Tang Dynasty: Zhu Qingyu
Sheng Xia Zhishi, the law should be clear, no scenery. Move loose, don't avoid the distance, take the stone.
When the box is short, the rope bed is flat. If you are under the forest, you should only owe the sound of spring.
2. There is a work "From Suzhou to Post" (Li's poem)
Tang Dynasty: Guo
Nanpu rushes to the white screen, while Soochow Li Shu chases the yellow turban insurrectionary. Tang Ye spontaneously flows in the air,
Jiang Yanchu disappeared from sight. As far away as Fujian, Pingtian is lonely and hurts spring.
3. Dream of Xiaji Luke Suzhou City.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Recalling Suzhou Day, I am always familiar with the summer solstice feast. Zongzi is fragrant and tender, and crispy goose is fresh.
4. Baiping River Baihuazhou
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Wuzhong's advantage is Suzhou, but it is a victory trip for Wang Cheng.
Three rivers and five lakes in half a life, four gardens and flowers in ten years.
5. Whispering (Suzhou II, Xiao Wei)
Song Dynasty: Su Zhe
Fisherman. Fisherman. There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the water. Green and yellow clothes. Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Dusk, dusk, dusk. Where is the flute?
2. What poems describe "It rains heavily in Suzhou"? 1. Passing through Xiaosheng Garden in Suzhou in Tang Dynasty: Zhu Qing and Yu Xia Fa should be clear, and there is no middle scene.
Move loose, don't avoid the distance, take the stone. When the box is short, the rope bed is flat.
If you are under the forest, you should only owe the sound of spring. 2. There are works from Suzhou to Wang Tingyi (Li Jiayou's poems). In the Tang Dynasty, Dongwu chased the yellow turban insurrectionary around Guonanpu Baiping.
Tang Ye ran out of water spontaneously, and Jiang Yanchu disappeared. As far away as Fujian, Pingtian is lonely and hurts spring.
3. Dreaming of returning to Suzhou from summer solstice to be a guest in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi recalled his days in Suzhou and often enjoyed the summer solstice feast. Zongzi is fragrant and tender, and crispy goose is fresh.
4. Bopingjiang Song Baihuazhou: Yang Wanli's advantage in Wuzhong is Suzhou, but he is a hero to Wang Cheng. Three rivers and five lakes in half a life, four gardens and flowers in ten years.
5. Xiao Xiaoci (Suzhou II, Xiao Wei) Song Dynasty: Su Zhe Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the water. Green and yellow clothes.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Dusk, dusk, dusk.
Where is the flute?
3. Autumn Rain Poems in Suzhou 1, a collection of Tang Zhang's poems at night near Fengqiao.
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
2. Visit Suzhou again to see Xu Hun in Tang Dynasty.
In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place.
Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint.
Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.
3. The solo dance hall is unique.
When there are few people in the museum, the nights are longer, and the trees in Gusu City are far away.
There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn.
The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.
Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang.
4. The judge of the Zhou Dynasty gave Tang on behalf of prostitutes.
Don't stop in Suzhou for the prostitute banquet tonight. Go to Jinghu Lake in the Ming Dynasty.
Don't go boating to find Fan Li, follow five horses to find Luo Fu.
Can Lanting go back when the moon is broken, but the baby house is cold in autumn?
So you can be your wife. When you come back, don't dye your white beard.
5. wuyue Huaigutang Pear Garden
Five mountains have complained for thousands of years, and the two palaces blow like woodcutter's songs.
Gusu lost, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely.
Xia Feng blows the old city, and the moon shines on the trees and misses moths.
Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi Guan. It's cold in Jiang Niao, and the grass is flying.
6. Send someone to visit Wu Tang Du Xunhe.
When you go to Suzhou, you will see that all the houses there are built by the river.
Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.
The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk.
Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.
7. On the third day of the first month, Bai Juyi was idle in Tang Dynasty.
The oriole in the oriole alley wants to talk, and the ice in the river head of the black magpie wants to sell.
