1. What are the poems that describe "It rains a lot in Suzhou"
1. Passing through Xiaoshangren Courtyard in Suzhou
Tang Dynasty: Zhu Qingyu
The law of Xia Manchu should be clear, and the scene of nothingness will arise by itself. When removing pine trees, one does not stay far away; when one picks up rocks, one does it in person.
It takes a little time to leave the case, and the rope bed is flat. If we compare the woods, we should only lack the sound of springs.
2. Composed from Suzhou to Wangtingyi (one is a poem by Li Jiayou)
Tang Dynasty: Guo Liangji
Nanpu wild cattails surround white apples, Dongwu Li Shu Chasing the Yellow Turban. Wild Tang spontaneously empty water,
Jiang Yan first returned to see no one. The distant Xiu River is like seeing off guests, and the plain fields are misty and only hurt the spring.
3. Dreaming about the summer solstice and recalling the guests from Chenglu in Suzhou
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Reminiscing about the summer solstice feast in Suzhou. The bamboo in the zongxiang tube is tender, and the goose is crispy and fresh.
4. Baihuazhou in Bopingjiang
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The advantage of Wuzhong is Suzhou, but it was Wang Cheng who traveled victoriously.
In half a lifetime, there were three rivers and five lakes, and in ten years, I stayed in Baihuazhou.
5. Ci Xiao Tiao (modelled after Wei Suzhou·Two One)
Song Dynasty: Su Che
Fisherman. Fisherman. There was a gentle breeze and drizzle on the water. Green coir raincoat and yellow bamboo stripe. Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Return at dusk, return at dusk, return at dusk. Where is the sound of the flute? 2. What are the poems that describe "It rains a lot in Suzhou"
1. Passing through Suzhou Xiaoshangren Courtyard in the Tang Dynasty: Zhu Qing's remaining summer Manchu rhymes were in the Qing Dynasty, and no middle scenes emerged by themselves.
When removing pine trees, one does not stay far away; when one picks up rocks, one does so in person. The case has been away for a short time, and the rope bed is flat.
If you compare the woods, they should only lack the sound of springs. 2. There are works from Suzhou to Wangtingyi (one is a poem by Li Jiayou) in the Tang Dynasty: Guo Liangji surrounded the white apples with wild rice in Nanpu, and Li Shu in the Eastern Wu Dynasty chased the yellow turban.
Ye Tang spontaneously flows out of the sky, and Jiang Yan returns home without seeing anyone. The distant Xiu River is like seeing off guests, and the plain fields are misty and only hurt the spring.
3. Dreaming about the summer solstice and recalling Suzhou Chenglu guests in the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi recalled that when he was in Suzhou, he was often familiar with the summer solstice feast. The bamboo in the zongxiang tube is tender, and the goose is crispy and fresh.
4. Baihuazhou on the Boping River in the Song Dynasty: The advantage of Yang Wanli in Wuzhong is Suzhou, but he traveled victoriously for Wang Cheng. For half a lifetime, I lived on three rivers and five lakes, and for ten years, I stayed at Baihuazhou.
5. Ci Xiao Tiao (imitating Wei Suzhou·Two One) Song Dynasty: Su Che, the fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a gentle breeze and drizzle on the water. Green coir raincoat and yellow bamboo stripe.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Return at dusk, return at dusk, return at dusk.
Where is the sound of the flute? 3. Suzhou Autumn Rain Verses Ancient Poems
1. Tang Zhangji Moored at Night on Maple Bridge
The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng and the fisherman are sleeping in sorrow.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
2. Visit Yuzhi, Suzhou again to see Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty
Gao Wu leaves under a leaf in early autumn, passing through the old corridors of his old residence.
After the moon passes, I drink wine tonight through the blue window, while the rain dims the red walls last year.
The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are tall and windy, and they are sparse.
Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch.
3. Crossing the Wujiang River by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
There are fewer people in Huguan, the nights are longer, and the trees in the distance of Gusu City are green.
The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the high-rise buildings are far apart, and the rivers and lakes are returning to Guangdian in the cool of autumn.
As the moon turns, the magpie shadows move across the blue sky, and the red grass on the low dew is wet with fluorescent light.
Poet lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall in drunken music and singing.
