Bai Juyi's Jiangnan Poems

1. Poems about Jiangnan: Tang Author: Han Yi

Send Li Xiu to Jiangnan (a work to send Sun Ge back to Jiangnan).

Cross the Huaihe River to rest grass and return to the East for thousands of miles. Wild water comes out of Wushan, and birds fly to Yue.

Lotus fragrance goes with it, and Meiyu orders clothes. Many Cangjiang customers, such as Junda, are rare.

Year: Song Author:

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

For the brothel banquet, the pretty girl recommended Yao Cup. A piece of Baiyun River looks at the moon, and the international evening tide drags on. The character was mistaken for Yaotai. Drunk wine brushed my cheek. The delicate face is no longer pink, and the fragrant red is better than the snow cage plum. The standard is particularly dusty.

Year: Song Author:

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Think about your moments in the air. One step, Huaying is in a state of confusion, and tears hang down two lines. When will the victory be? Disease is the hardest thing to keep. There is no place to put it in my heart, and the tea rack was delayed last month. Who knows that melancholy.

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity. After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Willow in the south of the Yangtze River is soft. When the flowers fall, they touch the wine lamp and the wicker blows under their heads. Everyone is romantic. The moon in Jiangnan is as complicated as a mirror. Like a mirror, it doesn't invade your face, like a hook without hanging a curtain. Dragons are pressed to leave their sorrows.

Year: Song Author:

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township. Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red. On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.

Year: Song Author:

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty. I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang. Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.

Year: Song Author:

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely. The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other. Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute easily

Year: Song Author:

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears. Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible. Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Spring is getting old, when will spring clothes change? The winding water is low, the banana leaves are stable, and the dancing wind is soft and light. The music rose to. After a light rain, there is no impulse to plow. A hundred tongues are silent, peaches and plums are exhausted, and the depths of Zhelin are singing. Spring belongs to radish.

Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Wandering prostitutes scattered around the embankment alone. The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud. Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler. There is sadness everywhere.

Year: Song Author: Li Gang

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan

Return passengers to ride across the river. Maodian chickens crow cold and tease the moon, and Banqiao is cold and frosty. Look at Chu Tianchang again. Early spring letter, mountain wild plum fragrance. The curtain reflecting water and wine rises obliquely in the sun, and fishing boats ring quietly in the forest. The sun sets.

2. A poem describing Jiangnan's stop in Guazhou.

Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi School: Four Wonders Category: Lv Ji

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Four Musts

In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.

Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Zaolanxiang Huaian Chongwu

Year: Song Author: Style: Ci

Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window. At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, and the red yarn faded. I was very sad. Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision. But disappointed, repeated the new toad, with people.

The order of warbler's voice and swallow

Year: Song Author: Style: Ci

Residual cold deceives sick wine, covering up Shen Xiang embroiders households. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late. Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind. Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret. Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset. Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms. Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable. Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled. Check in the dark, leave marks and spit happily, but still dye partridge,

3. What are Bai Juyi's poems about Jiangnan? Author: Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later?

Time: Tang and Five Dynasties

Author: Bai Juyi

Works: Jiang Nanchun

The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.

The wine in front of the street is thin and drunk, and the eyes are full of spring worries.

4. Bai Juyi's poem describing the beauty of Jiangnan Bai Juyi

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?

Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!

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How beautiful the scenery in Jiangnan is, the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. Spring is coming, and the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than the red ones, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?

The memory of Jiangnan can best evoke the memory of Hangzhou, which is like a paradise: visit Lingyin Temple to find laurel trees, board the county pavilion, rest on it and enjoy the ebb and flow of Qiantang River. When can I go to play again?

Memories of Jiangnan, and then memories of Suzhou Wugong, drinking wine and spring bamboo leaves in Wugong, watching the singers in Wugong dance like charming hibiscus. I don't know when we will meet again.

Bai Juyi's early winter

In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers.

Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.

Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.

At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.

5. There are poems written in Jiangnan. Jiangnan poetry sings Jiangnan good Tang, Bai Juyi good Jiangnan, old scenery; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Memories of Huang Fusong, Jiangnan Tang Dynasty, dark red bananas on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.

Recall Liu Yuxi's spring outing in Tang Jiangnan! Thank you, Los Angeles is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone is also a sigh.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Su Dongpo's spring scenery is not old, and the weather is beautiful. Try to watch it on a separate platform. Half the city is full of spring water, and the flowers are dark.

Liu Song Chen Weng, Qi Mei, Xia Zi Chua. Ran Ran, the island of Nine Dynasties in the sky, smiles in front of you.