Green waves, east, west, north and south waters, and Hong Lan 390 Bridge.
Yuanyang wings, willow over a thousand.
I didn't know that the spring breeze would come sooner or later, just the day before.
8. Jade case Song He Zhu
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who is the golden flower? There are flower pavilions and windows on the platform, only in spring.
Blue clouds, dusk in Ran Ran, crayons, new topics, heartbreaking sentences. How much leisure do you have? A misty rain in Sichuan, the wind in the city, and the yellow rain in plums.
9. Hengtang Song Fan Chengda
Spring has come, and the water in the pond is green, but the stone bridge on the water and the old red tower in the water still exist.
Every year, on the cross road, in the drizzle, long-distance ships are on the shore of An Shu.
10, Du Mu of Huaixiu Caitang
The grass outside Changzhou Garden is rustling, but it is a long journey.
Just don't forget that this time, the autumn rain will cross the Maple Bridge.
1 1, recalling Bai Juyi in the south of the Tang Dynasty
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu JIU has a cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with hibiscus and gets drunk. See you again sooner or later.
12, Mid-Autumn Moon Tang Sushi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
13 Cui in the Rain 18 Interview with Tang Bai Juyi
Shoulder is still awkward, don't blame me.
Three nights of autumn rain, no one advised to drink.
14, send a message to Tang, the second bachelor of Shiweng Temple in autumn night.
Autumn rain drops on the empty corridor at night, and the lights shine on the leaves in front of the hall.
Sitting and reading the last volume, I was swept by the monk's room.
4. Suzhou Qiuyu Poetry 1, a night of frost on the bank of Fengfeng Bridge, a fisherman in Jiangfeng sleeps.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 2. Visit Gusu again and watch the Tang Dynasty. In early autumn, Xu Hun has a tall building, and the old corridor lives there.
Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint. Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass. 3. Through the Mulou Museum in Tang Dou, Wujiang, the night is longer, and Gusu City is far away from trees.
There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers are cool in the radio and television in autumn. The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass.
Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang. On behalf of all prostitutes, Judge Tang of the Zhou Dynasty gave a banquet for staying in Suzhou tonight and visiting Mingjing Lake.
Don't go boating to find Fan Li, follow five horses to find Luo Fu. Can Lanting go back when the moon is broken, but the baby house is cold in autumn? So you can be your wife. When you come back, don't dye your white beard.
5, wuyue nostalgia Tang Liyuan wuyue thousand years of resentment, Ergong Qing blowing as a woodcutter's song. Gusu lost, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely.
Xia Feng blows the old city, and the moon shines on the trees and misses moths. Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi Guan. It's cold in Jiang Niao, and the grass is flying.
6. Send people to visit Wu, Tang, Du Xun and Jun to see Gusu, and people will do their best to pillow the river. Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.
The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk. Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.
7. On the third day of the first month, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty was idle, Huangli Lane wanted to talk, and the ice on the head of the Uyghur River wanted to sell. Green waves, east, west, north and south waters, and Hong Lan 390 Bridge.
Yuanyang wings, willow over a thousand. I didn't know that the spring breeze would come sooner or later, just the day before.
8, sapphire case Song He Zhu Ling Bo Dutang Road, but watched, incense dust. Who is the golden flower? There are flower pavilions and windows on the platform, only in spring.
Blue clouds, dusk in Ran Ran, crayons, new topics, heartbreaking sentences. How much leisure do you have? A misty rain in Sichuan, the wind in the city, and the yellow rain in plums.
9. In the Hengtang Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda Nanpu came to Chunjiang and Yibi, and the stone bridge and Zhuta remained the same. Every year, on the cross road, in the drizzle, long-distance ships are on the shore of An Shu.
10, the grass outside Du Mu Changzhou Garden in Huaixiu Caitang is rustling, but it is a long separation. Just don't forget that this time, the autumn rain will cross the Maple Bridge.
