Singing Fuyang's poetry and prose?

Fishing in Putan, Dan and Fuchunguo in the evening.

The mountains and clouds are fixed, and the red pavilion is not flooded.

The upstream is in a hurry, and the entrance is wrong.

Bright and faint, better than Lvliang Valley.

Swimming to the right place is easy to learn, but stopping is expensive.

In the quiet period of my life, I was weak.

After a long time, I will travel far and promise.

After writing for a long time, everything fell apart.

The arms are bright and spacious, and the foreign objects are nothing more than dragons and midges.

Xiyanshan-Baijuyi

Throughout the ages, the image of Xianju is forgiveness, enlightenment and ascension.

The treasure plate in front of the rock is loose, and the spirit pool at the mouth of the cave should be tidal.

The cliff folds a hundred flowers at night, and the crane cries in the clear night.

On the border of Yi Xi, I brushed the clouds and crossed the stone bridge.

Two Fuchun Poems —— Wu Rong

Water sends mountains to meet Fuchun, and a river is picturesque and sunny.

The clouds are low and the sails are heavy, and the cold sand birds rise and fall.

There may not be no guests in the willows, but there should be Qin people in the flowers.

The cool breeze in Yan Guang has a long history, so I dare not stop paying attention to it.

A trip to Fuchun River in Autumn-Luo Yin

The far shore is as flat as scissors, and the Chengjiang River is as quiet as a shop.

Cyclamen persicum, golden Li Hengnu,

Hanshan is broad and bright.

Yanling also has a high opinion. It's a good idea to go back to bed.

Two Songs of Xincheng Road-Su Shi

( 1)

Dongfeng knew that I was going hiking and blew away the rain accumulated between the eaves.

Clouds on the ridge are covered with floc hats, and bronze finches are hung on the trees on the first day.

Wild peaches and bamboo hedges are short, and streams and willows shake sand and clear water.

Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots in spring ploughing.

(2)

I have been here for a long time. I am listening to the sound of the stream by the stream.

Bulk materials are afraid of seeing forest axes and tired of listening to the wind.

When it is raining, tea merchants are happy and the mountains are clear.

How much do you know about the right way in the world? Try to seek coupling cultivation of mulberry fields.

Pan-Fuchun River-Land Tour

Paddles shake the river and push the drum, and the old country returns happily.

Look at the fishing pond when the autumn mountain breaks, and leave the fishing platform at dawn.

The official road has been donated in the past year, and the guest clothes still regret breaking the wind.

When I got home, I was at the Chicken and Dolphin Club, and the neighbors were laughing.

Li Huan-a boat of Fuchun.

There are beautiful mountains and rivers in the world, which push Fuchun from ancient times to modern times.

I have been here three times, and the scenery has changed several times.

Clean blue faces the window, and the sky is even.

Multicolored workers adorn it, and fine stones are rugged.

Guanshan-Chenguan

One mountain crosses the river, and Yu Chi lived here in those days.

The ground rises from the stone roots to meet the blue sky, and the sky moves in the middle.

At midnight, the social altar is full of clouds, and the city is full of spring scenery and deep purple.

After several summits, Haimen East went to Hangzhou.

Fuchun nostalgia-Wang Yizu

When the tide ebbs, the river blows at dusk, and the city wall stands on the Apollo.

Celebrities in Taiwan Province and China are the first heroes in the Three Kingdoms.

Zi Jiu painted mountains and greenery, and the red pine tablet covered with oblique seal.

Countless fishing boats are singing the sunset in the reeds opposite the west wind.

Narrative poem-Yu Dafu

Living under Yanling Beach, the scenery in Qin Dynasty is beautiful.

Peach blossoms in March, fishing boats come and go along the Chunjiang River.

The wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains are colorful. Floating from the stream, anything. From Fuyang to Tonglu, Baili, Strange Mountains and Different Waters, chinese odyssey.

The water is blue, and thousands of feet bottoms out. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them. If fierce wave rushes, how fast the arrow will go.

Sandwiched between mountains, cold trees grow and compete with each other. Strive for higher heights, Qianfeng. The spring stirs the stone and keeps ringing; Good birds sing, they rhyme. Cicadas are endless, and apes are endless. People flying in the sky, watching the peaks rest; Those who manage world affairs are eager to forget. The horizontal branches are covered, and the day is still faint; The thin strips set each other off, and sometimes the sun shines.