Poems, Sayings and Stories about Bridge

<Send to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou>

The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away,

Autumn is over, the grass in the south of the river has not yet withered.

The night of the twenty-four bridges under the bright moon,

Where does the jade man teach his blowjob?

Li Bai

Sending Wei Wan back to Wangya

The Immortal was born in the east, and he made a great deal of clouds.

Peiran traveled to the sky and lost his place.

Weihou followed the great name, the original family chat Regent City.

They were the first to be recognized in the world, and the first to be recognized in the world by the ancient sages.

Thirteen years of literature and history, waving the pen like a vibrant silk.

Defending Tian Ba Sheng, heart Qilu Lianzi.

West to Qing Luoyuan, quite amazing world noise.

Caixiu is lying in the king's house, because I peeped at the door of the cave.

When you come to visit Songfeng, you'll find a pair of feathered guests.

When I was traveling with the moonlight, I stayed at the window of the jade maiden.

Ghost Valley is the most beautiful place in the world, and Longtan is the most beautiful place in the world.

The water of Bianhe River is floating in the east, and I have been visited for three thousand miles.

It is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a big smile on her face, and I've never seen anything like it.

Waving my hand between Hangzhou and Vietnam, I looked at the tide at the Zhangting Pavilion.

The waves rolled over the rocks of Haimen, and the clouds crossed the mountains in the sky.

White horses walk in the car, and thunder runs in the heart.

When I heard about the beauty of the city of Huiji, I said to myself, "I'm going to go to the Yixi River.

Ten thousand ravines and a thousand rocks, the lofty mirror lake.

The color of the show can not be named, the clear light full of Jiangcheng.

People swim by the moon, boats travel in the air.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I'm not sure if I've ever been in the world for a long time.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get to the top of the world, and I don't know if I've ever been there.

They are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all.

The five peaks turn to the moon, the hundred miles of pine sound.

Lingxi is the best place to go, and Huading is the best place to go.

The stone beam crosses the blue sky, and the side foot walks on the half-moon.

Suddenly, I thought of Yongjia, and I was not afraid to take credit for the sea road.

The highest peak of the sea is the highest seat, and I look back to the red city of Xia.

The red city is gradually disappearing, and the lonely island is in front of the company.

The water continues to flow for thousands of years, and the pavilion is empty of a thousand frosty moons.

Jinyun Chuan Valley is difficult, Shimen is the most observable.

The waterfall hangs the Big Dipper, no end of this water.

Spraying wall sprinkled with snow, air and cold day.

The waterfalls are the most beautiful and the most beautiful in the world.

Roaring seventy beaches, the water and the rocks erupt together.

The road creates Li Beihai, the rock opens Xie Kangle.

The pine wind and the sound of apes, searching for the caves and gullies.

The path leads to the Meihua Bridge, and the two streams are filled with the tide of return.

Fallen sails on the shore of Jinhua, the red pines can be recruited.

Shen Yao's eight-voice building is a lonely peak on the west side of the city.

The peak of the company's four wildernesses, and the open look of the group of rivers will be.

The cloud rolls heaven and earth to open, the wave even the west of Zhejiang big.

The flow of Xin'ankou is turbulent, and Yanguangse is in the north.

The fishing platform is in the blue clouds, far away from the Cangling Mountain.

Somewhere along the way, I came to Wudu, and Pei went back to Gusu.

Smoke across the nine doubts, expansive and see the five lakes.

The eye and the heart are farther away, but the sad song is a long appeal.

By the side of the Chu River, the Yangzi Jin.

Dressed in Japanese fur, I was able to get out of the wind and dust.

May is the month of May, and I know it is not a servant.

There is no limit to the joy of meeting, and the water and the stone are in my eyes.

It is not a matter of the five lords, but of the hundred golds.

My friend, Yangzi Yun, sings and sings.

Though he was the ruler of Jiangning, he was a good friend of the Mountain Lords.

It is a good thing that I love you.

When will you be here? There should be a date in Sendai.

The green jade tree in the east window will grow three or five branches.

To this day, the people of the Temple of Heaven laugh at the late return.

I am sorry to say goodbye to you, but I am sad to see you go.

If the Yellow River doesn't stop, the white head will miss it.

Ma Zhiyuan

<<Tianjingsha `Autumn Thoughts>>

The withered vines and old trees are dimly lit by crows,

The small bridges and flowing rivers are home,

The old roads are thin and windy in the west,

The sun sets in the west,

The people who have broken their intestines are at the end of the world.

Yuan Zhen (元稹)

天下风景数会稽,

灵汜桥前百里镜,

安得故故生羽翼,

飞来相伴醉如泥。

Li Shen

"The Bridge of Bom" >>

The Bridge of Bom is full of sadness and sadness, and it is clear that the lake is wrapped around the pond.

