Who knows the poem (specific poem) of Xia Wanchun's "Southern Crown Grass"

No clouds.

Xia Wanchun

Three years as an anti-Qing soldier, defeated and imprisoned.

The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad?

I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown.

On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.

Write out of inspiration

Xia Wanchun

What is the ultimate feeling of restoring Chu? Qin's death is uneven.

Magnificent and clear, the setting sun is bright.

I will pay for my country, and I will die!

Hu Jia hated it for a long time and arrived in the city in a month.

main points

Xia Wanchun

The north wind swings the heavens and the earth, and birds sing in the empty forest.

Chi Chang has short wings, and stones rise and fall with him.

The mountains are high and the sea is deep.

Shame is not mending the sky, but stretching the neck, shaking and moaning.

Hard work is self-reliance, who is generous?

Wandering in the East, his works are ancient and modern.

On the encounter between ling and yuan.

Xia Wanchun

Kyle, Song Shengqiu, was generous and won the hearts of the people. Regret to stay in heaven and earth and ask about the past and the present for you.

The dust is not a friend of the past, and the lake and the sea have become bosom friends. Tears of poverty, rain and snow in Jiang Shen.

Remember the southern travelers to the moon.

Xia Wanchun

I have met Ambassador Zhou Nan several times since I worshipped him. It's late in Cangzhou, and the grass on the moon is cold.

Belonging to the country, thinking of returning to Han, whoring Yao to build an altar. I wonder when the geese on the river will arrive in Chang 'an.

Fish suit

Xia Wanchun

Dingyuan Hou cast a new pen and vowed to drink the moon's head on the altar.

The lotus sword is quenched, and the willow leaves are light in Han, Moon and Autumn.

Inspirational cock crows, thinks, and is in the same boat through thick and thin, which is shocking.

All over the lake, I hate Qin Tingya.

Wu governor call way

Xia Wanchun

Confidant fame and fortune, sorrow knocks nine times. Yu Guang stayed in Sun Moon, and he hated Man Gankun.

Friends are born in the lake and the sea, and Jingzhen is grateful to the country. The surging river is mighty, and Wan Li calls a lonely soul.

Houyidao Yunju Brothers

Xia Wanchun

The smog in the spring city is overcast, and the asphalt sunset is hanging from ancient times to the present.

Wan Li's rivers and mountains are still in the old country.

If you want to know its subjective division, you can't see that orphans belong to feather forest.

After the crane died in Huating, Heqiao burst into tears.

On the boat, Shao Jing said that she would send a refund.

Xia Wanchun

Deng Zeguo is half a hazel, and ghosts cry every year.

A clear water, a blue boat, a solitary lamp and a white nylon towel.

When will you repay the Lord with your ambition? You will cry for an old friend for several days.

There is still a way for Wan Li to take off, and Mochow is everywhere.

Wujiang yeku

Xia Wanchun

The March warbler in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the east wind hangs over Hongqiao.

Beauty is buried in dust and fog, and the wind is rustling in front of the door.

A passenger boat is torn to blood, and three thousand beads sound like dust.

Xiao Qi rocked the clouds, and the spring breeze blew down the Wujiang River.

The song of Pingling is abrupt, and the spirit flag is bleak and desolate.

The vast sea is full of fine health, and the lonely mountain is full of cuckoos.

I have heard whispers in my dreams, but I can't tell the difference between yellow people and men.

On the river, no one bowed down, and there was a sad foreigner sitting on the seat.

I am grateful that when I was appointed, I was afraid of being known when I cried.

Kong Wen is still worth redeeming. At that time, Houba dared not quit.

Xiang will cry and hold the loess, and build a public burial of Songqing Road.

Year after year, everyone will leave the grave if they don't go up.

Reading the Joint Draft of Three Sons

Xia Wanchun

One hundred and fifty percent of the children understand chapters and sentences, and everyone believes in Gao Xuan's past.

Don't hate Xu, the friendship between Sue and Lee is in five words.

Flying geese praised the upstarts in the south and the north and recalled the homeland of the west and the east. (□ word for benefit+bird word)

I pity Song Yu on the precipice, but I don't smell the nine arguments hanging far away.

