang of Bijian Mountain Villa visited Liu Changqing.

The abandoned village has seen the sun again and fallen leaves are falling.

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.

Who would go to Baiyun if they didn't have the same disease?

Be good and prosper Wen Tingyun early.

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Zaofa Zhu Xia Fan Chengda

After morning makeup, I broke a slight cold and chatted wearily through the saddle.

The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap.

When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.

Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking.

Zaofa Zhu Xia Fan Chengda

After morning makeup, I broke a slight cold and chatted wearily through the saddle.

The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap.

When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.

Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking.

Chugui Shihu Fan Chengda

Morning fog is baking in the blue sky, and the west bank of Hengtang spans the east of the city.

Pedestrians smell of rice flowers and stay in the leaves of herons.

Believe in your own feet, you can know the old road, and you can recognize your neighbors when you are shocked.

At that time, I planted a willow bridge and countless flowers swept away.

Wang Meihua cotton

In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were as green as drops.

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge.

Huang Shang Sincerity on Dongyang Road

The valley is pale and thin, and it passes through the forest obliquely during the day.

The cliff collapses and detours, and the wood falls to see others.

The wild water is noisy and the mountain bridge is shallow sand.

Sebiferum, the former village sapium sebiferum, is ripe, and it is suspected to be early plum.

Yangwanli Yang Guo village

Both sides of the stone bridge are densely populated, and horses are like rivers, all over the village.

Liu Yang Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis.

Red and white flowers are close to water, sky blue and yellow.

Zheng er's peace is still in the way. Why don't you work hard, back in the game?

Linjiang Chen xian Yu xing

Recalling drinking on the bridge yesterday afternoon, most people sitting on it were Hao Ying, and Ryutsuki in the long ditch went silent and apricot blossom.

In the thin shadow, the flute blows until dawn.

It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked! Go to the small pavilion to see the new sunny, ancient and modern.

How many things, fishermen sing at night.

Zheng Guangzu in Dream of the Moon

My fur dust is on the saddle, my whip is tired, reeds are swaying, my bow and arrow rustle, all the way into the mist, moving my arms, the west wind and millet, autumn water and the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, three lines and two lines, written vividly in the sky, geese fall on the flat sand, the west side of the curved bank, the fishing net next to the inlet, the east wall of the broken bridge and the bamboo fence next to the mountain.

Braving the cold to find Cao Cao.

The northern army boarded the Taihang Mountain. How difficult it is to climb this high mountain!

Sakamoto Road is a bumpy road with bumpy wheels.

How desolate the trees are! The north wind sounds sad.

When the bear was on the sidewalk, tigers and leopards stood on both sides of the street howling.

The valley is desolate, sparsely populated and covered with heavy snow.

Looking up, the long voice sighed, and the long journey was continuous.

Why is my heart depressed? I want to go back to the East.

The bridge is too deep to enter, and the army is on the road.

Lost in marching, there is no place to stay at night.

Walking, walking, a long day, the tired horse is hungry and hungry.

He walked along the side of the wolves, chopping wood and cutting ice to fill his stomach.

Sadness makes me sad.

Bai Zhu Juyi on Bieqiao

If you don't follow the rules when crossing the bridge, it may prevent pedestrians from being injured.

I want to be ashamed of my lack of love, and I won't be like Gan Tang if I don't teach you.

Recall the old story of the spring trip to Erlin Temple and pay tribute to Bai Juyi, the third master of the romantic club.

A farewell to Lin Dong is three springs, and every spring seems to often recall the feelings of relatives.

The monk is a guest at the meeting and a veteran of the paid class.

After a long silence, it is difficult to find magic bubbles.

On the bridge of the most shameful monk club, 18 people are empty.

Shang Xiao Tianjin Bridge looked around and met Lu Langzhong and Bird and poured Bai Juyi with wine.

After the morning bell in Shangyang Palace and before the waning moon in Qiaotou, Tianjin.

The clearing is not the lower bound, but it seems to float in the sky.

Xinghe? Noisy wink? ジジ ジ ジ ジ ジ ジ ジ ジ ジ ジ?

Meet here, pour Yi Deng, and you will know that there are immortals on the ground.

Folk songs of Southern Dynasties in Xizhou District

Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River.

Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows.

Where is Xixi Jiao? Cross the bridge at the west paddle.

It's getting late, Shrike flies away, and the night wind blows into Sapium sebiferum.

Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door.

She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers.

Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller.

With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.

Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent.

Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky.

The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband.

Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day.

The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade.

The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green.

If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad.

Nanfeng knew what I meant and dreamed of Xizhou.

Feng he shan chi Yu Xin

Xiaoyao Palace is more carefree and will be temporarily returned.

The sound of the tomb is absolutely waves, flying over the canal.

Osmanthus fragrans has not fallen, and the same leaves are semi-sparse.

The wind scares the birds, and the bridge shadows the fish.

The setting sun is all over the mountain, and the clouds bring rain back.

Join the army, Ruth said

The fire of Shuofang Peak shines on Ganquan, and Chang 'an will fly out of Qilian.

The jade sword in Xiqu is a beautiful family, with a white horse and gold.

In the Ming Dynasty, Yan Yuetun was on the right, and fish, pears and bamboos appeared on the left at dusk.

Shi Hu held an arrow in the valley, and the Jin people on the mountain once offered sacrifices to heaven.

The end of the world is endless, and the thistle gate is three thousand miles.

Meet Maling Huangsha and see Yunli Dragon City in the evening.

The strange trees in the courtyard have climbed, but the recruits from the Great Wall are gone forever.

The first snow outside Tianshan Mountain, the clouds go straight to Wuyuan.

You can't cross the mountain, who can sit on wheatgrass?

Running water breaks a man's intestines, while Chen Bing hurts a horse's bones.

Unlike China, the border court saves trouble, and first frost does not rest in winter and autumn.

The long wind rustles over the water, and the geese return to the sky.

Joined the army, went to Wan Li and left Long Ting,

Now that Khan Weiqiao has worshipped, where can the general seek fame?