Poems about praising Guangzhou Sheep City

Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu

The old road to Yangcheng. The old road to Yangcheng. I don't want to come back again. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.

The old man's residence. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it.

1, the city of Yangcheng eight scenes of the first stone door back to the light (Ming - District Daxiang)

Shimen Jiang Roach break, the thought of endless travel. The water is floating outside the sky, a thousand sails fall in the light.

Interpretation: The Shimen River is blocked by peaks like a screen, and there is no end to the thoughts of coming and going. The current floats in the extreme distance, and the sailboats fall in the light.

2. Eight Scenes of Yangcheng Two The Curtain Spring of the Pu River (Ming Dynasty - Au Daxiang)

A path of fragrant bushes of water, running down the Cuiwei. The water is so fragrant that it runs down to Cuiwei.

Interpretation: A river next to the Pujian Temple, the water flows swiftly, flowing down the verdant mountainside deep. Drunk, up rattling the bead curtain, the returning wind rolled up snowflakes flying.

3, eight scenes of Yangcheng three Lingzhou ao negative (Ming - District Daxiang)

Flower Palace around the blue water, 100 feet driving the spring waves. Misty gold and silver que, cloud door control giant ao.

Interpretation: The palace full of flowers surrounds the green water, and the hundred feet of flowers seem to ride the waves. The palace built with gold and silver is vaguely visible, and the door made of clouds is riding a huge ao.

4, eight scenes of Yangcheng four Jingtai monks return (Ming - Au Daxiang)

Pine door to send the guest back, perched crane full of pearl forest. The darkness outside the vine, bells ringing deep in the mountains.

Interpretation: After seeing off the guests at the pine tree, on the way back, I saw the whole forest full of cranes. Outside the dark and gloomy wisteria, the sound of bells was heard in the deep green mountains.

5, the eight scenes of Yangcheng, the fifth Datong smoke and rain (Ming - District Daxiang)

Day smoke and rain on the river, the Zen forest muohohu. The sound of the chime is heard sometimes, and I don't see the monks walking around.

Interpretation: When the morning sun rose, there was a fine rain like smoke on the river, and it was hard to see where the temple was. The sound of the chime can be heard from time to time, but can not see the monks walking place.

The Returning Geese

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu

I heard that the geese in spring, south return from Guangzhou. I have seen the flowers and the sea, and I have avoided the snow and gone to Luofu.

It is a matter of military air, and when will it be free from the sorrows of the guests? The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.

Du Fu (712 AD - 770 AD), Han nationality, Henan Gongxian (now Gongyi City) people. The word Zimei, self-titled Shaoling Ye Lao, Du Shaoling, Du Gongbu, etc., the great poet of the Sheng Tang Dynasty, known as the "Sage of Poetry", a realist poet, known as Du Gongbu, Du Gleaner, representative of the "three mandarins" ("Xin'an Mandarins," "Shitou Mandarins" "Tongguan Mandarins"), "Three Farewells" ("Xin'an Mandarins" "Shitou Mandarins" "Tongguan Mandarins"). His masterpieces include "Three Farewells" ("Farewell to a Newlywed", "Farewell to an Old Man", and "Farewell to a Homeless Man"). Originally from Xiangyang, Hubei, born in Gong County, Henan. He was the grandson of Du Shenyan, a poet of the early Tang Dynasty. During the reign of Emperor Suzong of the Tang Dynasty, he was the official left picker. When he entered Sichuan, his friend Yan Wu recommended him to be a counselor of the Jiannan Sectional Office, and he was added to the staff of the Ministry of Public Works. Therefore, the later generations also called him Du Gleaner, Du Gongbu. He was worried about the country and the people, noble character, wrote more than 1500 poems in his life, exquisite poetry, and was honored as the "Sage of Poetry".

