Xi An Qu Jiang Chi Poems

1. A poem about Qujiang "Spring in Qujiang"

Year: Tang Author: Lu Lun

The calamus leaves and willows cross branches, and the lotus boat bird does not know the darkness. More to the deepest place where there are no flowers, the shadows of Yulou and Jindian are uneven.

Cui Dai painted a snipe with red makeup, with frightening clouds and breezes. Flute blowing, flowers flowing from south to north, rain falling.

The sound of spring is everywhere in Zhou Fang, and flowers and plants are in full bloom. As the sun sets, pedestrians are getting desperate and bird's nest is full of tall buildings.

Qujiang spring

Year: Tang Author: Zhang Qiao

Looking for spring to send away, around the river. A piece of water, a thousand years of hub dust.

The shore is cool with trees, and the waves chase tourists. Natural tourists are old and blowing new things every year.

Revisit Qujiang

Year: Tang Author: Han Wo

Fishermen should hear a sigh of relief. Avoiding wild gulls is like love, and falling flowers and snow are ruthless.

Sparse forest consciously long dike, spring water and ancient shore level. Melancholy brings people back to night, and the whip sheath is cold and light.

Qujiang

Year: Song Author: Li Fu

Mangjing Town, Tang Ruins, Anzhi Qin Gong. There are often many autumn rains, and sometimes there are micro springs.

Pu Puchun was born by herself and is still in love in autumn. In short, throughout the ages, things have changed.

2. Two poems describing Qujiang.

Du Fu

A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.

And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.

Emeralds are nested in the small hall by the river, and unicorns lie on the edge of the garden.

We must eat, drink, and be merry when we push physics. Why trip this body with a fleeting glance?

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

Qujiang

Li shangyin

At ordinary times, green chariots pass by, and Kong Wen's midnight ghost laments.

Today has not returned to the whole city, and the Jade Palace still divides Yuan Bo.

When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane, and I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family.

Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.

3. About Qujiang's poem "Qujiang" Time: Tang Author: Lu Lun calamus willow branches, dark lotus boat birds do not know.

More to the deepest place where there are no flowers, the shadows of Yulou and Jindian are uneven. Cui Dai painted a snipe with red makeup, with frightening clouds and breezes.

Flute blowing, flowers flowing from south to north, rain falling. The sound of spring is everywhere in Zhou Fang, and flowers and plants are in full bloom.

As the sun sets, pedestrians are getting desperate and bird's nest is full of tall buildings. "Qujiang Spring" Year: Tang Author: Zhang Qiao sent it in search of spring, around the river.

A piece of water, a thousand years of hub dust. The shore is cool with trees, and the waves chase tourists.

Natural tourists are old and blowing new things every year. "Revisiting Qujiang" Time: Tang Author: Han He reminisces about the past, so that Jiang Ting and fishermen should listen to the sound of big sigh.

Avoiding wild gulls is like love, and falling flowers and snow are ruthless. Sparse forest consciously long dike, spring water and ancient shore level.

Melancholy brings people back to night, and the whip sheath is cold and light. Qujiang year: brief introduction of Song author: Mangjing Town, site, Anzhi Qin Palace.

There are often many autumn rains, and sometimes there are micro springs. Pu Puchun was born by herself and is still in love in autumn.

In short, throughout the ages, things have changed.

4. There are several Tang poems describing the night scene in Qujiang instead of Qujiang poems.

Qujiang yesi

Hanhe

The drum will leave the moon, and the leisure square outside the park will be half closed.

The red lotus in the pool is condensed with dew, and the grass in the garden is accompanied by dusk.

The forest pond is quiet at night, and the fireworks are scattered like a village.

Generally speaking, the secluded world in the world is most related to poetic thinking and leaving the soul.

Qujiang

Li shangyin

At ordinary times, green chariots pass by, and Kong Wen's midnight ghost laments.

Today has not returned to the whole city, and the Jade Palace still divides Yuan Bo.

When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane, and I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family.

Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.

Quwang

Lulun

The calamus leaves and willows cross branches, and the lotus boat bird does not know the darkness.