People sing their own songs. A chrysanthemum under the hedge is drunk.

Flowing water asks you for thirty hooves, and autumn wind remembers my poem. Save the evening fragrance.

Seven days later, Dong Hui was before reclamation. In February, the remaining years ended at thirteen thousand.

This will be a feast. Sing about snow, except snow.

Look at the longevity department falling down again and again, and there is no straight orange millet in front of you. Sing magpie fairy.

Jiangnan is good/recalling the water of Song Zhao Shixia in Jiangnan, which is far beyond the sky. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is high and the clouds are cold, and the water is full of moonlight.

The moon reflects the water in the sky. People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to be complete.

When the scenery is good, the heart beats fast and the heart is far from the scene. Don't talk to laity.

Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Dunru has been burning for a long time, invading the bed at the first night. Lying on the bank of a cluster of lotus leaves, hibiscus is fragrant and cool.

The pillow is a fairyland. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Song Zhou Bangyan wandered around the embankment alone.

The grass is full of smoke and water, and the west of the city is cloudy and dark. Nine strangers never touch mud.

Under the peach and plum blossoms, the Spring Festival Gala was unsuccessful. Outside the wall, flowers find their way around, and Liu Yin crosses the warbler.

There is sadness everywhere. Looking back on Tang Wen Ting Yun in Jiangnan, I must hate him. I hate him very much.

I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting. After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.

After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Dai Fugu said some unfinished words, which are beneficial to the continuation of the four famous songs, and Bo Gu is interlinked with today. Three rooms in Wu Jie contain thousands of books, and every word is precious.

There are bosom friends in the world. Outside, the lake is close at hand.

Wanliu walked happily, and Baihuazhou sang drunk. Live up to your life.

Liu Song and Zhang Xian in the south of the Yangtze River are far away from the dike, and the waves are light and dusty. Today, the ancient willow bridge has seen many farewells, and it is sad to see people leave, let alone care for themselves. After slanting, the new moon rises to the west.

I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Tang Liyu dreams far away and the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous.

The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher! Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn.

Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.

Looking at Jiangnan/recalling Jiangnan Wang Songqi and Jiang Nanan, the cloud tree is half clear and half cloudy. The sail is gone, the sky is old, and the tide rises and the sun sets.

North and South are separated. Create or destroy something, and it will last forever.

Lonely smoke and fish at the foot of the mountain are clear, and the restaurant near the willow is deep. This passenger should not board the plane.

The grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as complicated as a trace. The fallen petal warbler's tongue is disorderly, and the green fan Nanpu's soul disappears.

Fight the blue robe every day. The wind is about to turn, and softness is invincible.

Far and green, after the night rain, the cold sand belt is faint. Who dreamed of Lan Heng?

Jiangnan water, river road turns to flat sand. Rain Ji, high smoke, plain training, fine wind, fine waves and cold flowers.

Give you the stars. Fame and fortune, drifting home.

Fishermen sing far ahead of Mount Cisse, and geese fly obliquely on Dongting waves. Travel around the world.

Smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the wind of embroidered curtains. In February, the pond news agency opened, and the lair of the Six Dynasties Palace was empty.

I am arrogant in the west. Wang Xiefu used to be in Qitang.

Smoke flies far away, and dreams are in a hurry. It occupies the apricot garden red.

Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep.

When does this round end? The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn.

Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.

Jiangnan wine, a place with strong flavor. Drunk in the deep lane of the spring breeze, looking for the east of Xiaoqiao Township.

Bamboo leaves are covered with gold. When sandalwood is drunk, people's faces turn red.

On the green apricot, yellow plum and bamboo pavilion, the shad are in the bitter bamboo shoots and jade plates. As drunk as a fiddler.

Jiangnan snow, light elements cut clouds. Qiongshu was surprised in early spring, and the plum blossoms were slightly cold and fragrant.

Lengying is very happy. Toad is like jade, and it is worth watching on a clear night.

Xie Nvlian's poems are full of green curtains, while Ziyou's poems are full of enthusiasm. I cherish dancing in vain.

Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Biwa smoke faint willow shore, red fragrance embellish plum days.

It is raining. Grow in front of Chu Feng sooner or later.

On a cold night, I am worried about gold, and at dusk, Jiang Shen Guan Mulan boat. Smoke and waves are connected far away.

Bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River is pure and moist. Shenjing wants to live in Shuangfeng lodge, and the backyard is lonely.

The wind and the moon are falling. Cold jade is thin, and frost and graupel urge each other.

