The canopy didn't rise at sunset. A swallow said it hurt spring.
There are some residual flowers on the river. It is easy to rain.
Lakes and seas are thousands of miles apart. The east wind pushed people away.
Peach blossom in March, water in March. Who will accompany West Lake and Brother Ling to get drunk?
-Jun changed from Wu.
The 47th Return to Yuanyang Lake in Zhu Yizun in Qing Dynasty.
Chaliao always looks at the wine market, and Goldwind Pavilion is cool in spring.
Junyou becomes a small tent, and Caiqiao is low. Song Luyou went back to the three mountains in autumn to enjoy the cool, and he was in a happy mood.
Drugs nourish food and sleep, and Jinghu still meets the autumn.
I am ecstatic to be strong for a year and still healthy.
There are no outstanding houses in Zhu Da of Biwahu Lake, and there are new boats in Wu Peng Painting House.
Although it is clear at the top of the road, thousands of miles of smoke will not go out.
-The canoe is eight feet long, with three eaves and a low canopy, and Pingzhou is occupied by misty rain.
Song Luyou Queqiaoxian
Lanterns are flying and carved saddles are flying. Who remembers the heroic deeds of that year?
The drunkards went fishing by the river alone with the title of Marquis.
The canoe is eight feet long and covered with three roofs, taking rain and smoke from Pingzhou.
Jinghuayuan is an idle person, so why give it to him?
-The awning man Tang Yin Wen Gui Jiangnan autumn has not started.
The origin of the water country praises feelings, and the savage will be clear after this meal.
A scene of early autumn sleep, half inkstone cold yin.
A fisherman in a cuckold is catching fish in a bucket, while a girl in a suit is painting lightly.
Bingxu wrote "Scenery of Jiangnan" and sent it to Ma Changqing.
-The cable is flat and the boat sleeps under the canopy.
Tanglijue south alley
Clouds bring rain, waves face the wind,
The fisherman returned to the bay.
Spring wine is fragrant, cooked perch is beautiful,
Who's drunk together? The cable sleeps at the bottom of the tent. Tang Wen Tingjun Nanhu
The breeze on the lake is cool in the sill, and the water chestnut returns to the pool.
Wild boats dock in spring grass, and waterfowl carry waves to the sunset.
The sound of reed leaves is suspicious of fog and rain, and the waves are endless like Xiaoxiang.
Floating to the east and returning home, looking back at my hometown every day.
-("Wupengchuan" is the current Wupengchuan, and "South Lake" is the South Lake in Jiaxing, Zhejiang)
I slept in a tent in the autumn rain. I drifted to the east to return home. I look back at my hometown every day.
Tang Wentingjun Nanhu Lake
The breeze on the lake is cool in the sill, and the water chestnut returns to the pool.
Wild boats dock in spring grass, and waterfowl carry waves to the sunset.
The sound of reed leaves is suspicious of fog and rain, and the waves are endless like Xiaoxiang.
Returning to my hometown across the ocean, I remember my hometown every day.
Tang Wen sent a letter to Yan Shaofu for wheels in Xiangyin.
The fishing boat is the same as the moon wheel, and the cocoon smoke is empty.
Send a letter to every goose in Sanxiang, don't bid farewell to the fisherman.
The sound of rain curtain is like the rain at night in Songjiang, and the water and wind pass through the mirror like autumn.
All day long, the hook is still intentional, and the ruler books are mostly brocade scales.