4. On behalf of the prostitutes, I presented a gift to Zhou judge Tang Bai Juyi
The prostitutes’ banquet will leave Gusu tonight, and the guests will go to Jinghu Lake tomorrow.
Don't go out in a boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu.
Can the Orchid Pavilion return to the moon, but the autumn coolness in the Baby Pavilion is gone?
I wish you could be my wife, and I won’t dye my mustache white when I return.
5. Wu Yue nostalgic about the ancient Tang Dynasty Li Yuan
Wu Yue has been complaining for thousands of years, and the two palaces are playing woodcutter songs.
When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li is always swimming in the water.
The old city is filled with doubts and despair, and the moon shines on the barren trees, thinking of moths.
Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying in the river are cold and the grass is green.
6. Send Du Xunhe on a tour of Wu and Tang dynasties
When I see you in Gusu, I will find you all resting on the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo.
I know the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
7. Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty took a leisurely walk on the third day of the first lunar month
The oriole at the mouth of Oriole Lane wants to talk, and the black magpie at the head of the river wants to sell ice.
Green waves flow from east to west, north and south water, and there are three hundred and ninety bridges with red railings.
Mandarin ducks flutter their wings, and there are thousands of willows.
I would like to ask whether the spring breeze will come sooner or later, only from the day before yesterday to today.
8. The Sapphire Case Song Hezhu
Lingbo could not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched Fangchen go. Who will spend the golden years? The flower pavilion on the platform, the small windows and red doors, are the only places where spring is known.
The blue clouds slowly rise into the twilight sky, and the colorful pen inscribes new heart-breaking sentences. How much leisure and sorrow do you have? The river is full of mist and rain, the city is filled with wind and rain, and plums are yellow in the rain.
9. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty in Hengtang
When spring comes in Nanpu, the river is green, and the stone bridge and the red pagoda are still there.
We see off guests on Hengtang Road every year, while the drizzle and the hanging poplars tie up the painted boats.
10. Huai Wuzhong Feng Xiucai Tang Du Mu
The grass outside Cheung Chau Garden is green, but it is a long journey.
The only thing I won’t forget now is the mist of dusk and the rain of autumn crossing the maple bridge.
11. Recalling the Tang Dynasty in the South of the Yangtze River by Bai Juyi
Reminiscing about the South of the Yangtze River, followed by the Wugong Palace. With a cup of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her children dance together and get drunk with hibiscus. We will meet again sooner or later.
12. Mid-Autumn Moon by Su Shi of the Tang Dynasty
The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with cold, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
13. Visiting Cui Shiba in the Rain by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Don’t blame me for coming if your shoulders are still heavy.
Autumn rain lasts for three nights, and no one advises me to drink it.
14. Two Scholars of the Stone Urn Temple sent to the Rain on an Autumn Night by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Autumn raindrops fall on the empty corridor at night, and the lamp shines on the leaves in front of the hall.
After sitting across from each other and reading the final volume, he put on his clothes and was swept into the monk's room. 4. Suzhou Autumn Rain Verses Ancient Poems
1. Night Mooring at Maple Bridge by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. 2. Visit Gusu Yuzhi again to see Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty. The leaves of Gao Wu are falling in the early autumn, and the old sojourn in the long corridor is far away.
After the moon passes, I drink wine tonight through the blue window, while the rain dims the red walls last year. The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are tall and windy, and the trees are sparse and sparse.
Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch. 3. Crossing the Wujiang River by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. There are fewer people in Houguan and the nights are longer. The trees in the distance of Gusu City are green.
The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the high-rise buildings are far apart, and the rivers and lakes are returning to Guangdian in the cool of autumn. The moon turns and the magpie shadows move across the sky, and the red grass on the low dew is wet with fluorescent light.
Poet lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall in drunken music and singing. 4. On behalf of the prostitutes, I present a gift to Zhou judge Tang Bai Juyi. The prostitutes’ feast will leave Gusu tonight, and the guests will go to Jinghu Lake tomorrow.
Don't go out in a boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu. Can the orchid pavilion return to the moon, but the autumn coolness in the baby pavilion is gone? I wish I could be my wife with you, and I won’t dye my mustache white when I return.