Powder and tears flowed in the air, and the sheep cart passed by Cui Zhi. Don't cut the dragon flute easily

6. Poems describing the years when Guazhou was moored in the south of the Yangtze River: Song Author: Wang Anshi Genre: Four stops: staying in Guazhou, Jingkou with one water and one room, just a few mountains away from Zhongshan.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? About the years when I met with the river: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: The Seven Wonders are in the Qi Palace, and I heard it several times before I became Cui. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.

Bathing Huai 'an Mid-Autumn Festival Author: Song Author: Style: Words tied with silk wrist, hairpin skillfully hung, jade sleeping with gauze hidden. The silver bottle is exposed in the well, and the colorful clouds are in the window.

At that time, I wrote a pomegranate skirt, and the red yarn faded. I was very sad. Xiaomi's dream is getting old, and Tingzhou cooks smoke.

Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain.

If you miss Qin Lou and want to go back to your hometown, you should make your own decision. But disappointed, repeated the new toad, with people.

Preface: Song Author: Style: The word residual cold deceives the sick wine, covers the fragrance and embroiders the household. Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late.

Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree. Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind.

Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy. Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret.

Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden. When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset.

Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction. Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms.

Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing. The brothel is like a poem, and the tears are miserable.

Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled. Dark spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed? The phoenix fan returns and dances wildly.

Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?

The library is bright and warm all day long. When I am tired, I stay in the small garden with crutches for half a day. Author: Song Author: Lu sleeps soundly than massage, and it is warmer in October in the south of the Yangtze River. The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.

On the moon, I suddenly saw the shadow of plum blossoms, and the wind was high to send geese. A cup is too weak for you to laugh, and a cow is carrying our horn song.

Jiangnan era: Han Author: Han Anonymous genre: Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.

Date of Gift to Ye Fan: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Lu Kai gave flowers to the dragon head. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.

Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Everyone says Jiangnan is good, tourists only enter Jiangnan, and they will die in Jiangnan. Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.

The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

Jiangnan Qu era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Tingzhou picking white apples, Jiangnan Spring at sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.

Why don't old friends return? Spring flowers are too late to recover. You don't know anything new, but you teach by example.

Yang Hua Qu Nian: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: The love affair between Tang Huixiu and China, with gentle wind and yearning. Cover your tears and pay attention, fold the orchids and stay.

Jiangnan lovesickness leads, and many sighs don't make any noise. The yellow crane went to the northwest, holding my heart for thousands of miles.

Grass grows under the deep embankment and clouds enter the high city. In spring, people are thinking, and thinking is always king.

Early spring years of Nanhu Lake Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi genre: Seven-law wind returns to the clouds and breaks the rain, and the lake is warm again. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.

The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

Spring Dream Age: Tang Author: Style: Seven ancient bridal chambers rose last night, so the old people are still separated by Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

Golden Gate Age: Song Author: Style: Poems full of sadness. Cut off the north and south of the Yangtze River.

Smoke trees are separated by many fragrant letters. A few feet from Xiaoloushan.

Fine grass, solitary clouds, setting sun. Always create sunny days.

Falling flowers outside the curtain can't fly. The east wind is weak.

Age changes of old friends in a village inn: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Style: The five laws are full when the autumn moon is full, at the level of a thousand nights between a town and a village. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Style: heavy words, golden doors, screen windows and moonlight. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.

Treasure chai and emerald phoenix, a thousand miles of incense screen dreams. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.

Dream Jiangnan era: Tang Author: Huangfusong Style: The word Lan is falling, and the picture is dark red banana. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain.

At the People's Postal Bridge. Jade case year: Tang Author: Li Yu Style: The word Vatican Palace is covered with clouds, and it is getting white and covered with moss.

Broken wintersweet □ early dew. Yin Tao is vast, Yushan Wan Li is covered with trees in the south of the Yangtze River.

Crows crow, the sky will be dusk, and the sea and moon will reflect smoke. Xiuzhu low-hanging solitary crane dance

Making a fool of yourself is always a poet's fault. Time lyrics: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Style: Yuefu sunset Jiangnan smell bamboo branches, southerners are happy and northerners are sad.

Since singing new songs in the snow, until the end of March. Ancient parting years: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang's clear smoke desert willow, parting wine is half full.

More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Style: Ci still remembers Jiangnan music, when he was young and thin.

I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism. The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.

Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old. Yulouchun Age: Song Author: Yan Style: The word "red" is used to learn to dance with a soft waist, and the dancing clothes are dyed like a palace.

Woven into a wild goose outside the cloud, dyed as a light spring in the south of the Yangtze River. In the Peach Blossom Palace, there is a Song Guan, which is a beautiful night.