1 1, recalling Jiangnan Tang Dynasty and Bai Juyi, and then recalling Wu Palace. Wu JIU has a cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with hibiscus and gets drunk. See you again sooner or later.
12, mid-autumn moon, Tang Sushi's twilight clouds are all cold, silently turning to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
13, visiting Cui Baijuyi in the rain is still awkward, don't blame him. Three nights of autumn rain, no one advised to drink.
14, autumn night sent a message to Tang, the second scholar of Shiweng Temple in Yulai. The lamp shone on the leaves in front of the hall. Sitting and reading the last volume, I was swept by the monk's room.
5. Are there any poems describing rainy nights in Suzhou? The following are thirty-seven "Gu Su Shi Cao".
The golden powder is blessed, and today is not as good as before. Winter is quiet, and camellia is dead.
When the sun shines, dusk comes. The old street flies off the eaves and walks on the wall, and after several vicissitudes, it has become prosperous. The golden wall of the new street is brilliant, reflecting the prosperity of a generation.
The old number is new, the store is fragrant, Wu Nong is soft, and the water rhyme is in the ear. Before sightseeing, I walked around in a perfect state, boarded the Canglang Pavilion, stepped into the ancient town, tasted the Moon Tower, recommended the manuscript by Lu, drank 30,000 times and enjoyed the Caizhizhai, although I liked it so much.
In the meantime, Wu Xuan went to ancient times to buy a small white cloud pen, a copy of "Heart of a Pure Child" and a copy of "Cang Pei Shi Mo". Whenever there was chanting and writing, he came back ten days later and became a small collection. Before and after reading, Gusu was still vivid for several days.
One (Taiping Seven Dangers) is chilly in spring, and the ancient Wu is covered with gorgeous camellias. Infinitely beautiful, no customers, old paper is completely replaced.
Second, the fish in Deyuelou is delicious, and the fruit in Caizhizhai is dry and fragrant. There is no mystery in the mysterious point of view, and transshipment is nothing more than nausea.
Third, the road is wide to the east, and there is a new city outside Gusu. Lotus fragrance is everywhere, and buildings are full of European and American sounds.
Four (Shang Ping Seven Risks) Why did you go to Gusu at the end of the year? Worship aunt for the couple. Wuzhong, Zhao Yan, is thousands of miles away. The next day, the tender buds of willow branches are frozen.
Five (Ba Geng) Sven has seen the world, and Wen still laughs. In this school, Gusu takes care of Wu and Tao Heng.
Seven sticks of incense (Xia Ping Er Xiao) are burning with red tears, one cluster is taller than the other. When the people of Xinzheng met in the ancestral temple, they knocked on the gods and ancestors.
Six people (upper level and one east) strolled through the life in Xia Dong, and the bumpy road was the same as the sea and sky. Hengyang geese go unnoticed, and Bashu people return to communicate less.
The stars in the poem are like tears, and the leading edge is like a bow. Gusu added another Spring Festival this night. Can the bride be interested in this kind of life? Eight (seven dangerous) buildings are like breaking waves through the city, followed by suburban villages.
The ancestors moved to find a gap, and the residual bricks and tiles were counted as the way home. Nine (Xia Ping Yi Xian) pants, cigarettes, pink shirts, and playing golden lotus in Xinzheng Temple.
The Admiralty Festival is fascinating, and the Wu language is fresh. Ten (Qiyang) camellia ancient bamboo is slightly warm, the spring water is lonely, and the trees are swaying.
Canglangxin is boarding a distant guest, and it is new. Eleven (eleven true twelve) single-layer flowers are like cymbals, and double petals are like lips.
The gorgeous burning winter solstice, the gentleman who is ashamed of spring. Twelve (four) cold village is silent in winter, and the yard is delayed.
Earl of Chimonanthus praecox, partition walls are sometimes fragrant. Thirteen (Qiyang) osmanthus gold inlaid with jade luster, pine nuts and walnuts inlaid with red beans.