More to the deepest place where there are no flowers, the shadows of Yulou and Jindian are uneven.

Cui Dai painted a snipe with red makeup, with frightening clouds and breezes.

Flute blowing, flowers flowing from south to north, rain falling.

The sound of spring is everywhere in Zhou Fang, and flowers and plants are in full bloom.

As the sun sets, pedestrians are getting desperate and bird's nest is full of tall buildings.

In addition, Du Fu also wrote several poems about Qujiang, but none of them involved night scenes. The most famous ones are "Two Poems of Qujiang", "Qujiang Duiyu" and "Aijiangtou", which are copied as follows for reference.

Two Poems by Qujiang

Du Fu

one

A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.

And look at the flowers and eyes, don't be too tired to drink too much.

The small hall by the river is a green nest, and the unicorn lies by the garden.

We must eat, drink, and be merry when we push physics. Why trip this body with glimpses?

Secondly,

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

The scenery of the message is mobile, so it doesn't violate the reward for the time being.

Qujiangdui fish

Du Fu

Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant.

The forest flowers are wet and the rain is rouge, and the water is long and green with the wind.

The new army of Longwu was stationed in the chariot, and Furong was not in the temple, burning incense.

When will this money be called, I will be drunk next to the beautiful woman.

Aijiangtou

Du Fu

Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring.

There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? ?

I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.

The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.

The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.

An archer, chest up, through the clouds, smiling.

Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.

A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.

Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers!

Tatars on horseback, in the dim twilight, covered the town with dust. I fled to the south, but I was still staring at the throne in the north.

Li Shangyin also wrote a poem about Qujiang called "Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"

Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

"Zhang Chuanxin from the Ministry of Water Affairs sent a letter to 22 scheerers, saying that he was going to Qujiang for a spring outing."

Han Yu

In the evening, a faint mist cleared away and the sky shone brightly.

The riverside of Qujiang is covered with thousands of trees. What's the matter with you so busy? Why don't you come?

5. Poems about "Qujiang Night Scene" What are the poems about "Qujiang Night Scene"?

1, looking at the ordinary green chariot, Kong Wen midnight ghost elegy.

2, the flute is long and blowing, and it rains from south to north.

3, language scenery * * * circulation, not against the reward for the time being.

4. When the sun sets, pedestrians have no way, and the nest is full of tall buildings.

5. The small hall by the river makes a nest of jade, and the unicorn lies by the garden.

6, see through the butterfly, some water flies slowly.

7. Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant in the evening.

I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.

9. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

10, the winding bank is covered by deep mountains, and the eye hook does not move.

1 1, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to oblique wind and drizzle.

I would sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dreamed that I was driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.

13, you find yourself laughing at nothing, and the feather fan is on the fishing boat.

14, Yunmeng Valley in Yueyang City is a mist.

15, fishing line rowing, broken bridge, pulling up the northern silk, hanging the little star.

6. Sentence 1 Describe the beautiful scenery of Qujiang Pool in the morning. In the morning, the sun has not come out, there is no wind, and everything is quiet. Looking from a distance, there is a thin cloud over the walnut garden, like the curtain on the bedside of my daughter's boudoir. As you get closer, you find that the branches of the walnut tree are slightly green, and the buds are getting fuller and fuller unconsciously, as if doing the last rehearsal for welcoming spring. The soil on the ground is so soft that you can smell it if you smell it carefully. Under the withered grass, a handful of tender grass has exposed its sharp head, mixed in the hay. This scene of young and old living together is really touching.

2. In the morning, the beautiful, brave and high-spirited rooster announces the dawn with a loud cry and sings one after another. The country slowly opened its sleepy eyes and woke up in a burst of comfort. A colorless light shines on the face through the beloved curtain. After I got up quickly, I opened the curtains and pushed open the window. The breeze blew gently, accompanied by a fresh taste. From a distance, the countryside is immersed in a hazy and ethereal realm. Ah, such a beautiful scenery, isn't it a touching paper painting?