2. Poems about ships: At night, Songjiang awning drips, and water and wind spread in the mirror. Ting Yun, Tang Wen, sent a fishing boat to Yanshaofu, Xiangyin, which looked like a moon, and the cocoon smoke was empty. If you believe in Sanxiang geese, don't bid farewell to sending a fisherman. At night, Songjiang awning drips, and water and wind spread in the mirror. All day long, the hook is still intentional, and the ruler books are mostly in the brocade scale. (Note: "Songjiang" is Suzhou River in Shanghai, formerly known as Wu Shujiang; "mirror water" is the mirror lake in Shaoxing; ) —— The pontoon boat belongs to the Oriental family, and I remember Chu Township every day. Tang Wen Tingyun's "South Lake Wind Entering the Threshold and Turning over the Pool". Wild boats dock in spring grass, and waterfowl fly with the sunset. The reed leaves are suspicious of fog and rain, and the waves are endless like xiaoxiang. The pontoon boat belongs to Dongxiang, and I remember Chu Township every day. ("Wupengchuan" is now Wu. Barbarians are sober after this. In the autumn rain, he slept in a tent, and half an inkstone failed to sing cold clouds. The fisherman in the green hat can't catch any fish in the bucket, and the girl in clothes draws lightly. He wrote the scenery of Jiangnan on ice and gave it to Ma Changqing on the golden boat. The cable sleeps at the bottom of the tent. Tang Lijue, son of Nanxiang, takes rain with the clouds, waves with the wind, and fishermen return. The cable is flat and the boat sleeps under the tent. (Note: Li Xun * * * has a poem "Nanxiangzi" by 17, which describes the local customs and customs of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and this poem is about the life of a fisherman. )-Wu Peng painted a new boat. Song and autumn return to the three mountains to enjoy the cool, and they like to have medicine to feed and sleep, and Jinghu is still in autumn. The smoke waves on the vast earth are immortals. -The canoe is eight feet long and has three low eaves, occupying the misty rain in Pingzhou. Song Luyou's fairy lamp is on the Magpie Bridge, and there are flowers and carved saddles everywhere. Who remembers the heroic deeds of that year? Drunks hold the title of Marquis one by one, working alone and fishing by the river. Pingzhou misty rain, eight feet alone, three low eaves. Jinghuyuan belongs to idle people, so why bother? It hurts spring. There are some residual flowers on the river. It's easy for the wind to make it rain. Lakes and seas are thousands of miles apart. The east wind pushes pedestrians. Peach blossoms are in March. Who will accompany the West Lake to get drunk? -Junyou was changed to a statue of Yuanyang Lake in Zhu Xiaoqing, Wu Peng. No.47 wine market is often seen in Chaliao, and Goldwind Pavilion is cool in spring. You have changed, Cai Qiao is low.
3. Find a noun poem about Jiangnan ships and write one-the sound of Songjiang awning dripping at night. The water in the mirror is from autumn.
Tang Wen Ting Yun sent a fishing boat to Yan Shaofu in Xiangyin and asked for fishing. The fishing wheel is the same shape as the moon wheel, and the cocoon smoke is empty. If you send a letter to every goose in Sanxiang, don't say goodbye and send a fisherman thousands of miles away.
The sound of the awning is like the rain in Songjiang night, and the autumn wind is over the mirror. All day long, the hook is still intentional, and the ruler books are mostly brocade scales.
(Note: "Awning sound" refers to the sound of raindrops hitting the awning; Songjiang is the Suzhou River in Shanghai, formerly known as Wu Shujiang; "mirror water" is the mirror lake in Shaoxing; )-the pontoon boat belongs to the east of my hometown, and I look back to my hometown every day. Tang Wenting's cloud breezes into the south lake sill, turning over the water chestnut and returning to the pool.
Wild boats dock in spring grass, and waterfowl ride the waves to the sunset. The sound of reed leaves is suspicious of fog and rain, and the waves are endless like Xiaoxiang.
Floating to the east and returning home, looking back at my hometown every day. -("Wupeng Boat" is now Wupeng Boat, and "South Lake" is the South Lake in Jiaxing, Zhejiang Province)-From the autumn rain sleep, Tang Yin Wengui praised the origin of the autumn water country in the south of the Yangtze River, which made the savage feel refreshed.
A scene of early autumn sleep, half inkstone cold yin. Fishing in a police tactical unit is catching fish in a bucket, but painting in a skirt is light.