5. Wu and Yue nostalgic about the ancient Tang Dynasty and Li Yuan Wu and Yue had nothing to complain about for thousands of years, and the two palaces sang woodcutter songs with clear winds. When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water.
The old city is filled with doubts and despair, and the moon shines on the barren trees, thinking of moths. Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying over the river are cold and green, and there are many green grasses.
6. Du Xunhe sent people on a tour of Wu and Tang Dynasties. When I see you in Gusu, they are all sleeping by the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
The night market sells lotus root, and the spring boat carries Qiluo. I know that the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.
7. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty took a leisurely walk on the third day of the first lunar month. The oriole at the mouth of Oriole Lane wanted to talk, and the black magpie at the head of the river wanted to sell ice. Green waves flow from east to west, water flows from north to south, and there are three hundred and ninety bridges with red railings.
Mandarin ducks flutter their wings, and there are thousands of willows. I would like to ask whether the spring breeze will come sooner or later, only from the day before yesterday to today.
8. The Sapphire Case Song Hezhu Lingbo could not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched Fangchen go. Who will spend the golden years? The flower pavilion on the platform, the small windows and red doors, are the only places where spring is known.
The blue clouds slowly rise into the twilight sky, and the colorful pen inscribes new heart-breaking sentences. How much leisure and sorrow do you have? The river is full of mist and rain, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow in the rain.
9. Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty in Hengtang When spring comes in Nanpu, the river is green, and the stone bridge and the red pagoda are still there. Every year we see off guests on Hengtang Road, and the drizzle is accompanied by hanging poplars and painted boats.
10. Huai Wuzhong Feng Xiucai Tang Du Mu The grass outside Cheung Chau Garden is growing green, but it is a long journey. The only thing I won't forget is farewell now. The dusk mist and autumn rain pass over the maple bridge.
11. Recalling the Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River. Bai Juyi recalled the south of the Yangtze River, followed by the Wugong Palace. A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu's two dancing with drunken hibiscus, we will meet again sooner or later.
12. Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi of the Tang Dynasty The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
13. Visiting Cui Shiba in the Rain by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty If your shoulders are heavy and you are still holding your hand, don’t blame me for coming. The autumn rain passes through three nights, and no one advises me to drink it.
14. Two Scholars from the Stone Urn Temple to the Rain on an Autumn Night by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty Autumn raindrops fall on the empty corridor at night, and the lamp shines on the leaves in front of the hall. After sitting across from each other and reading the final volume, they took off their clothes and were swept into the monk's room. 5. Are there any poems describing night rain in Suzhou?
There are thirty-seven poems here. "Gusu Poetry" Bingxu Xinzheng, Yu Shi Gusu.
The blessed land of golden powder is better now than in the past. The cold winter is silent, and the camellia trees are growing.
When the mist comes, the sun comes. The cornices of the old streets reflect the prosperity of several dynasties, while the golden walls of the new streets reflect the prosperity of a generation.
The old number is new, the store is fragrant, Wu Nong’s soft words are in my ears. I lingered in front of the view, wandered around Shiquan, climbed to the famous pavilion in Canglang, walked straight to the ancient town, tasted the moon tower, tasted Lu Manuo's recommendation, drank Sanwanchang, and enjoyed the Zhizhizhai, although my ears were blind but my heart was happy.
In the meantime, Wu Xuan bought a small white cloud pen, a small white cloud pen, a Chengxintang book, and a Cangpei room ink. Whenever there was chanting and writing, he returned after ten days and turned into a small collection. After reading it, the days in Gusu are still vivid in my mind.
1 (Shangping Qiyu) In the cold spring, I visited ancient Wu, and the gorgeous camellias were spread beside the road. Infinite beauty has no visitors, all old paper is replaced with new talismans.
Two (Xiaping Qiyang) The fish in Deyuelou is delicious, and the dried fruits in Zhizhizhai are fragrant. There is no mystery in the view of mystery, and the transit is nothing more than a turn in the intestines.
Three (Xia Ping Ba Geng) The broad road goes east and east, and there is a new city outside Gusu City. The lotus fragrance fills the sky and the earth, and the buildings are full of European and American sounds.