On New Year's Eve, friends and relatives are posted, and every household in Suzhou is busy making cakes. Fourteen (five micro) piles of glutinous rice, yellow sugar and hundred fruits, and the cauldron is steaming.
Today, the Shenyang family will get married in spring, just like a huge cake. The paws of the fifteenth (sixth hemp) dancer are full of anger, and now the evil girl has returned to her family.
Poor Hakka people are thousands of miles away, and tears are reflected in the cold light at midnight. Sixteen (ten steamed eight Geng) rain and wind invaded the guest house, and the thin wall was thin and lonely.
Hanshan Temple is far away, and the drunken dream is like frost to cover the new truth. Seventeen (uttered a sound) a night of wind and rain, a dream of spring with a sieve.
After thirty years of death, I died of sorrow and joy in water. 18 (14 cold) In the distance outside the window, the evil wind roared and the night pillow was thin and cold.
The rain at night often breaks dreams, how to lean against the fence in the distance. 19( 10) Steamed day and night rain has always been refreshing, and Gusu has been full of rice since ancient times.
This year, I miss the idea of next year. Who am I drunk watching lanterns with? Twenty (six hemp) put camellias in the night rain in Gusu, secretly cross the incense and get drunk. On this day, the bell shocked the dreams of the guests and life was everywhere.
Twenty-one (Ten Grey) chun yin, the spring breeze rises, and the new year and the new day bloom together. After the new career, the fragrance of tea gradually dispersed and fewer people came.
Twenty-two (second-year-old) grandmothers dote on their grandparents, and their aunts and uncles have been naughty since childhood. Liger, a rogue for no reason, roared with joy.
Twenty-three (four branches) fear that the neighboring clouds are straight and Hongqiao is all the time. The cornices are old and clear, and the bow is scattered.
The twenty-fourth corner (the next level is the first level) goes straight to the door, far from the corner end, and the square hole is a river in the small town. Patrol 18 thousand Li a day, rich in water, Shoushan and strong in wealth.
Twenty-five (to the voice of eight auspicious days), there are many people in Xietang, and the mobile phone car leaves the bag. You should know that no friend is old-fashioned and lend me more than 100 short messages.
Twenty-six (Xiaqiyang) loquat is fragrant with rain and wintersweet, and the broad-leaved green manure is a little yellow. I miss living in Daiwa for a few days, and the scenery is over the wall.
Twenty-seven (the last seven risks) It happened to rain in the new Suzhou, and the rotten green hit blue lagoon. Looking at China thousands of miles away in the north, the vast snow covers Tianjin.
Twenty-eight (one east) needle skin bone new rain, cold soul cold midnight wind. All the land of Taoist Su Jinfen is as fragrant as Zhao Yan's wine.
Twenty-nine (Xia Ping Qiyang) began to realize that Bingzhou was his hometown and looked at Yuyang outside Gusu City. Seafood is no closer to seafood than Wu Yu and Zhao Yu.
Thirty (Seven Dangers of Peace), the hometown of Bingzhou, has just realized that Gusu City looks at Tianjin. He Xian is no closer than seafood, Wu Shunan and Yan.
Thirty-one (Xia Ping Qiyang) The camphor trees along the road in Gusu are full of elegance. Passers-by don't know one step green, but money is six steps wide.
On the thirty-second (seventh day), the long rain flew away from the ancient house, and the snow dance returned to Beijing. Looking back on the past few days, I am half happy and half worried.
Thirty-three (into fifteen) fairy dish fans make rice and go straight to the buffet salad. Small dish tower lingyun, full of cucumber fruit miscellaneous.
Thirty-four years (the next level is the first level) is gorgeous and infinite for seven years, and my fair lady recalls that year. How many youthful things happened in those years were accompanied by the cool autumn.
Thirty-five (to four) goddesses are currently studying architecture, and salad sticks are accumulated. The restaurant strives for more self-help, and Ling Hao Yun has the tower.