Early in the morning, when I walked out of the door, a cold air came against my face and was chilly. Looking into the distance, the mist enveloped the earth, like a layer of white gauze, vaguely, only a few bare branches with white buds. When you look closer, it turns out that the branches are covered with white and glittering frost flowers, which are very beautiful.

The morning of the small lake ends in this sunshine. The sun slowly rises to the top of the head, the moon has disappeared, the morning frost has turned into crystal dew, and the fallen leaves are still falling. The little squirrel looked at the fallen leaves in the air and its tail was high. Wild ducks and geese are still busy in the lake. In order to make a living, the morning in the small lake is no longer calm.

7. Qujiang's Poetry and Fu Qujiang (Author: Li Lei, founder of new poetry tune)

Dragons patrol the eastern sky,

Qujiang clouds are surging.

Who has ever forgotten the top of Wudianpo?

In the eighteenth year of Dai Yue,

Wind and thunder are stirring.

Iron and blood take on more responsibilities,

A man's backbone.

The bow shot Sirius.

Teach the four seas to return to their hearts,

Be heroic! (Author: Huang Shanzhuo)

Shen Jiaqiu dreamed of leaving Jingchu, entering Sanqin, losing to Chang 'an, and studying for four years. At that time, we also visited the ancient temple, climbed the Wild Goose Pagoda, folded willows by the Bahe River and saw flowers in Ling Du Garden. Stroll the streets and visit the remains of the Han and Tang Dynasties; Wandering on the balcony, ignoring the years. In the autumn of the fifth child, Yu Xuecheng returned, and when Qujiang Park was newly opened, the tour was postponed for ten days. Because the thought of fu, in order to win, its words:

Qin Shihuang left the garden, an old museum of the Tang Dynasty, and spent thousands of years recreating its beauty. Although the green pool is rippling, it is not the water that shines in the national shadow; Full eyes, not inferior to the charm of evening makeup. Autumn is crisp, blue clouds curl, summer is quiet, and cicadas occasionally sound. First frost has not fallen, there is still a belated fragrance, a belated thank you; I didn't smell the cold when the west wind blew. Is it spring in March, and the fragrance is greasy on the nose; The warblers and swallows are flying, and the bees and butterflies are dancing.

So I walked along the quiet steps, walked around the covered bridge, looked around and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Qiu Jiang. The trees are slightly detached, and the pines and cypresses are green. Red fish swim and ducks chase each other. It has been a long time. Lotus will be disabled and will not be destroyed for a thousand years. Habitat stops at Jiangting, and the breeze is full of sleeves; Wandering by the water, the dust never touches the water.

Pedestrians are endless and tourists are colorful. The beach falling into the river is not a leap; The island contains waves, and fake ships can board. In front of the water table, a group of scholars waved ink; On a few bluestones, listening to the musician blowing sheng. Every time I see an old man holding quinoa, I hear a child's voice. Ladies and gentlemen, arms and wrists. Or wandering in the secluded road, or boating in the middle of the river.

Wandering in Sri Lanka, thinking about life is leisurely. Du Fu sat in Tantou for a long time, while Lotte stood at Yehe Pavilion. Between the walls of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, several people are always famous; Who is drunk in Qionglin banquet apricot garden? Flowers follow Shui Piao, and time flies. What I see is not the restoration of the old scenery of Han and Tang dynasties; Am I taking the road of jijiji? My mind is here, and I am disappointed with the breeze. The stone pile is empty, and there is no prince and grandson to tie the horse; Qujiang is still curved. Why does curved water flow?

It is getting closer and closer to the west, and it is already dusk. The afterglow shines obliquely and the sun flows. There is smoke in the cage at night, and the sun hides. Clouds half cover the moon, and starlight does not cover the lamp. Fuyuan fireworks, just volley and suddenly ring; The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is happy, but it has been forgotten. Beautiful scenery, not panoramic view; The evening breeze blows gently, and you will hurry home. Outside the Thousand Tree Pavilion, I used to lean on Yushu; I went to Yuejiang Tower, but unfortunately I didn't. When I left the garden, I still looked back, although I had dreamed for a long time. Another day's revisit in Hebei can be patched up in Sven. (Published in China CifuNo. 18)