Four (Shangping Qiyu) Why visit Suzhou at the end of the year? Worship your aunt to accompany the newlyweds. Yanzhao and Wuzhong are thousands of miles away, and the willow buds are screaming in the freezing sky.
Five (Xia Ping Ba Geng) The legacy of politeness has been seen for generations, and Wen Zhenggong still laughs. In this school, Su is crowned the ancient Wu, and bamboos, peaches and plums are used to educate and prosper.
Seven (Xia Ping Er Xiao) The incense candles are burning with red clouds and tears, and each cluster is taller than the other. The people of Xinzheng gather in their ancestral halls and bow to the gods and their ancestors.
Six (Shangping Yidong) Spend thirty summers and winters in life, and the rugged road of love is the same as sea and sky. The geese left Hengyang without paying attention, and the Bashu people returned to Shaoxintong.
The poems and notes are full of stars like tears, and the front edge is like a bow over the months. Gusu welcomes a new year this night, will the bride be happy in this life? Eight (Seven Yus) The buildings are like waves breaking through the city, and the suburban houses and villages are in the second place.
The ancestors moved to find a gap, and the remaining bricks and tiles were used to plan their return. Nine (Xia Ping Yi first) Blue trousers, cigarettes, pink shirt, dancing with golden lotus in Xinzheng temple.
The sound of the golden bell clears the soul, and the Wu language sings about the bright sun and moon. Ten (Seven Suns) The ancient camellia and bamboo are slightly warm, and the spring water and the solitary pavilion are full of vegetation.
Visitors from afar are boarding the new Canglang River, washing their tassels and washing their feet to wash their new glasses. Eleven (Eleven True Twelve Texts) The single-layered flower is like a dimple, and the double-layered petals are like lips.
This is the only one who shines brightly in the winter solstice, but is shy in spring. Twelve (four branches) The cold village is silent in winter, and the day is late in the small courtyard.
Count some wintersweet flowers, and the fragrance sometimes smells on the partition wall. Thirteen (Seven Suns) Osmanthus flowers are inlaid with jade, and pine nuts, walnuts and red beans are inlaid.
As the New Year approaches, every household in Suzhou is busy making cakes. Fourteen (five micro) A pile of glutinous rice, yellow sugar and hundreds of fruits, steaming in a big pot over high heat.
The Shen family is having their spring wedding today, and they are feeding the surroundings like grinding huge cakes. Fifteen (six hemp) The claws are dancing, the teeth are bared and the anger is rising. Now the evil girl returns to her parents' home.
Poor Hakka thousands of miles away, the cold lights in the middle of the night reflect the tears. Sixteen (Ten Steams and Eight Gengs) The obscene rain and bitter wind invaded the guest house, and the thin quilts and cold walls were thin and lonely lamps.
Hanshan Temple is far away from the sky and the gate is close. Drunk dreams cover the new place like frost. Seventeen (go sound and send it off) The wind and rain continued all night, and all the dreams of spring came to nothing.
Thirty years of dust and fame have gone, and a lifetime of joy and sorrow has passed away. Eighteen (Fourteen Cold) The cold wind roared just outside the window, and the pillow was thin and the quilt was cold.
The raindrops at night often break my dreams. How can I lean on the railing when I think of my hometown in the distance. Nineteen (ten steams) The continuous rain moistens Xinzheng all day and night, and rice has flourished in Gusu since ancient times.
At this age, I miss the next year. Who can I get drunk and watch the lanterns with? Twenty (six hemp) Camellia is put on the rainy night in Gusu, and the fragrance intoxicates thousands of families. On this day, Lin Ling shocked the guests' dreams, and life was full of horizons.
Twenty-one (Ten Grays) The spring clouds suddenly break, the spring breeze rises, and the new year and the new sky bloom together. It's past time and I'm looking for a career. The fragrance of tea gradually fades and few people come.
Twenty-two (two Xiaos) Grandma dotes on my grandpa, but my aunt scolds him for being naughty since he was a child. The scoundrel roars for no reason, and the family's festival is temporarily wiped out.
Twenty-three (four branches) Zi is afraid of his neighbors. The clouds are straight and the Hongqiao is overflowing. The old cornices are surrounded by clear waves, and the individual passengers on the bow are cormorants.
