1. Looking for poems and prose about ancient alleys 1. "Woyi Alley" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Translation: The deserted place beside the Zhuque Bridge is covered with wild grasses and wild flowers, and the broken walls and ruins at the entrance of Wuyi Alley are the setting sun.

The swallows that were under the eaves of Director Wang and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

2. "Jinling Baiyang Cross Alley" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Baiyang Cross Alley, North Jiahu Channel.

No people from the Wu Dynasty were seen, and Tang Nian grass grew in the sky.

Heaven and earth were overturned, and all the palaces and cities fell.

The six emperors left the ancient hills, and the woodcutter Su wept and left the old man.

Translation: Baiyang Cross Alley in Jinling, to the north is the entrance to the tidal river channel.

All the personnel and affairs of Wu State during the Three Kingdoms period have passed away, and now only the vegetation of the Tang Dynasty is green.

The heaven and earth have changed tremendously, and the palace of Wu has long since collapsed.

Only a few rustic relics of the Six Dynasties remain, and the former nobles are now weeping woodcutters and mulberry wives.

3. "Linjiang Immortal: When the cherries fall and return in spring," Five Dynasties: Li Yu When the cherries fall and return in spring, the butterflies turn over and fly into gold powder.

In the west of the small building, Zigui cries about the moon, and the curtains are covered with jade hooks, and the melancholy smoke hangs down at dusk.

After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, I looked at the remaining tobacco in the doldrums.

The incense of the stove is floating around the phoenix, I hold the belt in my hand, I look back with regret.

Translation: The cherries that were hard to offer in the ancestral temple have fallen - they all go back with the spring, and the ignorant pink butterflies still fly together for fun.

Du Yu's transformed Zi Gui wept and cried every night in the west of the small building.

Leaning against the jade-hook curtain in the building window, I watched the smoke hanging down from the curtain with melancholy.

After nightfall, the alleys became quiet, and people dispersed one after another, facing the tobacco downturn dejectedly.

Cigarettes from the stove circled the quilt pillow decorated with phoenixes.

But seeing her with a sad face and holding an empty Luo Dai, how can we not make people look back and hate Yiyi.

4. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 2" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.

In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.

At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass.

When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.

The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.

Translation: Living in the countryside, I rarely interact with people, and there are few cars and horses in the remote alleys.

During the day, the door is closed tightly, and all secular concepts are eliminated in the quiet room.

After farming, he would go to the fields from time to time, move the grass aside, and interact casually with the farmers.

After meeting, they did not talk about worldly matters, but only talked about the growth of mulberry trees and hemp in the countryside.

The mulberry trees in the field have gradually grown taller, and the area of ??land I cultivate has also increased.

I often worry that frost and snow will fall suddenly and crops will wither like grass.

5. "Walking in the Suburbs" Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao Walking freely in the green fields of Fangyuan, spring enters the distant mountains and is surrounded by green mountains.

Xing Zhuan Chao Hong passes through the willow alley, and he sits on the moss rock near the flowing water.

Mo Ci drank a lot of wine to persuade her, but she was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Translation: I enjoyed traveling in the fields covered with fragrant grass and flowers. The spring breeze was in full swing in the distant mountains, and everything was green and green all around.

Take advantage of your interest to chase the fallen flowers flying in the wind through the swaying alleys of willow silk; when you feel sleepy, you will sit on the moss-covered stones by the stream to rest.

Don't refuse this glass of wine and live up to your very sincere invitation to drink. I'm just afraid that the wind will blow the flowers and scatter them one by one.

Besides, today is the Qingming Festival, and the weather is nice and sunny, so you may want to play as much as you want, but don’t forget to return after having fun.

2. Poems describing the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou Slender West Lake Wang Hang The weeping poplars continue to connect with the remaining weeds, and the wild goose-toothed red bridge looks like a painting.

It also sells gold in a pot, so it should be called Slender West Lake.

Qinghuai Du Mu The wine shop in the down and out rivers and lakes, Chu waist is slender and the palm is light.

After ten years, I dreamed of Yangzhou and won the reputation of a brothel.

Twelve Poems to Relieve Boredom Du Fu Shang Hu bid farewell to Yangzhou and recalled his old post building in Xiling.

In order to ask about the value of Huainan rice, I took advantage of the opportunity to travel eastward.

Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling by Li Bai My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

Du Jiangdu Bamboo Branch Poetry Qiyu The spring water in Hangou is as green as oil, and the spring breeze lingers everywhere.

The flutes and pipes of the twenty-four bridges have stopped, and the bright moon still remains over Yangzhou.

Yangzhou Bamboo Branch Poems Liu Tao's version Two parts of the moon are played by the flute, and the other half belongs to the 24th Bridge in Yangzhou.

It has a unique and unforgettable charm, with wooden railings carrying flowers and wine.

Recalling Yangzhou by Xu Ning Xiao Niang has a thin face and it is difficult to shed tears, and her eyebrows with long willow leaves are easy to get sad.

One part of the world is a bright moonlit night, and the other two parts are Yangzhou.