When I came back, the wine with double sleeves was scarred, and the fine print was unintentional. Man in Bodhisattva Age: Tang Author: Style: Ci Bao Xin Bird Peng, agarwood shovel on Wu Shanbi.

Willow, like silk, is the spring rain on the postal bridge. The painting is broken, and the grass is Jiang Nanan.

Luan mirror flowers, who knows this. Jade Butterfly Age: Tang Author: Style: The word autumn wind is sad, the traveler has not returned.

The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late. Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.

7. Bai Juyi's three ancient poems in the south of the Yangtze River and three poems recalling the south of the Yangtze River are works created by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The first poem is always about the memories of Jiangnan, and it chooses the river flowers and spring water, with the sunrise and spring water as the background, which is very beautiful and vividly depicts the beautiful scene of Jiangnan spring; The second one describes the beauty of Hangzhou, and verifies that "Jiangnan is good" through the pictures of mountain temples looking for laurel and Qiantang watching tide, expressing the author's nostalgia for Hangzhou; The third poem depicts the beauty of Suzhou, and the poet succinctly outlines the charming customs of Suzhou with wonderful poems, expressing the author's memory and yearning for Suzhou. These three words are independent and complementary, describing the beauty of scenery, elegance and femininity in Jiangnan respectively, with strong artistic generalization and wonderful artistic conception.

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Recalling Three Poems of Jiangnan (1)

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Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar [2]; At sunrise, the river is better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Secondly,

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurels in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?

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Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong once; Wu wine, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa dance drunk. See you sooner or later! [ 1]

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(1) Recalling Jiangnan: the name of Tang. The author wrote in the caption: "This song is also called' Xie Qiuniang', with five sentences each." According to Yuefu poems, "A man named" Looking at Jiangnan "in" Recalling Jiangnan "was renamed" Good Jiangnan "because of the white words." In the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, it became a epigraph name. Jiangnan here mainly refers to Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

⑵ Familiarity (ān): Familiarity. The author has been to Jiangnan three times when he was young.

(3) River flowers: flowers by the river. I am talking about the waves in the river. Red is better than flame: bright red is better than flame.

(4) Green as blue: Green is greener than blue. For example, the usage is still "Yu", which means more than. Blue and blue grasses, whose leaves can be used to make blue-green dyes.

5. "Mountain Temple" sentence: The author's poem "Dongcheng Gui" notes: "It is said that there are laurels falling in Hangzhou Tianzhu Temple every Mid-Autumn Festival." Cinnamon, osmanthus fragrans. Song Liu Yong's poem "Watching the tide of the sea is better than the southeast" says: "Sanqiu has cinnamon, and there are lotus flowers in ten miles."

[6] County Pavilion: Suspected to refer to the East Building of Hangzhou. Look at the tide head: at the entrance of Qiantang River into the sea, there are two mountains facing each other like doors, and the water is trapped in them, which is extremely fierce and is a world-famous scenic spot.

(7) Wu Palace: refers to the official tile palace built by Fu Cha, the king of Wu, which is located on Lingyan Mountain in the southwest of Suzhou.

⑻ Bamboo leaves: wine name. That is, bamboo leaves. Also refers to wine. Selected Works and Seven Lives by Zhang Xie: "There are Wucheng in the south of Beijing, bamboo leaves in the north of Henan, floating ants and stars boiling, flying flowers and flies."

Wu Wa: It was originally a beautiful name of Wu. Mei Cheng's Selected Works of Seven Hair: "Shi Xian, Zheng Shu, Yang Wen, Duan Gan, Wu Wa, Zhang Lu and Fu Yu were subdued." This word refers to Wu's beauty. Drunk hibiscus: Describe the beauty of maiko.

⑽ Morning and evening: I still say when, when. Yan Zhitui's "Yan Jiaxun Wind Exercise" in the Northern Qi Dynasty: "Give a banquet and invite Party B as a guest; When Dan met B's son in court, he asked him, "Respect Hou, and look after the house sooner or later?" " [2]

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How beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is. I have been familiar with it for a long time. Spring is coming, and the sun rises from the river, making the flowers on the river brighter than the red ones, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?

Secondly,

The memory of Jiangnan can best evoke the memory of Hangzhou: you visited Tianzhu Temple in Mid-Autumn Festival to find laurel trees, boarded the county pavilion, rested on it and enjoyed the tide of Qiantang River. When can I go to play again?

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Memories of Jiangnan, and then memories of Suzhou Wugong, drinking wine and spring bamboo leaves in Wugong, watching the singers in Wugong dance like charming hibiscus. We always meet again in the morning and evening. [3]