Twenty-four (Xiaping one first) The angle is straight and the door is away from the corner end, and the river in the town is clear in all directions. Traveling eighteen thousand miles a day brings good fortune, longevity, mountains and wealth.
On the twenty-fifth day (Qu Sheng Ba Ji), the land is vast and the people in the leaning pond are sparse. The mobile phones are left in the pockets of the cars. I should know that I have no friends to warm up to the new year, and lend me more than a hundred text messages to read.
Twenty-six (Xia Qiyang) The loquats are fragrant due to the rain, and the broad-leaf green manure is a little yellow. I have been nostalgic for Qidaiwa for a few days, and all kinds of scenery have crossed my wall.
On the twenty-seventh day (Shangqiyu), it is raining in Suzhou, and the green eyes are playing with the blue lake. Looking north to China, thousands of miles away, heavy snow covers Jingu.
Twenty-eight (One East) The new rain is acupuncture, and the wind is cold and cold in the middle of the night. The golden powder ground of Judao and Suzhou is as fragrant as the wine of Yanzhao.
On the 29th (Xiaping Qiyang), I realized that Bingzhou was my hometown, and I looked at Yuyang from outside Gusu City. River fresh food is no better than seafood, and Wu Yu is not as good as Zhao Yugang.
At the age of thirty (Shangping Qiyu), I began to realize my hometown and Bingzhou. I went to Gusu City to visit Jingu. River fresh food is no better than seafood, and Wu Shu is not as good as Yan Zhao Shu.
Thirty-one (Xiaping Qiyang) There are camphor trees along the road in Gusu, and the elegance is boundless and dominates all directions. Passers-by don't know that one step is green, and six steps of money are worth the broad street.
Thirty-two (Shang Qiyu) The long rain flies away from ancient Wu, and the vast snow dances back to Kyoto. Looking back at the events of the past few days in a foreign country, I feel half happy, half sad and speechless.
On the 33rd day (into the 15th day), Shen Nu, a money-lover, goes to the rice bar and goes straight to the self-service salad. Small pans and pagodas rise up in the clouds, full of cucumbers and cheap fruits.
Thirty-four (Xia Ping Yi Xian) The glorious endless seven years, the fair lady recalls those years. So many youthful things happened in those days, all accompanied by the cool autumn before our eyes.
Thirty-five (going to the fourth house) Shen's daughter is currently studying architecture, and she is just caulking the bricks. The restaurant buffet strives for more, and the tall tower Lingyun Hao makes a move.
Thirty-six After all, the sea bass on the plate is delicious, and the cherries are dancing in their mouths. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will be accompanied by my beloved friends. I will hold up two or three chopsticks and half of them.
Thirty-seven (first next) The scenery of Shen Yuan is boundless, and the quiet camphor reflects the water lilies. Good rain knows the time, Wen Daiwa brings good fortune and opens up a new sky. 6. Are there any poems describing night rain in Suzhou?
There are thirty-seven poems here. "Gusu Poetry" Bingxu Xinzheng, Yu Shi Gusu.
The blessed land of golden powder is better now than in the past. The cold winter is silent, and the camellia trees are growing.
When the mist comes, the sun comes. The cornices of the old streets reflect the prosperity of several dynasties, while the golden walls of the new streets reflect the prosperity of a generation.
The old number is new, the store is fragrant, Wu Nong’s soft words are in my ears. I lingered in front of the view, wandered around Shiquan, climbed to the famous pavilion in Canglang, walked straight to the ancient town, tasted the moon tower, tasted Lu Manuo's recommendation, drank Sanwanchang, and enjoyed the Zhizhizhai, although my ears were blind but my heart was happy.
In the meantime, Wu Xuan bought a small white cloud pen, a small white cloud pen, a Chengxintang book, and a Cangpei room ink. Whenever there was chanting and writing, he returned after ten days and turned into a small collection. After reading it, the days in Gusu are still vivid in my mind.
1 (Shangping Qiyu) In the cold spring, I visited ancient Wu, and the gorgeous camellias were spread beside the road. Infinite beauty has no visitors, all old paper is replaced with new talismans.
