Poems describing the scenery along the river

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

Heavy Zhu Hu horizontal gold lock, screen window moon shadow with flowers. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.

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.

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.

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

Last night, the spring breeze walked into the deep bedroom, letting people know that it was spring and thinking of people far away from Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,

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.

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

Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. 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.

Comfortable sleep is better than massage, and the air in Jiangnan is still harmonious in October. The heavy curtain does not roll for a long time, and the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and gathers more ink.

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.

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. 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.

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.

Shuixiushan has a clear eyebrow and a long distance, so when you come back, you must lean on the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.

On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture. 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.

Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.

It is said that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.

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 postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.