Beautiful verses about Yangzhou snow

1. Poems describing the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou in winter

Era: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Mu

Work: To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou< /p>

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The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.

On the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute. < /p>

Era: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Mu

Work: Reminiscing

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Drinking in a down and out world OK, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

After ten years of dreaming about Yangzhou, I won the lucky name of a brothel.

Era: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Mu

Work: Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple

Content:

After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the autumn.

The steps are covered with moss and white. The birds stayed late.

Deep trees grow in the dusk, and the sun sets below the small building.

Who knew that Zhuxi Road, singing and playing music, is Yangzhou.

Era: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du Mu

Works: Two Farewell Songs

Content:

Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. .

The spring breeze is ten miles away on the Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.

Passionate but always seem to be ruthless, I can only smile in front of you.

The candle has the heart to return it. Say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.

Era: Southern Song Dynasty

Author: Jiang Kui

Work: Yangzhou Slow

Content:

On the first day of Chunxi Bingshen, I passed through Weiyang. The night snow started to fall, and the shepherd's wheat could not be seen. When entering the city, the four walls were desolate, the cold water turned blue, and the dusk gradually rose, and the garrison horns groaned sadly. Feeling sad and sighing about the past and present, because I have lived this song. The old man Qianyan thought it was as sad as "Millet".

The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi, where Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey. < /p>

Ten miles after the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green.

Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the abandoned pond and trees are still tired of talking about soldiers.

It is getting dusk and clear. The cold is blowing in the corner, and everyone is in the empty city.

Du Lang Jun's reward is so serious now that I am shocked.

Despite the cardamom's lyricism, the brothel dream is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings.

Twenty-four bridges are still there, and the heart of the waves is silent under the cold moon.

Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, I know who I was born for every year.

Send Meng Haoran to the Yellow Crane Tower Li Bai in Guangling

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. 2. About the beauty of snow Verses

1. The light shakes the golden floor of the house, and the snow shines on the jade windows of the palace ("A Dream of Red Mansions") 2. When I want to drive the Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers the bow and knife.

(Lu Lun: "Song of the Past") 3. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. (Wang Anshi: "Plum Blossom") 4. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river in the snow.

(Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue") 5. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "The Master of Staying at Furong Mountain in the Snow") 6. The snow-capped mountains are darkened by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

(Wang Changling: "Four of Seven Songs on the Military March") 7. If you want to cross the Yellow River but it is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. (Li Bai: "Traveling is Difficult") 8. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

(Gao Shi: "Farewell Dong Da")) 9. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu. (Du Fu: "Quequatrains") 10. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the sky is full of snow in August.

(Cen Shen: (Bai Xuege sends Judge Wu back to the capital)) Bai Xuege sends Judge Wu back to the capital> Cen Shen The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the snow falls in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.

The bead curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes.

The snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow.

You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan> Zu Yong The Yin ridge in Zhongnan is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.

The forest is showing its bright colors, and the city is getting colder at dusk. Spring Snow Liu Fangping The flying snow brings the spring breeze, wandering around the sky.

You look like a flower, but you are in the east of Luocheng. Snow on the River>Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared; A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

An ancient poem about scenery said: "Looking at Luofu in the snow, jade peaks rising high, I don't know that in the village under the mountain, people live in plum blossoms.

"Bodhisattva Man (Li Qingzhao) The sound of returning home is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the window and the smoke from the stove is straight.

The phoenix hairpin is bright at the bottom of the candle, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter. The sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the cow. Fighting.

It is difficult to see flowers in the spring, and the west wind has left the old cold. , the dream is broken and lonely. Quatrains (Du Fu of Tang Dynasty) Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climb into the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the ship docked in the east Wu Dynasty is "Snow Plum". (Two poems) The plum blossoms and snow in Lu Meipo are not willing to fall in spring, Sao Ren Ge’s writing review

The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. No plum blossoms are commonplace.

At dusk, the sky is full of snow, and it is very spring to write a poem with plum blossoms. There are eight beats in ten.