Two (Xiaping Qiyang) The fish in Deyuelou is delicious, and the dried fruits in Zhizhizhai are fragrant. There is no mystery in the view of mystery, and the transit is nothing more than a turn in the intestines.
Three (Xia Ping Ba Geng) The broad road goes east and east, and there is a new city outside Gusu City. The lotus fragrance fills the sky and the earth, and the buildings are full of European and American sounds.
Four (Shangping Qiyu) Why visit Suzhou at the end of the year? Worship your aunt to accompany the newlyweds. Yanzhao and Wuzhong are thousands of miles away, and the willow buds are screaming in the freezing sky.
Five (Xia Ping Ba Geng) The legacy of politeness has been seen for generations, and Wen Zhenggong still laughs. In this school, Su is crowned the ancient Wu, and bamboos, peaches and plums are used to educate and prosper.
Seven (Xia Ping Er Xiao) The incense candles are burning with red clouds and tears, and each cluster is taller than the other. The people of Xinzheng gather in their ancestral halls and bow to the gods and their ancestors.
Six (Shangping Yidong) Spend thirty summers and winters in life, and the rugged road of love is the same as sea and sky. The geese left Hengyang without paying attention, and the Bashu people returned to Shaoxintong.
The poems and notes are full of stars like tears, and the front edge is like a bow over the months. Gusu welcomes a new year this night, will the bride be happy in this life? Eight (Seven Yus) The buildings are like waves breaking through the city, and the suburban houses and villages are in the second place.
The ancestors moved to find a gap, and the remaining bricks and tiles were used to plan their return. Nine (Xia Ping Yi first) Blue trousers, cigarettes, pink shirt, dancing with golden lotus in Xinzheng temple.
The sound of the golden bell clears the soul, and the Wu language sings about the bright sun and moon. Ten (Seven Suns) The ancient camellia and bamboo are slightly warm, and the spring water and the solitary pavilion are full of vegetation.
Visitors from afar are boarding the new Canglang River, washing their tassels and washing their feet to wash their new glasses. Eleven (Eleven True Twelve Texts) The single-layered flower is like a dimple, and the double-layered petals are like lips.
This is the only one who shines brightly in the winter solstice, but is shy in spring. Twelve (four branches) The cold village is silent in winter, and the day is late in the small courtyard.
Count some wintersweet flowers, and the fragrance sometimes smells on the partition wall. Thirteen (Seven Suns) Osmanthus flowers are inlaid with jade, and pine nuts, walnuts and red beans are inlaid.
As the New Year approaches, every household in Suzhou is busy making cakes. Fourteen (five micro) A pile of glutinous rice, yellow sugar and hundreds of fruits, steaming in a big pot over high heat.
The Shen family is having their spring wedding today, and they are feeding the surroundings like grinding giant cakes. Fifteen (six hemp) The claws are dancing, the teeth are bared and the anger is rising. Now the evil girl returns to her parents' home.
Poor Hakka thousands of miles away, the cold lights in the middle of the night reflect the tears. Sixteen (Ten Steams and Eight Gengs) The obscene rain and bitter wind invaded the guest house, and the thin quilts and cold walls were thin and lonely lamps.
Hanshan Temple is far away from the sky and the gate is close, drunken dreams cover the new place like frost. Seventeen (go sound and send it off) The wind and rain continued all night, and all the dreams of spring came to nothing.
Thirty years of dust and fame have gone, and a lifetime of joy and sorrow has passed away. Eighteen (Fourteen Cold) The cold wind roared just outside the window, and my pillow was thinner and the quilt was cold.
The raindrops at night often break my dreams. How can I lean on the railing when I think of my hometown in the distance. Nineteen (ten steams) The continuous rain moistens Xinzheng all day and night, and rice has flourished in Gusu since ancient times.
At this age, I miss the next year. Who can I get drunk and watch the lanterns with? Twenty (six hemp) Camellia is put on the rainy night in Gusu, and the fragrance intoxicates thousands of families.
On this day, Lin Ling shocked the guests' dreams, and life was full of horizons.
Twenty-one (Ten Grays) The spring clouds suddenly break, the spring breeze rises, and the new year and the new sky bloom together. It's past time and I'm looking for a career. The fragrance of tea gradually fades and few people come.