The flowers on the shore are heard before and after the birds, and the moon on the lake complains about the green poplars.

It is only the gray hair that can be promoted, and it is the springtime when you ride the wind and horses.

Why do I need to return to China, but I will remember the Vietnam countryside withered and withered?

Hua Zhen

The Returning Pearl Bridge

The Returning Pearl Bridge on the stream is the home of the governor,

The small bridge crosses the blue sand diagonally.

The breeze does not **** the door wall,

Long with the cold spring waves.

Lu You

Wu Yun Qiao

Ruoye North and Mirror Lake,

Misty flying bridge across the sky.

Who will recognize the double migration of Linggu?

I have come to lean on the evening smoke.

Autumn Thoughts

Mountains and streams and bridges in early autumn,

There is nowhere to go,

Monks' corridors and halls are occasionally used to write poems,

The fish market is often used to administer medicines.

Bai Juyi

Lou Missy's tune is sung in every house, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere.

The old songs are not to be listened to, but to the new branches of the willow.

There are four or five trees in front of Tao Ling's door, and a hundred or a thousand in Yafu's camp.

It is February in the East, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge.

These are the first of their kind in the world, and they are the first of their kind in the United States.

White snowflakes are in the air, green threads are weak, but they are not strong enough to defeat a warbler.

Red board river bridge green wine flag, Pavilion Wa Palace warm sun slanting time.

The poor rain rests, the east wind is set, ten thousand trees and thousands of stripes each hanging.

Suzhou willows can be boasted of, and even more so in Qiantang.

If you are looking for a little bit of love, the green poplar is deep in the Su family.

Su family daughter old well-known, willow wind in front of other feelings.

These are the most important of all, and the most important of all is that they are the most important of all, and the most important of all is that they are the most important of all.

Leaves contain thick dew like crowing eyes, and branches curl up in the breeze like dancing waist.

Smaller trees can't help but climb and bend, and I beg you to keep two or three of them.

It is said that the willow leaf is like a sad eyebrow, but there is even more sadness like the willow silk.

These are the most important things that you can do to make your life easier.

Autumn Evening on Willow Bridge

The bridge is sparse, the water is falling, and the road is all open. The moon in every house, the wind in every fishing boat. There are no common things to see, and there are dead trees to walk on. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.

Miscellaneous Autumn Songs

The first eyesight of a long rain was a delight, and the green shoes stepped all over the house. Suddenly, I came under the willow bridge, and the dew was wet with polygonum.

Autumn Night on the Willow Bridge

The moon is alone for ten thousand miles, sweeping away the floating clouds. It's a good night for my hut in the fall, and I don't want anyone to help me on the bridge.

Improvisation

Small mountains of pomegranate blossoms illuminate the eyes, plums fall from the sound. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

The Willow Bridge>

The village road is clear and the snow is made of mud, and I have not been able to get to the west side of the bridge for ten years. When I went out, I realized that spring had come early, and the willow was dyed light yellow and dipped into the stream.

"Walking Alone, Crossing the Willow Bridge and Returning"

Suddenly, I felt a little better, and I called the children to help me down the hall. The cold clouds were covering the river, and the snow was about to fall. The dog at the root of the hedge is barking, and the chickens are pecking at the pestle. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. (The title is "A Wine Shop under the Cross-Lake Bridge"): "The water of the lake is greener than dye, and the wildflowers are burning with red. Spring was halfway through March, and it was better than ten years ago. A small store opens new wine, and a painted boat goes up on the flat bridge. I'm happy to be strong and healthy, so I don't have to be ashamed of being on top of the world.

"Under the Wine Tower on the Lake Bridge"

The fomentation building is beside the misty clouds, and the Mulan boat is outside the rainy sky. Who knows that the old man is so mad that he alone occupies ten miles of autumn in the south of the city?

"Willow

Spring is everywhere, but in the lake bridge willow color. When I saw the light yellow turn into tender green, I realized that the creation was fully accomplished.

The Return of the Evening

The bridge in Plum City is filled with the evening dew, and the boat returns by the sound of the ling song. The white gulls are all gone, but I don't want to warm the fishing island for the ghosts.

Made in a Boat in Meishi

The canal leads northward to a small bridge, and gradually enters into a vast marsh. I was so drunk that the rain was hitting the canopy.

The Twilight of Spring

The city bridge is under the shore of the lake boat, carving thresholds and curtains half hooked. I'm sure you'll be drunk by the end of spring, but I'm sure you'll be drunk by the end of spring, so I'll be drunk by the end of spring.