The barbarian people are weeping and touching the grass, and the Han soldiers are heartbroken to greet the returning guests. The feathers behind the strings, the autumn leaves in the suburbs are frightened [扌奇][扌奇] Mr. Dong, who has access to the gods, eavesdrops on the mountains and is ready to respond quickly.

The empty mountain is full of emotions. Birds disperse and gather together, thousands of miles of clouds cloud and clear. The neighing young geese lose their flock at night, cutting off the voice of Oedipus Hu'er. The river is quiet and its waves are quiet, and the birds have stopped singing.

Hometown of the Wusun tribe. Far away, the sound of sand and dust suddenly drifts, the wind blows, the rain falls on the trees, and the wild deer wanders under the east wall of Chang'an City. , Fenghuang Pond is opposite the Qingsuo Gate.

The talented man has lost all his fame and fortune, and he is waiting for you to arrive with his harp in his arms. On the seaside, the flat sand is vast and yellow.

The wind roars in Luntai in September. The gravel in the river is as big as a bucket, and the ground is covered with stones. , the generals of the Han Dynasty set out to the west.

The generals did not take off their golden armor at night, and the troops fought against each other in the middle of the night. The horse hair was like a knife, and the sweat was steaming, and the five-flowered coins were spinning like ice. In the middle of the curtain, the grass and inkstones condensed in the water.

The captives were frightened when they heard this. They knew that the soldiers did not dare to fight. The night is frosty and snowy.

The sound of drums and horns sounds solemn at the fifth watch. The shadows of the Three Gorges Galaxy are shaken. Several families cry in the wild, and fishermen and woodcutters appear in several places of Yige.

At the end of the loess, human affairs news and books are full of loneliness. "Ambition" Du Fu's three cities are garrisoned in white snow on the west mountain, and there are thousands of miles of bridges on the Qingjiang River in Nanpu.

The wind and dust in the sea are separated by brothers, and the tears are far away at the end of the world. However, he was suffering from many illnesses in his later years, and there was no chance to answer the holy pilgrimage.

When I rode out of the suburbs, my eyes were filled with unbearable depression. Yuan Zhen saw that the clouds at the top of the ridge were like a cover, and the snow was like dust on the rock. There were thousands of peaks with bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, and thousands of trees, pines, and thousands of clouds.

When the flying flowers of Gao Pian Liu enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches. Ouyang Xiuxue disappears outside the door. Thousands of mountains are green, and the flowers bloom by the river. It is sunny in February. The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is lost. Plum fragrance. 1. I saw a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. Snowflakes were falling from the sky. It was like a white tent was pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered with silver. I can't help but think of a poem: "Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom." It's so beautiful! 2. The snowflakes are as white as jade. Are they the little heavenly generals sent by the Tiangong, or the jade leaves falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, dancing like drunkenness; like blown dandelions; floating like flying; like small white flowers gifted by angels; scattered and gathered together, fluttering leisurely, light and airy, worthy of being from the earth masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies. They fell on the eaves, on the branches, and sometimes floated on the faces of passers-by.

3. The heavy snow fell one after another, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, either flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast, and fell to the ground. 4. Snow can only make people feel cold in one word.

The earth is silvery white and clean, but the snowflakes are still like catkins, cotton, and goose feathers fluttering from the sky. 5. When it snows for the first time, the snowflakes are often not very big or dense, like willow catkins floating lightly in the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become larger and larger, like a white net. , nothing can be seen even ten feet away.

6. Snow covers the roofs and roads, breaks the branches, hides the appearance of various objects, blocks roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky make the sky and the earth melt into one white body. 7. The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

The small cloud turned into a thick white cloud, slowly rising and expanding, gradually covering the sky. It's starting to snow lightly.

Suddenly, large pieces of snow fell. The wind roared, and a blizzard came.