Twenty-two (two Xiaos) Grandma dotes on my grandpa, but my aunt scolds him for being naughty since he was a child. The scoundrel roars for no reason, and the family's festival is temporarily wiped out.
Twenty-three (four branches) Zi is afraid of his neighbors. The clouds are straight and the Hongqiao is overflowing. The old cornices are surrounded by clear waves, and the individual passengers on the bow are cormorants.
Twenty-four (Xiaping one first) The angle is straight and the door is away from the corner end, and the river in the town is clear in all directions. Traveling eighteen thousand miles a day brings good fortune, longevity, mountains and wealth.
On the twenty-fifth day (Qu Sheng Ba Ji), the land is vast and the people in the leaning pond are sparse. The mobile phones are left in the pockets of the cars. I should know that I have no friends to warm up to the new year, and lend me more than a hundred text messages to read.
Twenty-six (Xia Qiyang) The loquats are fragrant due to the rain, and the broad-leaf green manure is a little yellow. I have been nostalgic for Qidaiwa for a few days, and all kinds of scenery have crossed my wall.
On the twenty-seventh day (Shangqiyu), it is raining in Suzhou, and the green eyes are playing with the blue lake. Looking north to China, thousands of miles away, heavy snow covers Jingu.
Twenty-eight (One East) The new rain is acupuncture, and the wind is cold and cold in the middle of the night. The golden powder ground of Judao and Suzhou is as fragrant as the wine of Yanzhao.
On the 29th (Xiaping Qiyang), I realized that Bingzhou was my hometown, and I looked at Yuyang from outside Gusu City. River fresh food is no better than seafood, and Wu Yu is not as good as Zhao Yugang.
At the age of thirty (Shangping Qiyu), I began to realize my hometown and Bingzhou. I went to Gusu City to visit Jingu. River fresh food is no better than seafood, and Wu Shu is not as good as Yan Zhao Shu.
Thirty-one (Xiaping Qiyang) There are camphor trees along the road in Gusu, and the elegance is boundless and dominates all directions. Passers-by don't know that one step is green, and six steps of money are worth the broad street.
Thirty-two (Shang Qiyu) The long rain flies away from ancient Wu, and the vast snow dances back to Kyoto. Looking back at the events of the past few days in a foreign country, I feel half happy, half sad and speechless.
On the 33rd day (into the 15th day), Shen Nu, a money-lover, goes to the rice bar and goes straight to the self-service salad. Small pans and pagodas rise up in the clouds, full of cucumbers and cheap fruits.
Thirty-four (Xia Ping Yi Xian) The glorious endless seven years, the fair lady recalls those years. So many youthful things happened in those days, all accompanied by the cool autumn before our eyes.
Thirty-five (going to the fourth house) Shen's daughter is currently studying architecture, and she is just caulking the bricks. The restaurant buffet strives for more, and the tall tower Lingyun Hao makes a move.
Thirty-six After all, the sea bass on the plate is delicious, and the cherries are dancing in their mouths. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will be accompanied by my beloved friends. I will hold up two or three chopsticks and half of them.
Thirty-seven (first next) The scenery of Shen Yuan is boundless, and the quiet camphor reflects the water lilies. Good rain knows the time, Wen Daiwa brings good fortune and opens up a new sky. 7. Poems about Suzhou Water
Jiang Xue 》Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Ode to Plum Blossoms" by Lu You
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
"Pregnancy on the Early Cold River" by Meng Haoran
The wood falls and the wild geese cross south, the north wind blows and the river is cold.
My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun.
The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the solitary sail can be seen in the sky.
I want to ask questions, but the evening is long on the sea.
"Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink" Li Bai
The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.
Kill Tao Yuanming with a smile, without drinking the wine in the cup.
I caress a harp and plant five willow trees.
What do I have to do with carrying the turban on my head?
"Yin of the Bitter Cold" by Liu Jia
All the frozen springs can be swallowed, but I sing the cold even more. Leaning against pine trees in the middle of the night, my clothes are covered with snow.
Bamboo poles contain joys and sorrows, and I love to embrace the bitterness. Birds sing with joy and sorrow, and I love bleeding from the mouth.
If Pan Shengruo understands and chants, his hair will grow gray earlier.