"On the River"

The river at the head of the Yuhui Bridge is vast, and the village stores on the other side of the river are filled with lonely smoke. The cold clouds and the snow are all over the field, and the broken geese are calling for the people who are not yet asleep. I've been drifting back to my home country for thousands of miles, and I've spent my whole life trying to get to the sky. In his twilight years, he still wanted to learn from Zhou Kong, but he did not fast for a long time in front of the embroidered Buddha.

The third part of "Leisurely Traveling"

Purifying the scene on the smoke and waves, and letting go of the mind in poetry and wine. The tide falls by the Yu Hui Bridge, and the setting sun ties up the tent several times."

Two Songs of Crossing the Dupu Bridge

One of them is: The waves outside the bridge are as green as a duck's head, and the wine in the cup is as yellow as a goose's. The drunkenness under the camellia flowers has just woken up. I was drunk under the camellia flowers, but I crossed the western village to see the sunset.

Second: Spring water grows after the rain in the north of the bridge, and the sun sets in the south of the bridge. I'd like to ask you if you're not happy with the wine. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

"In the Boat"

Twisting Totaru's roof to the north of Keqiao, and the boat to the west of the grassy market, the moon adds to the frosty air, and the sky is lowered with a bucket and a ladle. The moon is frosty, the sky is low, and there are no fish jumping in the freezing water, and there are cranes roosting in the deep forest. I don't mind the wine in the village, but I am drunk as mud again.

"Summer and Autumn Boat Morning and Night in the Lake"

The city south of the sky mirror three hundred miles, draped with heavy emerald screen. The best long bridge bright moon night, send boat curry Jian on the lanting.

"Under the moon from the three bridges lake return to the three mountains" Su Bibi first rose east of Yu Temple, the wind in the sky for me to send a lonely tent. The mountains are across the jade sea, people in the kettle in the misty. I could hear the barking dogs in the thatched cottage, and see the frightened goose in the faint smoke of the appletine. The white head still endures the cold, and I can stretch out the fishing all my life.

Autumn Evening in a Boat on the Hongqiao Bridge

The first time I unlocked the cable and left the door of the small city, I let my penny break through a stream of clouds. The dew glows together and scatters itself into a formation, and the waterfowl fly and sing as if searching for a group. The maple is falling down and the river is getting old in the fall, and the river is tilting and the night is about to part. The old scholar has lost his ambition for success and fame, and he sings a long song in his drunkenness.

Twelve Words on the Willow Branch of Jianhu Lake

Three or two fishing villages by the old trees, fishing children mending the nets of the peg boat head. The boardwalks and thatched roofs of Hunan Dai and the rainy flowers are all the more pitiful.

Zhang Xu

The Peach Blossom Stream

The Hidden Flying Bridge is separated from the wild food, and the fishing boat is on the west side of the stone island.

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long, and where is the clear stream in the cave morning?

Lu You

Bu Shi Zi * Wing Mei

By the broken bridge outside the post, the lonely bloom has no owner.

It's already dusk and I'm alone with my sorrows.

It is not my intention to fight for spring, but to let all the flowers be jealous.

Fall into mud and dust, only the fragrance as the old

Raccoon River Sand (Chen Heyi)

Leaving Hangzhou day, Liang Zhongmou Hui wine, very clear and beautiful.

July 12th night lying in a small pavilion, and has been on the moon, drinking a few cups

Sent the perched crows again twilight bells.

The shadow of the railing was born on the east side of the screen.

It was a lonely crane driving the wind in the sky.

Dancing under the bright moon, the autumn sky is as empty as water and wine.

The immortal has gone with the quasi same.

Ruyumengling (Fan Chengda)

Fomentation screen guests live.

The water color and the mountain light are countless.

The slanting sun is full of the sound of the river, where to support the small ferry.

This is the first time I've been to a place where I've seen a lot of people.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.

The gulls and herons have been scattered all over the continent.

The Ballad of Mount Lushan to Squire Lu's Boat

I am a man of Chu, and the phoenix song laughs at Kong Qiu.

Holding a green jade staff, I bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower.

The five mountainous regions are not far away from the immortal search, and it is good to enter the famous mountain tour in my life.

Mount Lushan is the most famous mountain in the world, and it is the most beautiful mountain in the world, and it is the most beautiful mountain in the world.

We are the first to see General Cao's painting of a horse in the residence of the Minister of Wei (Du Fu)

The noble relatives and the powerful have got the handwriting, and then they realize that the barrier is full of light.

Autumn Evening (Du Mu)

Silver candles and cold autumn light on the painting screen, a small fan to fight the fireflies.

The night is as cool as water on the heavenly steps, and I sit and watch the Altair and the Weaving Maiden.

There are too many .......