Quatrains (the first of the four options)

Xia Wanchun

Between the two peaks of the boat and the moon, thousands of hectares of reed flowers have not returned;

Open and boundless, white clouds and green Dongting Mountain.

Send a message to Wu Tang

Xia Wanchun

When I meet flowers, I think of my hometown plum, and the snow covers the cold mountain path.

The sorrow of the moon is similar, and a simple shadow treats others.

Bu operator

Xia Wanchun

Autumn leaves are empty, and the plane leaves are swept at night. Unexpectedly, if we can't get together, we will miss each other.

Twelve trees are withered, and the wind has lights. After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon.

Jinmingchi

Xia Wanchun

Like rain, like plum blossoms, like smoke, like flying catkins, fragrant. The dream on the river is green, but whose phoenix is Pei Sheng? I have been to Wei Zi several times, but now I regret it and hurt it. It just began to rain, but I didn't wake up in spring, and the bell of the painting building moved. Sigh, fallen fairy, worship first. Look at the streamer of spring, it's raining heavily. The west wing is inclined, the brocade Zheng is low, the east Guo lies, and the jade bottle is empty. Wandering around the fairy, the head is white, the grass is even in the sky, and Danxia seals the hole. Wait for drinking horses, Guan Yu, brushing clothes, Huangge, and Gu Yue plum blossom.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Xia Wanchun

The sunset is infinitely sad. The old country is desolate and pink. Jin Gou Yu Shui Ri Xi Dong. Chen Gong was yesterday. Sui Palace this year.

Think about the past. Flying catkins are ruthless, but still smoke cages. Long strips and short leaves are green and misty. Just passed the west wind. The east wind has passed again.

Red autumn ear

Xia Wanchun

A few bad times. Infinite sadness. Before the eyebrows, my heart was ill. There is a little residual light, but Luo's clothes have been tidied up. Outside the window lattice, there are pear shadows with rain.

It's calm when you leave alone. At that time, I visited the flower path. Calm down, the flowers are gone. People have been gone for a long time, and the past is still embarrassing. Tears are red, and the silver jar is full of cold.

Fish swim in the spring (spring evening)

Xia Wanchun

Leave your sadness and live in your heart. The curtain can't be pushed. The grass in front of the curtain sent another sad word. The Phoenix Tower is like a dream, and the poems on the pillow are silent. Two acacia trees, half forest smoke trees.

I still remember that road. Seagulls bathed in darkness urged the late crossing. Return the book several times at the end of the world, and meet at dusk in spring. Yinger has always been jealous of cuckoo, and butterflies are forbidden to make mistakes in the rain. 12 o'clock, there are countless feelings.

The flickering red light of the candle

Xia Wanchun

Do not live up to the nature, Jiuzhong has its own fountain like the sea. Ritual dreams break people's intestines and wait for silver. It's a pity to get on a boat and cross Pu Honglan. Pear blossoms bring rain, catkins face the wind, and there are some debts.

Looking back on that year, the arcade painting gallery was brilliant. Playing the silver Zheng at night makes the dancers chic. A change from the city, the darkness is fascinating, and the prosperity is hard to come by. Twelve golden hairpin, three thousand beads, forever desolate.

coaxial

Xia Wanchun

Dreaming of Yangzhou or Nanpu. Renewing the frontier is like a dream, but BMW knows where it is. Blue smoke cage, ten miles of Sui embankment, vast flying floc.

Looking up, my heart is heartbroken, so is spring scenery. The news of Qionghua's fall came unexpectedly, and Huangtai Gu Yuanchun had no owner. Miss Huaying, before the twelfth floor, it was misty and rainy.

Cao Fang

Xia Wanchun

A few cuckoo cries, but there, deep in the apricot blossom. The bird called someone back, but it couldn't.

I hate parting in spring the most. Hating wicker is parting from sorrow and people.

South Lu Xi 'an is like a double sculpture, Jiang Ershui Jinling juggling.

Xia Wanchun

Look at the smoke, lonely mountains and rivers. Jiao Xiao Qiu Jian immediately sang, "The heroic road with yellow flowers and white grass" made me lose my mind about wine! Bright lights, new worries turn more. Tears at dusk and dusk are just the waves of the Yangtze River day and night.