After all, the perch on the plate is delicious, and the cherry dances in the small mouth. The Mid-Autumn Festival is accompanied by good people, and it has already passed halfway.
Thirty-seven (the first part) Shen Garden has boundless scenery, and the static camphor reflects the water lilies. When the rain is good, you can know when it is warm, and luck will create a new sky.
6. Are there any poems describing rainy nights in Suzhou? The following are thirty-seven "Gu Su Shi Cao".
The golden powder is blessed, and today is not as good as before. Winter is quiet, and camellia is dead.
When the sun shines, dusk comes. The old street flies off the eaves and walks on the wall, and after several vicissitudes, it has become prosperous. The golden wall of the new street is brilliant, reflecting the prosperity of a generation.
The old number is new, the store is fragrant, Wu Nong is soft, and the water rhyme is in the ear. Before sightseeing, I walked around in a perfect state, boarded the Canglang Pavilion, stepped into the ancient town, tasted the Moon Tower, recommended the manuscript by Lu, drank 30,000 times and enjoyed the Caizhizhai, although I liked it so much.
In the meantime, Wu Xuan went to ancient times to buy a small white cloud pen, a copy of "Heart of a Pure Child" and a copy of "Cang Pei Shi Mo". Whenever there was chanting and writing, he came back ten days later and became a small collection. Before and after reading, Gusu was still vivid for several days.
One (Taiping Seven Dangers) is chilly in spring, and the ancient Wu is covered with gorgeous camellias. Infinitely beautiful, no customers, old paper is completely replaced.
Second, the fish in Deyuelou is delicious, and the fruit in Caizhizhai is dry and fragrant. There is no mystery in the mysterious point of view, and transshipment is nothing more than nausea.
Third, the road is wide to the east, and there is a new city outside Gusu. Lotus fragrance is everywhere, and buildings are full of European and American sounds.
Four (Shang Ping Seven Risks) Why did you go to Gusu at the end of the year? Worship aunt for the couple. Wuzhong, Zhao Yan, is thousands of miles away. The next day, the tender buds of willow branches are frozen.
Five (Ba Geng) Sven has seen the legacy for a hundred generations, and Wen still laughs. In this school, Gusu takes care of Wu and Tao Heng.
Seven sticks of incense (Xia Ping Er Xiao) are burning with red tears, one cluster is taller than the other. When the people of Xinzheng met in the ancestral temple, they knocked on the gods and ancestors.
Six people (upper level and one east) strolled through the life in Xia Dong, and the bumpy road was the same as the sea and sky. Hengyang geese go unnoticed, and Bashu people return to communicate less.
The stars in the poem are like tears, and the leading edge is like a bow. Gusu added another Spring Festival this night. Can the bride be interested in this kind of life? Eight (seven dangerous) buildings are like breaking waves through the city, followed by suburban villages.
The ancestors moved to find a gap, and the residual bricks and tiles were counted as the way home. Nine (Xia Ping Yi Xian) pants, cigarettes, pink shirts, and playing golden lotus in Xinzheng Temple.
The Admiralty Festival is fascinating, and the Wu language is fresh. Ten (Qiyang) camellia ancient bamboo is slightly warm, the spring water is lonely, and the trees are swaying.
Canglangxin is boarding a distant guest, and it is new. Eleven (eleven true twelve) single-layer flowers are like cymbals, and double petals are like lips.
The gorgeous burning winter solstice, the gentleman who is ashamed of spring. Twelve (four) cold village is silent in winter, and the yard is delayed.
Earl of Chimonanthus praecox, partition walls are sometimes fragrant. Thirteen (Qiyang) osmanthus gold inlaid with jade luster, pine nuts and walnuts inlaid with red beans.
On New Year's Eve, friends and relatives are posted, and every household in Suzhou is busy making cakes. Fourteen (five micro) piles of glutinous rice, yellow sugar and hundred fruits, and the cauldron is steaming.