In an instant, the dark sky met the sea of ??snow. 3. Snow's beautiful sentences and poems describing snow

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Description The beautiful poem about snow Part 1: The beautiful poem about snow. The flying snow is scattered all over the sky, which is the seed of hope that winter is spreading. Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the beautiful snowflakes are as pure and transparent as a child, representing beautiful hopes and clean dreams. How can we describe the holy appearance of snow? There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers. In front of different people, Dongxue will dance in different ways. Use your pen to praise the snow, and let the words cheer for the snow! 1. The snow in the winter morning is beautiful. If you don’t believe it, please take a look. 2. The snow on the green pine enables the lonely traveler to hear the holy voice. 3. This is winter on campus, beautiful and quiet snowflakes. 4. In the sky, crystal snowflakes dance like light jade butterflies. 5. She said to me: Don’t dirty the snow. I was in a state of emotion all day long. 6. Once autumn is over, it’s winter. Snowflakes are the most beautiful flowers in winter. 7. Bidding farewell to the autumn of abundant harvests, winter of flying snowflakes has finally arrived. 8. Snowflakes are floating in the air, and small white feathers are scattered like blown pear petals. 9. Small crystal snowflakes fell on the palm of my hand. They looked transparent. Slowly, they melted. 10. Clusters of snow fell down, like countless torn cotton balls rolling down from the sky. 11. Winter is here, and so is the cold wave. The goose-feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is dressed in white. 12. The earth is silvery white and clean, but the snowflakes are still like catkins, cotton, and goose feathers fluttering from the sky. 13. The soft little snowflakes are falling leisurely. Gradually, the small snowflakes became larger, thicker, and densely packed. 14. Snow, snow like catkins, snow like reed flowers, snow like dandelions dancing in the air, flying with the wind. 15. It's snowing, first there are small snowflakes, fluttering gently like catkins; then it falls heavier and heavier, one after another. 16. It’s snowing, piece by piece 4. Beautiful sentences describing snow

"Winter in Jinan" by Lao She This winter is extremely cold, with more than two feet of snow falling.

When I got up in the morning, I couldn't even open the damper. And large chunks of dark clouds in the sky are stacked together like tiles.

The heavy snow continues to fall, and it seems that God is really going to fill the space between heaven and earth. The mountain and the ground were covered with a thick white quilt. The sky and the earth were connected together, and the white sky looked strangely beautiful.

Feng Deying's "Bitter Cauliflower" The white snow is like small silver beads, like light raindrops, like catkins and poplar flowers, which spread out for us and hang up the vast white sky curtain for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtain, the tall buildings in the distance are vague, as if they are in the fog, as if they are in the clouds, and they look particularly beautiful.

I stepped on the wet road, and a nagging and proud voice floated in my ears: "Look, I'm here." Pan Kaihua's "Ah, White Snow" The weather was gloomy, and snowflakes were flying in groups. .

The originally desolate world in winter was covered with white and soft snow, which seemed to be richer and warmer... At this time, every tree was covered with white snow, and it was really "like a sudden night of spring breeze" Come, thousands of pear trees are blooming." Zong Pu's "Red Beans" Spring Snow Snowflakes are falling quietly.

The flying snowflakes, one after another, are like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young and indescribable lives, trembling, sinking and rippling in the vast night sky. The expression is so happy, and the changes are so magical.

Tian Jing seemed to feel that there was a giant white wing covering the earth, and before he knew it, there was a vast expanse of white. ...The warm spring snow does not have a hint of chill, but the leisurely snowflakes bring a poetic tranquility to this early spring night.

Ji Yu's "Snowflakes, Flying Quietly" Half of the city's smokers, the uneven roof tiles, still have some unmelted spring snow... and there are also tall people wearing white hats from far and near. The mountains, together with the two tall towers standing protruding from the mountains and rivers, and the rivers flowing back to the east, west, and south of Lanxi County, clearly represent this snowy scene in the south of the Yangtze River, which is unparalleled in its splendor. Yu Dafu's "Escape" Heavy Snow On this day, it was snowing heavily. I remember that when Ju Ru was here, she loved snow the most. She said that rain can clean the world and snow can purify the world.