Ode to Guangzhou Qu Jinxing Jia Yubao (1) Guangzhou, you are the once-in-a-thousand-years bride Tonight, I take the dream as my wing and cannot fly over the vicissitudes of the past 5,000 years Tonight, I take the river map as a mirror and stare at the reflections of history in the clouds Tonight, when millions of giant hands suddenly lifted the azure Pearl River Island, the translucent light of the Guangzhou Tower, when it picks up a mast and guides the continent to the vast ocean to sail away. When the moonlight of Asia scatters new hopes on the mottled tomb of the Yue Wang, the blue waves of the Pearl River are your autumn waves, your eyelashes are tasseled lights, and the big red head is lifted off Guangzhou, Guangzhou, Guangzhou, tonight, you are the once-in-a-thousand-years bride, and tonight, the waves at the mouth of the Pearl River stir the Pacific Ocean, and tonight, the light of Lotus Mountain shines brightly on the Lion's Ocean, and tonight, on the shore of the Pacific Ocean where waves are lapping at the shore, Asia and Guangzhou have an appointment, and tonight the ears of rice held by the five goats are heavy with fragrance and the smell of the rice. Tonight, the Luo River and the Pearl River have a date, the Luo God and the Imee's dresses are flying Tonight, Qu Yuan and Tagore have a date, Canyon and crescent moon reflect each other Tonight, the Nanling Mountain and Mount Fuji have a date, the cotton flower and the cherry blossom share the same fragrance Tonight, Asia's songs and dances collide here, the Pearl River opens its throat, and together with the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Ganges River, they shout out to the Pacific Ocean with the sound of the ocean Tonight, with the Pearl River as the string, we sing in the sound of the waves. Tonight, with the Pearl River as the string, I sing the Pacific in the sound of the waves Tonight, with the stars as chess pieces, I lay out the great expanse of the sky Tonight, with the Canton Tower as a pen, I write the glory of the past and the present Tonight, with the Nanling Mountains as a singing platform, I boast of the oceanic and transverse currents Tonight, Tonight, Tonight, I can't bear the weight of thinking with my hand on my forehead Tonight, with the eyes of history, I stare at the Pearl River Tonight, with the boiling waves stirring up the heart, I fly from the footsteps of the Great Wall, from the shore of the Ganges River, from the foot of Mount Fuji, to the port of Guangzhou, where ten thousand sails are gathered Tonight, Tonight, Tonight. Tonight, tonight, I look down on the rivers of history, the oceans of the present, the stars of the future, and think freely at the inflection point of space and time. Guangzhou, the bright sunset of Lingnan culture The vast waves of the Pacific Ocean roll into the subtropical sunshine of the South, the magma of the Eurasian continent's core, melting into the sturdy spine of the South Ridge, the surging tide of the Pearl River, settling down into the rich soil of the Lingnan, where the beans and peas roll into the waves of the azure-blue rain and the bronze-colored Yellow River. The rain of the South China Sea and the bronze-colored wind of the Yellow River stirred up in Lingnan into a hillock of cultural splendor The land of treasures is rich in beauty The strong wind of the kingdom has forged your chest of accepting the rivers of the sea The giant brush of history writes your arms of tolerance and openness The immortals rode on the five rams and rode on the colorful clouds and flew to this boundless land Grain falls, and the fragrance of rice floats The new stone tools polished the 4,000 years of Guangzhou's history and the Lingnan culture created by the Hundred-Yue Han people was so powerful and exuberant that the haze of the ninth century B.C. brightened up Haojing and the skirts of the women of Baiyue melted and the women of Baiyue glistened. The skirts of the Hundred Yue women swirled and danced in the smoky rain of Hunan, and the culture of the Pearl River and the Yangtze River flowed, when the light was peeled off from the bronzes, and the ancient court of Chu still smells fragrant, and the first emperor of Qin set up the Nanhai County and built the city of Pearl River, and London was not yet in the Thames, and the great river swept along, and the Wu dynasty dominated Jiankang, and the Guangzhou named by Sun Quan became famous, and the sailing ships that went to the sea converged on the Pearl River, and the sea maps of China were made by the ancestors, who were conscious of their own freedom, and the people of Guangzhou. When Tang Xuanzang said goodbye to Chang'an and crossed the desert to fetch scriptures from the West, the sails of all nations were crossing the waves of the South China Sea, and the majestic brushstrokes crossed the oceans. When Zhang Zeduan painted the painting of the Riverside Scroll in Bianliang, Tokyo, the chart of Sui City made silk and porcelain shine, and when Genghis Khan's iron horsemen swept across the steppe, and ten thousands of sailboats gathered in Guangzhou, and spices fragrantly scented the moon of the Ming Dynasty's Guangzhou Harbor, porcelain and ivory were comparable to the lighthouse of the Qing Dynasty. The lighthouse of the Qing Dynasty rivals the light of Guangzhou, China's unfailing port of trade for a thousand years. The 13 rows of ships carry the Bodhi of the Ganges River, and the sails in the blue sky hang high over the moon of the Qin Dynasty. The dialogue between the Great Wall and the sea has innovated the traditions, and the dialogues between the Pearl River and the Yellow River have transcended the time, and the vicissitudes of the last 5,000 years of China's history have been explored, the cow mooing, the camel bells, and the sound of the waves have formed a symphony of sound that reverberates with the balking of 80,000 leagues of mountains, the mountains and the rivers, the oceans and the totems that are waving freely. The turbulent waves of the Lion's Sea are the plasma of our homeland. The masts of Guangzhou Harbor are the backbone of the Chinese nation. Watt's steam engine is majestic and resonant, the cattle in the countryside sing melodiously, and Newton's mechanics flashes the sharpness of innovation. The lyrics of Nalan Shide are melancholy. The once majestic winds of the Tianhan Dynasty have been transformed into the cold moon in the cold stream of the Lugou Bridge, and the weather in the Tang Dynasty has been transformed into the ruins of the Yuanmingyuan. When the industrial revolution drove the train of the times, the center of history shifted from the mainland to the sea, the British gunboats blockaded the Pearl River, and opium opened a bloody chapter, when the Qing government shivered and signed the Treaty of Nanjing, the British claws took away the Fragrant River, and the twilight of Yanjing and the humiliation of Nanking were turned into a bloodstained sun, and now, ancient China is in a state of flux, and it's hard for the declining Yellow River to be revived. At this moment, ancient China is in a state of turmoil, the Yellow River is in decline, and it is difficult to bring forth a new dawn, the waves of the ocean are shaking the sky, and cultural nirvana is the only way to make the tiger walk and the dragon run, and the city is about to be destroyed by the black clouds, and the spine is the spine, and it's the backbone that is reversed, and it's at this moment in the transition of history, Guangzhou, magnificently taking on the role of a cave cock, the night of the cock's voice, the towering Guangzhou, drawing its sword out of its sheath and firing it in four shots of cold light, Tigress, choking on history, with the black muzzle of its cannons gazing at the blood-stained waves of the Yangtze River, and the 10,000 cannons roaring at the same time. The red blood and white bones are written in the poetry of history The wolf's ambition devours the sheep's kindness The white opium sheds its despicable light Lin Zexu rises up, the smoke from the cigarette sales blackens the South Seas The cauliflower in Sanyuan is yellow The lances of the lancers defeat the arrogance of the artillery The jackals are defeated and run away China's peasants write an epic poem that is resonant with energy The brilliant men shine like the stars in the waves of history Hong Xiuquan knocks over the tablets of Confucius A new phoenix emerges from a heap of old papers Kang Youwei lectured in the South China Sea, and the Man Moo Cao Tang rose to power. Liang Qichao switched out his ten-foot polearm, killing his way out of the dark tunnels of history, and wrote a letter on the bus to show the ideology of change. The winds and thunder of the South exploded in China, and the head of the head of the sword in the vegetable marketplace was chopped off. What was chopped off was the longing for a young China, and Sun Yat-sen cried out for the ideal of a commonwealth of nations, and the dawn of feudalism rose from the ruins. The spine of Mao Zedong's grandeur, the Peasant Movement Seminar, the thunder of the wind Guangzhou, the hotbed of national cooperation, the sun and the moon shine together, the elites of the Whampoa Military Academy, the pillars of modern China, the halls of Sun Yat-sen University, the light of the Lingnan culture, the twin constellations of the literati and the martial arts, shine into the light of modern China, and the story of the tragic events sung in history, the yellow flowers can't cover the bullet holes, and the hunting banners roll over the pale yellow granite hills. The cuckoo lights the crimson dawn, and the red sun shines on the guns of justice. This.