Bingxu wrote "Scenery of Jiangnan" and sent it to Ma Changqing. -The cable sleeps at the bottom of the canopy.
In the Tang Dynasty, Li Jue's son was covered by rain in the south alley, and the waves faced the wind, so the fishermen returned to Bibi Bay. Spring wine is fragrant, and cooked perch is beautiful. Who's drunk together? The cable lies flat at the bottom of the tent.
(Note: Li Xun * * * has a poem "Nanxiangzi" by 17, which describes the local customs and customs of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. This poem is about the life of a fisherman. Wu Peng drew a new boat. In the Song Dynasty, it was cool in autumn. He is happy to have medicine to feed and sleep, and Jinghu is still in autumn.
I am ecstatic to be strong for a year and still healthy. There are no outstanding houses in Zhu Da of Biwahu Lake, and there are new boats in Wu Peng Painting House.
Although the road is clear, thousands of hectares of smoke are immortal. -canoe eight feet, low canopy three fans, accounting for broken Pingzhou misty rain.
In the Song Dynasty, Lu You visited the fairy lantern on the Queqiao Bridge and carved a saddle to shoot it. Who remembers the heroic behavior of that year? The drunkards are holding the title of Marquis one by one and fishing by the river alone.
The canoe is eight feet long and has three eaves and a low canopy, which is why it is rainy and foggy in Pingzhou. Jinghuyuan belongs to idle people, so why give it to him?
-canopy people don't get up at sunset. Song Cheng changed her recent relationship and didn't get up at sunset. A swallow said it hurt spring.
How many flowers can there be on the river? Wind and rain make it easy.
Lakes and seas are thousands of miles apart. Try to push people to the east.
Peach blossom and March water. Brother Ling, who is drunk with the West Lake?
-Junyou changed a statue of Yuanyang Lake in Zhu Xiaoqing, Wu Peng. No.47 wine market, Chaliao, always watched the show, and Goldwind Pavilion was cool in spring. Junyou becomes a small tent, and Caiqiao is low.
4. Poem describing modern Wu Peng boat in East Lake: Wu Peng boat in autumn night rain, wearing tung tree fragrant green bamboo hat, swaying my red coat shawl, passing through the infinite lotus leaf field in the mountains, and the sky is boundless and blue. In Nai Nai's voice, this Wu Peng boat in a green coat is moored beside you and turned into a bay in front of the mountain village water gallery waving wine flags. This is the Lotus Day on both sides of Qinhuai River. You are a lotus picking girl, clear water hibiscus. Your face is red, and bright colors fly into your eyes. In this firefly fishing boat with paddle sound and light and shadow, I don't remember how many flowers fell at night. I fell asleep drunk and stepped on the intermittent cold anvil, and the wind was like smoke. I forgot the beautiful scenery. Just like water flowing through the lonely midnight bell, it comes to the 24 bridge where red medicine is born every year. I took advantage of the cold moonlight like water. In ancient times, Ting Yun, Tang Wen sent a message to Yan Shaofu, Xiangyin, begging for a fishing boat shaped like a moon wheel. Believe in Sanxiang goose, and you won't make a fisherman. At night, the sound of rain in Songjiang, the sound of water and wind in the mirror. All day long, the hook is still intentional, and the ruler books are mostly in the brocade scale. (Note:) "Songjiang" is Suzhou River in Shanghai, formerly known as Wu Shujiang; "mirror water" is the mirror lake in Shaoxing; ) —— The pontoon boat belongs to the Oriental family, and I remember Chu Township every day. Tang Wen Tingyun's "South Lake Wind Entering the Threshold and Turning over the Pool". Wild boats dock in spring grass, and waterfowl fly with the sunset. The reed leaves are suspicious of fog and rain, and the waves are endless like xiaoxiang. The pontoon boat belongs to Dongxiang, and I remember Chu Township every day. ("Wupengchuan" is now Wu. Barbarians are sober after this. In the autumn rain, he slept in a tent, and half an inkstone failed to sing cold clouds. The fisherman in the green hat can't catch any