Spring is gone! I would like to thank the people of Luocheng. The weak willow lifts its arm from the wind, the orchid drips dew and stains its scarf, and I sit alone and knit my brows.
Looking at the South River
Song Su Dongpo
Spring has not yet grown old, the wind is fine and the willows are slanting. Try to look at it from the transcendental platform, half of the city is full of spring water and flowers, and the smoke and rain darken a thousand homes.
Remembering the South of the River, Tang Dynasty - Wen Tingyun
There are thousands of hates at the end of the world. The moon in the mountains does not know what is in my heart, and the wind in the water is empty of the flowers in front of me, swaying the blue clouds diagonally. I washed myself and leaned alone on the river watch tower. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Looking at the South of the River Tang Dynasty - Li Yu
The dream of idleness is far away, and the south of the country is in the fragrant spring. The river is clear, and the city is full of flotsam and jetsam. I've been busy watching the flowers. The dream of leisure is far away, and the southern country is in the fresh autumn. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are far away in cold colors, and a lonely boat is moored in the depths of the lute. The flute is in the moonlight.
Dreaming of South China
The sadness of the falling leaves, the leaves fall and never return. Even if you return to the tree, the new branches are not the same as the old ones. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it back.
Remembering the South of the River Tang Dynasty - Huangfu Song
The embers of the orchid have fallen, and the red banana is dark on the screen. I dream of the day when the plums are ripe in the south of the river, and the night boat blows its flute in the rain, and the people talk of the bridge by the post.
Southern China in two tones: Shou Qiushui (寿秋水) Song-Liu Chenweng
The same eyebrow is lifted up, and the colorful service of the Purple Cloud is remembered. In the sky, the nine islands are in the sky, and in front of the emperor, a smile is on the face of the jade. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it. The chrysanthemums under the hedge, drunkenly put up a branch. I beg you for 30 ducats of flower water, and the autumn breeze remembers me with a poem. I'll keep the evening fragrance.
Jiangnan Hao/Yi Jiangnan Song-Zhao Shi Man
The sky*** water, the water is far away from the sky. The water is far away from the sky. The sky is clear and the cold moon is rippling. The moon reflects the sky in the water. The people and the scenery, the people and the scenery of ancient times are difficult to be complete. If the scene is good when the heart from the fast, the heart far from the happy place scenery should be beautiful. I'm not going to say anything about it.
Looking at the South River Song-Zhou Bangyan
The prostitutes were scattered, and they went back to the embankment alone. The grasses and the smoke are so enchanting that the water is lost, and the clouds and the rain are darkening the west side of the city. The first time I saw you was when I was a young girl. The peach and the plum, the spring is not yet in the grove. I see flowers outside the wall, and I see horses in the willow shade, and I see warblers crying. I'm not sure if I'll be able to find a place to go.
Jiangnan Willow Song-Zhang Xian
The Sui embankment is far away, and the dust on the road is light. The Willow Bridge is a place of farewells, and it is sad to see people part, not to mention their own feelings. The moon is on the west side of the city after the slanting light. I wish I could be like the moon and walk with you for thousands of miles.
Looking at the South River
Song - Zhu Dunru
The hot day is everlasting, and the moon is invading the bed at the beginning of the night. The moonlight is on my bed at the beginning of the night. I am lying by the lotus leaves, the fragrance of the hibiscus is fine, and the wind is cool. The pillow is the land of the immortals.
Jiangnan
(1) The water is so beautiful and the mountains are so clear that I lean on the window of the pavilion.
The spring breeze does not understand the rain in Jiangnan, laughing at the rainy alleys looking for customers to taste.
(2) I heard that Jiangnan is a wine country, and the people on the road want to break their hearts.
Who knows that the south of the river is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze ten miles fragrant.
Miscellaneous Songs and Dances~Remembering Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me from the past. The flowers of the river are red hot at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. I'm not sure if I don't remember the south of the river. The most memorable part of Jiangnan is Hangzhou. I am looking for cinnamon in the moonlight of the mountain temple, and watching the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion. When will I visit again? I remember the south of the river, and secondly, I remember the Wu Palace. A cup of Wu wine, a cup of bamboo leaves, two dances of Wu children, a drunken hibiscus. We will meet again in the morning and in the evening.