The poems praising Guangzhou are: 1, (Guangzhou Trial of Yue Tai Huai Gu〗) - Huang Tao South Vietnam for a thousand years, Xing Huai once.

The song bell is not an old custom, the smoke and the moon have layers of platforms. When I look north, I can't return to the east stream.

The wind at the window is miasma, and the rain at the threshold is plum. The first time I saw it, it was a very good thing that it was a good thing that it was not.

I am sorry to visit the place, the flowers fall and bloom. 2, "Lingnan snow" - Song Author: District Shi Heng sea freezing coral 10,000 miles of sand, the Yanfang six out of the flowers. Even if there is a spring order in Luoyang, who will ask Yuan An for the home of the priests. 3. Spring in Lingnan - Song Author: Sun Zhengping Bamboo in front of the window is like a cloud, and the spring birds are only heard in a coquettish way. The only thing I can do is to put one shot of tea on the stove. 4. Guests Living in Lingnan--Song By: Zhang ZilongThe wind is blowing in the sky, and the guests want to go back to their home. The wind is blowing the white waves in the sky, how would the guest like to return? I am afraid of snakes and galls, and I want to prevent parasites from planting bad lotus. The cave merchant woman, when sent night song. 5, "Gengwu wax in the bitter cold not snow not snow Lingnan of the usual and bitter cold for the Xiyuan" - Song Author: Zheng Gangzhong eaves wind moving bamboo, the night jade phase jars. When I look at the pines on the hill, they are so thin and frozen that they want to break. I was happy to send out the thatched roof pavilion to watch the flying snow. After a long time, my feet are as hard and cold as iron. The green mountains do not grow old, but the evening rain is desolate. Is it possible that the earth's atmosphere is so biased that the dampness and turbidity are not spilled out? I cut the water and the clouds, but I only rest in the empty space. It's cold this year, and all the people say it's bitterly cold. This is the first sound of snow, and it cleanses the heat of Lingnan. Don't be alarmed, there is no difference in creation. The forests of miasma are full of blossoms. The color of the grass is as moist as crisp, and you can see the scorched and withered life.