Indeed, the auspicious snow in the countryside is beautiful! When the heavy snow was falling, falling silently from the leaden sky, Jueru and I stood side by side in front of the door, our hearts as quiet as the falling snow. Almost at the same time, we thought of Xie Daoyun's famous sentence "It's not like catkins blowing in the wind".

Even though it has become a masterpiece praised by thousands of people, I still feel that the comparison is far-fetched. How can catkins be compared with goose feather snow? It is better to use pear blossoms as a metaphor for snow.

Maybe all metaphors are lame. Silver like snow is an improvement, but snowflakes like silver is demeaning... I think Jueru's saying that snow can purify the world is very insightful: After the heavy snow, we walked outside the village, and it was all pure white. The crystal light shines, dazzling, and boundless: the yellow-brown roofs, the dilapidated walls, the messy and uneven fields, the dry and naked branches, the tangled haystacks... under a foot of heavy snow Under the cover, it is extremely clean, extremely pure, extremely beautiful, extremely quiet, the sun is shining, the silver light is shining, it is extremely beautiful! Li Ruqing's "Life and Death" The wind swept the snowflakes, violently sweeping the mountains and villages, shaking the trunks of ancient trees, knocking open the doors and windows of people's houses, and tearing off the thatch from the dilapidated houses and throwing them into the air. It spreads the cold snowflakes into other people's houses, and roars and roars with strange noises on the bare treetops, as if everything in the world is its docile slave, and it can do whatever it wants. ravage them and destroy them.

"Party Membership Registration Form" by Jun Qing The snowflakes that fell like salt powder in the morning became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into heavy goose feather snow, and Moscow turned into a silver-white world. There were several black cars, covered with snowflakes, as if they were like little black beetles stuck in the salt pile.

There are only clusters of small white birch trees. This famous cold-resistant tree is still standing strong. Although it also wears a hat of ice and snow, it still retains its majestic green color; when the strong wind blows, they sway a little. Body, the snowflakes kept falling down. "Snow and Haze in Europe" by Qin Mu Early the next morning, snowflakes were floating all over the sky, and the mountains and fields were completely white.

The wet-smelling early winter snowflakes accumulated on the trees along the road. In several places, the branches of brittle poplar trees were broken by the weight of the snow.

The foraging crows spread their wings and jump between the trees, shaking the snow on the branches. The nearby desolate mountain villages were all buried in the snow, and the distant peaks turned gray in the diffuse snow smoke; even further away, they melted into the misty sky and became misty themselves.

"The Golden Ring" by Zhou Libo The air pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and snow curtains are covered in the mountains and forests. The surrounding peaks are like icebergs, carved into zigzag shapes on the edge of the black sky.

The knee-high layer of snow filled the ravines, covered the ridges, and concealed the trenches, creating a quiet and pleasant picture that was immediately torn apart by the Siberian wind. It roared like a charge, lifted up the snow curtain arrogantly, and flew into the woods and ravines... The polo leaves exhaled miserable screams; leopards and wolves also howled with hunger and cold.

"On the Border" by Luo Binji A heavy snowflake fell outside the window, and the snowflakes fluttered toward the window glass like butterflies, bumped against the glass, and then flew to the side. (Soviet) Kochetov "The Rubins" Snow Wind The wind was blowing hard, and the snowflakes were flying in the air like torn cotton wool, falling everywhere without destination.

There is a white road at the foot of the left and right walls, as if two wide edges are added to the cement-filled stone road in the middle. There were pedestrians and a sedan carried by two people on the street.

They couldn't fight the wind and snow, and looked cowered. More and more snowflakes are falling, filling the sky with white, falling in all directions, falling on umbrellas, on the top of sedan chairs, on the sedan chair bearers' hats, and on the faces of passers-by.

The wind played with the umbrella, blowing it in all directions, and once or twice even blew it away from the hands of pedestrians. The wind roared in the air, and the sound was shrill. It mixed with the footsteps on the snow and became a kind of weird music. This music stung the ears of passers-by, as if to warn them: the wind and snow will rule the world for a long time, bright and beautiful The spring will not come back.