"The Charcoal Seller" by Bai Juyi
Preface Kugong City
The Charcoal Seller cut down firewood to burn charcoal in the southern mountains.
His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth.
Poor, I am wearing only plain clothes, and I am worried that the weather will be cold.
There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks.
The cows were trapped and the people were hungry, so they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white.
Holding the document in his hand and pronouncing the edict orally, he returned to the carriage and shouted at the oxen to lead them north.
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoy will regret it.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk, tied to the cow's head to fill with charcoal. 8. Poems about Suzhou
The gardens in Jiangnan are the best in the world, and the gardens in Suzhou are the best in the river
The pagoda comes out from the forest, and the mountain is hidden in the temple (Tiger Hill)
There is little free space in the ancient palace, but there are many water lanes and small bridges
The boss likes to eat southern food, so he comes to Suzhou city
Suzhou is good, Feng Shui breed chicken heads, shiny and moist, with ten dendrobium beads each, soft and fragrant, full of milk, finely peeled and small, quiet and quiet
The East-West and South-North bridges face each other, and the painting Three Hundred Bridges Reflect the River City
Three Hundred and Seventy Bridges in Spring City, with red towers and wicker sticks on both sides
Green waves on the water from east to west, north and south, Three Hundred and Ninety Bridges with red rails
Reading Suzhou poetry at night makes my mind full of ice and snow.
The clouds are fluttering over Guansai, and the moon is slightly over the river and Han Dynasty.
In front of the south window of Qiulan, the fragrance is quietly emitted.
You have cherished my heart for thousands of years, and it becomes even more quiet as the years go by.
The sky is covered with falling crows and frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the bells ring at midnight to reach the passenger ship
1. A poem describing the scenic spots in Suzhou: Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the bells ring at midnight to reach the passenger ship. 2. Famous aphorisms about cherishing time. If a young man doesn’t work hard, he will become a sad man. 3. Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous. The sun has set, and the rays of rays are reflected on the calm lake. The lake is like colorful silk. Seeing this beautiful scenery, I can't help but think of what Bai Juyi wrote. Two poems: A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. 4. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. Night Mooring at Fengqiao by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is covered with frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman, sleeps in sorrow. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. Visit Gusu Yuzhi Temple again by Xu Hun of the Tang Dynasty. A leaf of Gao Wu falls in the early autumn, and I pass by the old sojourn in the corridor. The moon passes through the blue window and I drink wine tonight, and the rain dims the red walls last year. The dew in the jade pond is cold and the hibiscus is shallow, and the green trees are tall and windy, and the trees are sparse and sparse. Tomorrow I will set sail and go further east, and the immortal will laugh like a perch. Crossing the Wujiang River by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty There are fewer people in Houguan and the nights are longer. The trees in the distance of Gusu City are green. The rivers and lakes are ebbing and the tall buildings are far apart. The rivers and rivers are returning to Guangdian in autumn. The moon turns and the magpie shadows move across the sky, and the red grass on the low dew is wet with fluorescent light. Poet lovers in the literary garden should think more and not drown the hall in drunken music and singing. On behalf of the prostitutes, I presented them to the judge of Zhou. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The prostitutes' banquet will be farewell to Gusu tonight, and the guests will go to Jinghu Lake tomorrow. Don't go out in a boat to look for Fan Li, and follow the five horses to look for Luofu. Can the orchid pavilion return to the moon, but the autumn coolness in the baby pavilion is gone? I wish I could be my wife with you, and I won’t dye my mustache white when I return. Wu Yue Nostalgia Li Yuan, Tang Dynasty Wu Yue has been complaining for thousands of years, and the two palaces are playing woodcutter songs. When Gusu is defeated, the clouds are colorless, and Fan Li swims in the water. The mist of the old city turns to despair, and the moon falls on the barren trees, thinking of moths. Pedestrians want to ask about Xi Shi's pavilion, but the birds flying over the river are cold and green, and there are many green grasses. Sending people off for a trip to Wu. Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty. When I see you in Gusu, I will find you all resting on the river. The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges. Lotus root is sold in the night market, and Qiluo is carried on the spring boat. I know that the moon is not sleeping in the distance, and my homesickness is in the fishing songs.