Today, the Shenyang family will get married in spring, just like a huge cake. The paws of the fifteenth (sixth hemp) dancer are full of anger, and now the evil girl has returned to her family.
Poor Hakka people are thousands of miles away, and tears are reflected in the cold light at midnight. Sixteen (ten steamed eight Geng) rain and wind invaded the guest house, and the thin wall was thin and lonely.
Hanshan Temple is far away, and the drunken dream is like frost to cover the new truth. Seventeen (uttered a sound) a night of wind and rain, a dream of spring with a sieve.
After thirty years of death, I died of sorrow and joy in water. 18 (14 cold) In the distance outside the window, the evil wind roared and the night pillow was thin and cold.
The rain at night often breaks dreams, how to lean against the fence in the distance. 19( 10) Steamed day and night rain has always been refreshing, and Gusu has been full of rice since ancient times.
This year, I miss the idea of next year. Who am I drunk watching lanterns with? Twenty (six hemp) put camellias in the night rain in Gusu, secretly cross the incense and get drunk. On this day, the bell shocked the dreams of the guests and life was everywhere.
Twenty-one (Ten Grey) chun yin, the spring breeze rises, and the new year and the new day bloom together. After the new career, the fragrance of tea gradually dispersed and fewer people came.
Twenty-two (second-year-old) grandmothers dote on their grandparents, and their aunts and uncles have been naughty since childhood. Liger, a rogue for no reason, roared with joy.
Twenty-three (four branches) fear that the neighboring clouds are straight and Hongqiao is all the time. The cornices are old and clear, and the bow is scattered.
The twenty-fourth corner (the next level is the first level) goes straight to the door, far from the corner end, and the square hole is a river in the small town. Patrol 18 thousand Li a day, rich in water, Shoushan and strong in wealth.
Twenty-five (to the voice of eight auspicious days), there are many people in Xietang, and the mobile phone car leaves the bag. You should know that no friend is old-fashioned and lend me more than 100 short messages.
Twenty-six (Xiaqiyang) loquat is fragrant with rain and wintersweet, and the broad-leaved green manure is a little yellow. I miss living in Daiwa for a few days, and the scenery is over the wall.
Twenty-seven (the last seven risks) It happened to rain in the new Suzhou, and the rotten green hit blue lagoon. Looking at China thousands of miles away in the north, the vast snow covers Tianjin.
Twenty-eight (one east) needle skin bone new rain, cold soul cold midnight wind. All the land of Taoist Su Jinfen is as fragrant as Zhao Yan's wine.
Twenty-nine (Xia Ping Qiyang) began to realize that Bingzhou was his hometown and looked at Yuyang outside Gusu City. Seafood is no closer to seafood than Wu Yu and Zhao Yu.
Thirty (Seven Dangers of Peace), the hometown of Bingzhou, has just realized that Gusu City looks at Tianjin. He Xian is no closer than seafood, Wu Shunan and Yan.
Thirty-one (Xia Ping Qiyang) The camphor trees along the road in Gusu are full of elegance. Passers-by don't know one step green, but money is six steps wide.
On the thirty-second (seventh day), the long rain flew away from the ancient house, and the snow dance returned to Beijing. Looking back on the past few days, I am half happy and half worried.
Thirty-three (into fifteen) fairy dish fans make rice and go straight to the buffet salad. Small dish tower lingyun, full of cucumber fruit miscellaneous.
Thirty-four years (the next level is the first level) is gorgeous and infinite for seven years, and my fair lady recalls that year. How many youthful things happened in those years were accompanied by the cool autumn.
Thirty-five (to four) goddesses are currently studying architecture, and salad sticks are accumulated. The restaurant strives for more self-help, and Ling Hao Yun has the tower.
After all, the perch on the plate is delicious, and the cherry dances in the small mouth. The Mid-Autumn Festival is accompanied by good people, and it has already passed halfway.
