Please attach the title of the poem, the name of the poet and the description of the poem about Xixi Wetland.

Li E's poem says: "A stream is a song of smoke."

Amin was boating on the Xixi River on a moonlit night in Shiwan, and a poem wrote: "The white dew is full of dew, and the moonlight turns over the water. Those who go against the wind sing in the clouds. "

"Thousands of hectares of weeks, livable autumn. Chengcheng Huang, red tomatoes are purple, and Wan Huhou is not jealous. "

Wu Bentai's five poems "Bodhisattva Man";

Qushui

Goose yellow curling fish line is green, and the distant mountains are surrounded by deep streams. The breeze fanned out of the Flower Palace and the pavilion was in the water. People can't flow, and the boat is an tea stove. When the guests came to set them free, the fish dispersed.

Autumn snow

In clear autumn, I love watching the moon on the bridge and enjoying the snow in the monk temple. Unprinted Shuifengdan, White Beach, Meng Meng. From a distance, the color of nothing is different. The catch is not cold, and the fisherman lies in the fishing boat.

A cooked dish.

I didn't notice the metaphor of reeds. Reed people live in reeds. I want to knock sanyuan to participate in the liberation Zen. Tea smoke meets clouds, and water shakes. The photo is * * * carefree, and Qian Ting is a double Bai Ou.

Dasulin (said to be the seat of General Wu Wang)

Water flows around Song Dao, and Surin is as good as Qiu Chi. The elk is coming, and the old general of Wu Wang is coming. Thousands of people rode in those days, but now there are few incense lamps. When you meet an old woman, it is like a dream.

Sinking flower bed

Stop the boat and find the Flower Pier. Juanjuan plays the role of butterfly to meet people and dance. Colorful and hidden, thousands of flowers are blooming. The hive is dense and Zen, only a stone's throw away. I only saw a few flowers, and Lin Zhong urged the sunset.

Inscriptions on the map of Meizhu Mountain Villa

I finished teaching in a day or two. What will happen if I play the piano and scream?

Nymphs occupy a small space, which makes him read easily.

Ten thousand volumes are the meditation of the nest, who knows where the beauty lies?

When sitting alone, it becomes a white shadow.

Kang Youwei's Poems in Xixi Qiuxue Temple

In Manzhouli, the reeds rustle and the flowers fly to swallow Yunmengze.

Out of the lakes and mountains, you can swim in the clear spring, the autumn is old, and the Xixi River is full.

The boat has a seat in the South China Sea, so you can enjoy the autumn snow with your staff.

A cold wind blew from the distant sky and looked at a snowflake outside the window.

I am old and tired with a glass of madness in my hand.

Drunk wine helps people climb stairs, just like catkins floating in the mat.

The old man with white hair was sitting on the beach with a towel. It was too long for him to rest.

Twenty years of dreaming of Taoranting, the scenery is as bleak as Beijing.

Thinking of lú zhō ng ré n's old dream, the storm changed a lot.

Don't talk about the past, take a day trip, and the waves will return to the oars at night.

Li Xiang's lost poems

Overseas Chinese are beasts and fish, but boys are tame.

Before the machine is sprouted, benevolence and righteousness begin with compassion.

The knife has five punishments, and the characters are on the same track.

I have a legacy first, but I don't know cishi's purpose.

My friend Wang Muxian published a quasi-history.

In Xixi reeds, this merit can be continued.

Swim freely and take pictures of carp in the air.

Then pass it on to Qinghe Jun and Shao Yi Wang Jiamei.

Losing the biography of Zhen Shi published in the spring, Lin Jie was moved with joy.

It is called "Restore the Kitchen Biography" and "Guanlanzheng".

Strategy and openness, strive for laughter.

Give me a warm invitation to repay my virtue and my grandson.

People are good at hiding knives and hitting them.

The tour will continue. There is no need to waste your words.

Ji Zongshu Guan Tong, please start with your family.

Ding Lizhong's Xixi Acura

The phoenix dance and the dragon dance are gradually flat, and the sound of streams is heard under Jinling.

Outside the pavilion, the ambition is to walk, and the water is around the mountain.

Taoyuan remembers the old man.

Xixi Ganhuai

Xixi wetland is full of water,

After several turns, the bridge suddenly appeared.

Leaning against the red berries,

Smiles and sparse branches.

Snow hits pear flowers and softens shoulders.

Ao Shuang bamboo shadow is fond of cold spring.

It has a long history,

Have pity on my husband.