fish in the bucket, and the girl in clothes draws lightly. He wrote the scenery of Jiangnan on ice and gave it to Ma Changqing on the golden boat. The cable sleeps at the bottom of the tent. Tang Lijue, son of Nanxiang, takes rain with the clouds, waves with the wind, and fishermen return. The cable is flat and the boat sleeps under the tent. (Note: Li Xun * * * has a poem "Nanxiangzi" by 17, which describes the local customs and customs of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and this poem is about the life of a fisherman. )-Wu Peng painted a new boat. Song and autumn return to the three mountains to enjoy the cool, and they like to have medicine to feed and sleep, and Jinghu is still in autumn. The smoke waves on the vast earth are immortals. -The canoe is eight feet long and has three low eaves, occupying the misty rain in Pingzhou. Song Luyou's fairy lamp is on the Magpie Bridge, and there are flowers and carved saddles everywhere. Who remembers the heroic deeds of that year? Drunks hold the title of Marquis one by one, working alone and fishing by the river. Pingzhou misty rain, eight feet alone, three low eaves. Jinghuyuan belongs to idle people, so why bother? It hurts spring. There are some residual flowers on the river. It's easy for the wind to make it rain. Lakes and seas are thousands of miles apart. The east wind pushes pedestrians. Peach blossoms are in March. Who will accompany the West Lake to get drunk? -Junyou was changed to a statue of Yuanyang Lake in Zhu Xiaoqing, Wu Peng. No.47 wine market is often seen in Chaliao, and Goldwind Pavilion is cool in spring. You have changed, Cai Qiao is low.
5. sentences related to ships-Songjiang night awning, water and wind spread in the mirror. Tang Yun sent a fishing boat to Yan Shaofu, a native of Xiangyin. The fishing wheel is the same shape as the moon wheel, and the cocoon smoke is empty. Believe in Sanxiang goose, and you won't make a fisherman. Songjiang night rain shed, water and wind spread in the mirror. All day long, the hook is still intentional, and the ruler books are mostly in the brocade scale. () "Songjiang" is Suzhou River in Shanghai, formerly known as Wu Shujiang; "mirror water" is the mirror lake in Shaoxing; ) —— The pontoon boat belongs to the Oriental family, and I remember Chu Township every day. Tang Wen Tingyun's "South Lake Wind Entering the Threshold and Turning over the Pool". Wild boats dock in spring grass, and waterfowl fly with the sunset. The reed leaves are suspicious of fog and rain, and the waves are endless like xiaoxiang. The pontoon boat belongs to Dongxiang, and I remember Chu Township every day. ("Wupengchuan" is now Wu. The barbarian was awake. He slept in the autumn rain, and half an inkstone failed to sing a piece of Leng Yun. The fisherman in the green hat didn't catch any fish in the bucket, and the girl in clothes painted the scenery of Jiangnan lightly. On the ice, he wrote down the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and gave it to Ma Changqing who was sitting on a golden boat. -The cable sleeps at the bottom of the tent.
6. The sunset is covered with boats, catkins are flying, and the bridges are full of poems, scenery and sand in Qiu Si.
(Ma Zhiyuan)
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
willow catkins
Tang Bai Juyi
The sun is shining in March, and it is even more reluctant to bid farewell to the old spring.
Take the warbler as the guide of flowers, and don't let go of the spring breeze.
willow catkins
Tang Lizhong
Every February evening, there are sporadic flying flowers.
After the rain, the breeze rises and thousands of families float wildly.
I remember, that song was a little exposed. The sunset dyed the hillside red, and the flowing water drifted away and never looked back. Wu Peng's boat is downstream of the bridge. Plum blossoms are thick outside the courtyard, and the pipa is far away. Time goes by slowly, don't wait for me; As time goes by, who left regrets? We don't know how to stop. Time is slow and gentle. Gradually, time no longer lingers. Your smile, like Sha Xue, falls in my heart. Gradually, hidden in the years.