The Song of Harmony. Returning to the Lotus Picking Wang Bo
Returning to the Lotus Picking, the green water and hibiscus clothes, the autumn wind and waves of eider geese fly. I was in the middle of a long river, with my skirt and wrist swinging a light sculling boat. The river is full of flowers, and the river is full of bitter love. The love affair is bitter, but the good time can't stay. The conscripts have not yet returned, and the lotus pickers in Jiangnan are already in their twilight. It's already late, picking lotus flowers, and I'm sure I'll be a great advocate for it. The official road to the south of the city is full of mulberry leaves, but it's not as good as picking lotus flowers on the river. Lotus blossom and lotus blossom again, how can the flowers and leaves overlap? The leaves are green and shy, but the flowers are as red as cheeks. I'm disappointed to see you leave. I pity the flower, I love the lotus root. Where is the old love, and the new one is just a new growth. I don't want to be sorry that I've lost my wife in Nanjin, but I'm still ashamed that I'm late in writing to the geese in the North Sea. The lotus picking song has its own rhythm, and the lotus picking night never stops. The wind is blowing on the river, and the moon is hovering on the river. We met at the Lotus Pond at night, the Wu Ji and Yue Daughter were in full bloom. ***The river is a thousand miles away from the cold river, and the mountains are many miles away.
Spring Dreams
The spring breeze rose from the cave last night, and the water of the Xiangjiang River still separates us. I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River in a spring dream on my pillow.
Looking at the South of Jiangnan Song-Su Dongpo
Spring has not yet grown old, and the wind is fine and the willows are slanting. I tried to go up to the Transcendental Terrace to see the half-trench of spring water and a city of flowers, and a thousand homes darkened by smoke and rain.
Dreaming of South River Qing Dynasty - Qu Dajun
The sadness of the falling leaves, leaves fall and never return. Even if you come back to the tree, the new branches are not the old ones. It is too late for the water to flow.
Sending someone on a trip to Wu, Du Xunhe, Tang Dynasty
When you come to Gusu, you will find that the people there are all resting on the river. The ancient palace is sparsely populated, but there are many small bridges along the waterways and alleys. The night market sells lotus roots and the spring boat carries beautiful silk. The moon is still awake, and the fishing songs are similar.
Jiangnan Lane Li He
The green mist in the river is cool, and the peak of the sky is red. The windy water and the clouds are full of old bamboos, and the sails are like a picture in the dark. The perch is a thousand heads of wine, and the wine is lying on the green of the southern mountain. Songs and songs are not yet finished, but the river is covered with cold jade.
Title of Juehai Temple Song-Huang Tingjian
The smoke of the fireplace is so thick that the water is sinking into the rhinoceros, and the wood is wrapped around the Zen bed and the bamboo is wrapped around the stream. The sunset is in the west of the bamboo shade.
Looking at the South of the River
Tang Yu
The dream of leisure is far away, and the south of the country is in the fragrant spring. The river is clear, and the city is full of flotsam and jetsam. I've been busy watching the flowers. The dream of leisure is far away, the southern country is clear in the fall. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are far away in cold colors, and a lonely boat is moored in the depths of reed blossoms. The flute is in the moonlit building.
Jiangnan Willow Song-Zhang Xian
The Sui embankment is far away, and the waves are fast and the dust is light. The Willow Bridge is a place of farewells, and it is sad to see people part, not to mention their own feelings. After the slanting light, the new moon is on the west side of the city. I wish I could be like the moon and walk with you for thousands of miles.
Looking at the South of the River Song Dynasty - Dai Fugu
There is a place where I have not yet finished, so I will continue with the four songs. The goodness of Hushan is that it is a place where we can learn from the past and the present. He has three rooms to hide ten thousand scrolls, and a single word is worth a thousand dollars. There are friends in all corners of the world. The road outside the door is a stone's throw from the lake. I enjoy walking along the willow embankment, and chanting when I'm drunk on the Hundred Flowers Oasis. I'm sure I'll be able to live up to my heart's desire.
Jiangnan Han Author: Han Wu Ming's Genre: Lefu
Jiangnan is a place where you can pick lotuses, and lotus leaves are in the fields. Fish play among the lotus leaves, fish play east of the lotus leaves, fish play west of the lotus leaves, fish play south of the lotus leaves, fish play north of the lotus leaves.
Gift to Fan Ye Era：North and South Dynasties Author：Lu Kai
Folding flowers, I sent them to the people in Longtou. I have nothing in Jiangnan, but I would like to send a branch of spring.
Bodhisattva Barbarian Age: Tang Dynasty Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Lyrics
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but the tourists are only old in Jiangnan.
The spring water is blue in the sky, and the painted boat sleeps in the rain.
The shopkeeper is like the moon, and her wrists are covered with frost and snow.
If you're not old enough to return home, you'll have to break your heart.
The Lyrics of Treading Songs Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Lefu
The bamboo branch is heard in Jiangnan at sunset, and the southerners are happy and the northerners are sad.
Since I sang a new song in the snow, until the time of flowers in spring.