Nanxian road Next to the dresser. Self-narrative.

Xia Wanchun

Next to the dressing table, the guests are worried about the new one, and an autumn shadow covers the evening moon. I dreamed of breaking three rivers and months several times, worrying about killing five lakes and springs. Before the frost, the white goose shed tears and was drunk in the dream of Qingshan. The hero hates, tears are full of towels, and Ding Dongyu leaks audio.

"Qian Qiang" has two eyebrows, who is full of worries? Poor heaven and earth have no home, and the lake and the sea have not returned to the soul. Where are the three thousand swords buried? There are many people in Wan Li! (together) heroes hate, tears are full of towels, where can the three families die?

It's not the road. I see autumn clouds. When I get old, I will be left in the autumn wind. Add gloom and stifle my balcony like water mirror dust. For the sake of the Iraqi people, I left my anger behind several times and managed to pull out a desperate effort. Fish scales, geese fly to send Hengyang letters, plain books are not allowed.

I am a comedian. I miss the day when I tied my hair and joined the army, the day when I missed first frost, the day when I was scared by the sword, and the day when Lingyun flew. Flag in front of the tent, printed on the back of the waist, peach blossom horse, willow leaf, earthquake calendar Hu array. A moment's time left all the sadness behind. Looking at Yunshan in the distance, the barrier was overgrown with grass.

I hope to kill the storm that day, the people of my hometown, the laughing madman and the lonely minister in the East China Sea. The wind is tight in the moon. Night is like a year, flowers are like rain, and heroes have temples. There are several people in Yu Dan. Recalling that year, Wu Gou and Wan Li were dusty under the moon.

< Aftersound > poor, lonely, desperate, hateful, haggard, a narrow escape in the Jianghu, one thousand yuan for a meal.

Textual Research on Ganzhou Song Nanxianlu

Xia Wanchun

"Ganzhou Song" rises and falls, lamenting the heroic loess, and the chivalrous bone is barren. Long live the Millennium, infinity is a dragon or a dog. You didn't see the tobacco in the Six Dynasties, and several flags fell on the stone. Outside the blue sky, in Egret Island, crows are lingering in the water at sunset. At sunset, in Qi Jie Mansion, the moon is half hung like a hook.

The new cold enters our fur, and it is difficult to fall down like a frost horse. Jiang Jiang, cut out the sadness. Think of me bowing open the cold leaves of Yang Huyun, brushing the lotus flowers with my sword, the moon and autumn. Worry about March, dream of Kyushu, return to the sword. People are thousands of miles away, tears are in their eyes, and who will accept the words of the west wind geese?

"Qian Qiang" swallowed his voice and cried, but it was a waste of smoke and clouds, and his reputation was ruined. Sleepless in the clear sky, thinking about the past. The whip is soft, the gold bars fall off, the sword is frosty, and the brocade arm is born (this word is wrong, and the word "skin" should be "Wei", which refers to the leather cover of the arm guard when archery). Driving on the highway, showing shadows, and singing with people in the district of Little Illinois. What's in the cup, the shadow of autumn, the dream of waking up to the empty building.

"Qian Qiang" south crown guest Chu prisoners, looking at Yunshan Wan Li, and then it is forbidden to look back! Xiao's arrow makes it hard to frown. A few times, I dreamed of cutting rain with empty curtains. I want to go to Wan Li to see the sea and travel to Wan Li. The rain flies, the water flows by itself, and the boat is left alone in the cold river. The shadow is in the air, the waves are on the waves, and Yutong can't find the seal!

< Aftersound > where is my shadow? This book is in Jinling, Meng Ke West Building. Like the west wind.

Fanyin spring night

Xia Wanchun

Crows fly away at dusk, and a flower shadow sends them to dusk. Spring does not hinder the heavy door. Say goodbye to March in Jiangnan, where is the dream? Before the new green step, the dust is locked in the air.

Clouds swaying in the wind. You don't need blue wheels. Only on the branches of the phoenix tree, there are still three points left. Affectionate and bold, afraid of tomorrow night, still the same. Climbing to the top of the building is charming outside the willow.

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