Ba Jin's "Home" The wind in the mountain pass roars like a dragon, venting its energy to everything it can touch. 5. Verses praising the snowy scenery of Slender West Lake

People who have always talked about the scenic beauty of West Lake mostly focus on spring and summer; and more tourists from all over the country are arriving at this time - there are fewer tourists in autumn for the time being. After winter, it becomes even more sparse.

There is a natural reason for this. In spring and summer, the temperature is warm, and the scenery on the lake is beautiful in season, such as "miscellaneous peanut trees and flocks of orioles flying around", or "gulls and herons flying in the clear sky, and the wind blowing through lotuses is refreshing", all of which need to be taught. It is not easy for people to forget their love.

In this season, who says you shouldn’t go to and fro on the lake and revel in the soft and fragrant taste? But spring flowers are lovely, shouldn’t the autumn moon also make people like it? The smoke scenery is different in the four seasons, and each true appreciater can find its own taste; however, this is not easy to generalize to ordinary people. Mr. Gao Shenfu once told us: "If you can be clear-minded, broad-minded, and... take in the scenery and understand your heart, you will have true interest."

"This is what the predecessors have said deeply through experience." 6. Good poems describing Yangzhou

Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling

Li Bai

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

Twelve Poems to Relieve Boredom

Du Fu

Shang Hu bid farewell to Yangzhou and recalled the old post building in Xiling.

In order to ask about the value of rice in Huainan, I took advantage of the opportunity to travel eastward.

Titled Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple

Du Mu

After the rain, the cicadas made a noise, and the pine trees and osmanthus trees drifted in the autumn air.

The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.

Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.

Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou.

Two Farewell Songs (Part 1)

Du Mu

Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.

The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain.

Reminiscences

Du Mu

A man in a down and out wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms.

After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, he won the reputation of a brothel. 7. Poems about praising Yangzhou

"Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"

Author: Li Bai

The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou

The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered in autumn.

On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute?

Yangzhou Slow - The Famous Capital of Huaizuo

Author: Jiang Kui

On the solstice of Chunxi Bingshen, I passed Weiyang. It's snowing at night, and I can see the shepherd's wheat. When you enter the city, you will see the depression all around, the cold water is turning green, the dusk is gradually rising, and the garrison horns are mourning. I feel sad and sigh about the past and present, because I live this song by myself. The old man Qianyan thought that there was a sadness in "millet separation".

The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi, Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey. Ten miles past the spring breeze. All the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees in the pond were abandoned, and the soldiers were still tired of talking about it. It's getting dusk, and the clear corners are blowing cold. All in the empty city.

Du Lang’s handsome reward is so heavy that I am shocked now. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, I know who I was born for every year. "Remembering Yangzhou"

Xu Ning

It was hard to shed tears on Xiao Niang's face, and her peach-leaf brows were easily filled with sadness.

The world is divided into three parts on a bright moonlit night and two parts in Yangzhou.

"Twelve Poems to Relieve Boredom"

Author: Du Fu

Shang Hu said goodbye to Yangzhou and recalled the old post building in Xiling. In order to ask about the value of Huainan rice, I took advantage of my excitement and wanted to go east.

I only love living in Yangzhou. The poplar trees are hanging on the bank and the spring air is fragrant. I dress up with flowers picked from the garden. I wear a red dress reflecting the green water by the pool - "Weiyang Bamboo Branch Poems" by Huang Shen.

Yangzhou

Zheng Banqiao

The painted boat rides the spring smoke at dawn, and the city is full of silk pipes and elm money. The adopted daughter of a thousand families teaches music first, and planting flowers ten miles away counts as farming.

The Sui embankment is not wet after the rain, and the wind blows the red sleeves to the point of reaching immortality. The poet has been injured for a long time and his hair is white. The wine is warm, fragrant and quiet.

Landing on the shore and seeing new rice seedlings with great hope

Huang Wenyang of the Qing Dynasty

The paddy fields are as green as oil, and new rice seedlings are planted everywhere to predict autumn.

Looking at the endless green, the green poplars look back on Yangzhou.