Thirty-seven (the first part) Shen Garden has boundless scenery, and the static camphor reflects the water lilies. When the rain is good, you can know when it is warm, and luck will create a new sky.
7. Suzhou Water Poem Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
"Yongmei" Land Tour
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Meng Haoran's Pregnancy on the Early Cold River
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Li Bai mocked King Liyang for refusing to drink.
The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands.
Laugh to death Tao Yuanming, because you don't drink that wine.
You've really gone from wave to wave, planting five willows virtually.
What does wearing a headscarf mean to you?
Liu Jia in Bitter Cold
All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing colder. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow.
Bamboo poles are bitter and sweet, and I love to hold bitter festivals. Birds sing with sadness and joy. I love to bleed.
If Pan Sheng can recite songs, his white hair will grow earlier.
Charcoal man Bai Juyi
Yuemiya
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Half horse red and full of silk, char to the bull's head.
8. Poetry about Suzhou Jiangnan Garden is the best in the world, and Suzhou Garden is the best in the world.
Tower out of the forest, mountain Tibetan temple (tiger hill)
Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes.
The boss loves southern food and comes to Suzhou City.
Suzhou is good, the water is long and the head of a chicken is long, and each suspicious bead is dotted with ten hooves. Soft fragrance is full of milk in Europe, and the yard is fine.
East, west, north and south bridges are opposite, and 300 colorful bridges reflect the river.
There are 370 bridges in the Spring City, both sides of which are sandwiched between Zhu Lou with wicker.
Green waves, east, west, north and south waters, and Hong Lan 390 Bridge.
Reading Suzhou poems at night, covered in ice and snow.
Floating clouds, tiny rivers and moons.
Autumn Lan south window, fragrance static hair.
With my heart for a thousand years, the end of the year is even more quiet.
The sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleepy. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
1. Poems describing the scenery of Suzhou: Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bells ringing to passenger ships. 2. Famous aphorisms about cherishing time. Young people who don't work hard are pathetic. Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous. As the sun sets, the sun shines on the calm lake, which looks like colorful silks and satins. Seeing this beautiful scenery, I can't help but think of two poems by Bai Juyi: the sunset is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red. After the frosty night, fishermen in Jiangfeng, a night-mooring near maple bridge, Zhang Tang, fell asleep. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. You visited Suzhou Jade Pass, Xu Hun Gaowu in Tang Dynasty, and a leaf fell in early autumn, all the way to the old gallery to live. Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint. Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse. Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass. Dujiangtang Dumulou is sparsely populated and has a long night, and Gusu City is far away from trees. There are many tall buildings on the rivers and lakes, and the radio and television in autumn makes the rivers and lakes cool. The moon turned to Wu Bi, and the shadow of the magpie moved, revealing the moist fluorescence of the red grass. Poets in the garden should think more, and don't be drunk and sing songs that cover up han tang. Tang Juyi, the chief justice of the Zhou Dynasty, hosted a banquet on behalf of prostitutes. Tonight, I will leave Suzhou to visit Jinghu Lake in the Ming Dynasty. Don't go boating to find Fan Li, follow five horses to find Luo Fu. Can Lanting go back when the moon is broken, but the baby house is cold in autumn? So you can be your wife. When you come back, don't dye your white beard. Wuyue Huaigu Tang Pear Garden wuyue has a thousand years of resentment, and the two palaces are blowing like woodcutter's songs. Gusu lost, the clouds were colorless, and Fan Li swam freely. Xia Feng blows the old city, and the moon shines on the trees and misses moths. Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi Guan. It's cold in Jiang Niao, and the grass is flying. Send someone to meet Du Xunhe, King of Wu Tang, and meet him in Gusu. They will try their best to sleep in the river. Ancient palaces had little idle land and many small bridges in water lanes. The night market is full of water chestnuts, and the boats in the river are full of exquisite silk. Recalling you far away, when the moon is not sleeping, hearing the songs on the river will touch your homesickness.