-still water "time"
Small bridge curved water awning boat, gray tile, white wall and blue floor tile. There is no drizzle in the deep lane, and there is a touch of apricot flowers on my head. Four wonders. Walking in Wuzhen
late spring
Han Yu
The apple tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples hit Fang Fei.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Note (1) Huayang, this poem refers to catkins.
7. Imitate Dai Wangshu's rain lane and write that Suzhou held an oil-paper umbrella and met in the rain lane.
Even if there is red dust besides red dust, even if the end of the road is long gone, even if I am as thin as a leaf, I will choose the road. Because of half a century's love, I have long been similar to a disease. Still use the umbrella of that year to shelter from the wind and rain, but I am afraid that your name will be wet into deep and shallow tears to remind me of the only pain in my heart; From now on, I can't hold your figure to keep warm. Even walked through this rainy path.
Alleys have become markets, just like my broken heart. There is a pool of melancholy when the rain hits the banana, loneliness when the leaves are blown by the wind, melancholy when drinking Alone with the Moon, a sad, sad and confused story outlined by a girl with a touch of sadness, an ending "Singin' in the Rain" and a sail hanging in Wu Peng in the south of the Yangtze River.
Whether I die or not, that unforgettable memory and the severity after the rain have been lingering in my heart for a long time, taking a break and drawing blood. Until the day when I suddenly grow old and sleep in my grave, you will still be as pure as ever, dancing lightly on my soul, and the sun and the moon will flow, even after a thousand years, but the beauty, color and fragrance at the beginning of our meeting. The rhythm of poetry echoes in my heart. I believe that the encounter and encounter in the sea of confusion may have already doomed the maintenance of my care and waiting in this life. I will finish my unfinished wish before the end of my life, hold an oil-paper umbrella and stay in the long and lonely rain lane together. I won't leave you.
Waiting is a painful pleasure. I found that when I became a withered tree, I could hear the sound of bark peeling off by the wind, as if it were a distant sound, so tragic and desolate. When it comes to an abrupt end, I will fall down, I will be infatuated with it and play an eternal song. . In the afterlife, with my body and soul, I will open a flower that can only dream of you once in this life: lilac, waiting for you here.
Maybe one day you will be late, and you will be surprised to find that there is such a flower standing alone beside you. .
Pure as you, fragrant as you, even with your melancholy memories. Will the feeling of deja vu make your long-lost heart beat and get wet on you, and vaguely remember the sad poem of lilacs in the rain?
However, after you laughed, you left without looking back. After the flowers behind them laughed, they quietly withered and withered, leaving only half a drop of desperate tears and youthful memories in the dust. .
Take your time. .
8. Sunset covered boats, catkins, small bridge poems, patio sand, Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan), old vines, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Catkin Tang Baiju is easy to be full of days in March, and it is even more reluctant to bid farewell to spring. Take the warbler as the guide of flowers, and don't let go of the spring breeze.
Catkin Tang Lizhong flies in February every year. After the rain, the breeze rises and thousands of families float wildly.
I remember, that song was a little exposed. The sunset dyed the hillside red, and the flowing water drifted away and never looked back.
Wu Peng's boat is downstream of the bridge. Plum blossoms are thick outside the courtyard, and the pipa is far away.
Time goes by slowly, don't wait for me; As time goes by, who left regrets? We don't know how to stop. Time is slow and gentle.
Gradually, time no longer lingers. Your smile, like Sha Xue, falls in my heart.
Gradually, hidden in the years. -still water, years, the bridge is bent, the boat is covered with water, and the gray tile is white and the blue tile is blue.
There is no drizzle in the deep lane, and there is a touch of apricot flowers on my head. Four wonders.
Walking in Wuzhen in late spring, Han Yuping knew that spring would come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples beat Fang Fei. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Note (1) Huayang, this poem refers to catkins.