Ask for a poem about singing the praises of the Northern Canal.

1.Ode to the Grand Canal.

I used to live on the banks of the Grand Canal.

I often walk along the Grand Canal.

The water of the Grand Canal flows quietly.

The banks of the Grand Canal are quietly changing.

The changing Grand Canal cannot forget the past.

The banks of the Grand Canal are barren.

The two banks of the barren ridge are covered with gray sand.

The people along the Grand Canal are also very hardworking.

No matter how hard you work, you can't get out of the cycle of poverty.

The low hut bent his back tiredly.

The old man with his bent back swallowed bitterly.

Today's Grand Canal has suddenly changed.

The transformed Grand Canal is full of singing and dancing.

Everyone's faces were full of smiles.

The two sides of the river, which are full of smiles, have a new look.

Golden bridges span the river.

The buildings are lined with blue sky.

The scenery reflects each other.

The boats were full of laughter.

Rows of fir firs brushing the water.

Flowers with smiling faces.

Birds are playing.

Patches of lawn are fragrant.

Groups of tourists come and go.

A couple swapped hearts.

Singing chased after the crowd.

One by one, the old people have become younger.

Let's say you're a wanderer.

I can't believe it.

Maybe it's a dream.

Could it be that Subei really came to a fairy.

It is the winds of reform that blow the earth.

The ancient northern Jiangsu ushered in spring.

The Grand Canal is a window to northern Jiangsu.

That's why I'm attached to the Grand Canal!

Grand canal. Listen to you silently.

Tell a legend that has been around for thousands of years.

How many lives have you lost in drunken gold.

The dance of the princes and nobles.

How many poems are flamboyant.

How many love dreams of talented and beautiful women.

Grand canal. Listen to you silently.

How many people have been told of their suffering.

Bloodshed for the pleasure of the powerful.

Although very helpless.

But you still are. It still contributes to the extraordinary strength of history.

It blends the south and the north.

Grand Canal Oh Grand Canal.

You have grandiose an imperial dream.

Bitter a generation of diggers.

But it has become a project for the benefit of a nation.

It is the China of the north-south ditch and the harmony.

It is the Chinese culture of silent aroma.

Yun Ya pondered the articles of the past and present.

Please don't be ugly if you don't have cultural merit.

Poems about the Grand Canal:

1, "Chusu Huaikou" [Tang] Song Zhiwen.

The lonely boat is in the river and the water is endless. Late Park to Chu Township, bright moon and clear Huaili. The east of the Bianhe River is poor, and the west of Luoyang is becoming more and more sad. At night, I heard that Chu Ge wanted to break off, and the situation was when Huainan Mu fell.

2, "Late into Bianshui" [Tang] Cui Hao.

Last night to the south of Chu, today to the north of the river. How many days can you be worried? There are not many rural roads. The sunny scenery shakes the trees, and the spring breeze sings. Changhuai has also ended, and Ning Fu is afraid of the tide.

3, "Xiaofa Guazhou" [Tang] Li Duan's relatives.

Xiaofa is a sad traveler, and he has not stopped alone. The cold river is half a moon, and the wilderness is gradually smokeless. Singing on the high shore, Hong hissed far away. Who knows that he avoids the apprentice and is not sure about the wine.

4, "Wind Bridge Night Park" [Tang] Zhang Ji.

The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

5, "Bianhe Song" [Tang] Li Yi.

Bianshui flows eastward in infinite spring, and the Sui family palace has become dust. Pedestrians don't go up to the causeway to look, the wind rises and Zhao Xunling Yang Hua is worried about killing people.

6, "Sauvignon Blanc Bianshui Flow" [Tang] Bai Juyi.

Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, and flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan was a little worried. Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it is time to return. The moonlight people leaned on the building.

The cloud foot line is suspicious and beautiful, and the boat in the middle of the lake is small and fast". The beauty and freedom in the poem are said to be your mother river.

Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

And I'm a kid in a small town who grew up on the banks of the canal.

If it is said that the Yangtze River resembles the Chinese nation.

Father, then you are the mother of the Chinese nation. You are like a light blue transparent and winding ribbon, slowly flowing on the vast land of the motherland; It is also like a city wall, protecting and nurturing the children of the canal on both sides.

Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal - My dear mother, although you do not have the overwhelming momentum of the Yangtze River, nor the surging pride of the Yellow River, you have a special beautiful bridge foundation, quiet beauty, and gentle beauty. You have witnessed the history and civilization of China for more than 1,700 years from ancient times to the present, giving birth to generations of people on both sides of the Spring Branch.

1.Pi Ri Xiu Bianhe nostalgia

As far as the Sui Dynasty died, it has been a thousand miles to the river.

If there is no water temple dragon boat thing, Gongyu will not give much credit.

2.Bianshui (Hu digging which one).

Once the thousand-mile-long river opens, the waves of the dead Sui will come for nine days.

Jinfan has never fallen, and the melancholy dragon boat will not return.

3.Li Li. 10,000 dragon ships are carried to Yangzhou and will not be returned.

It should be the Heavenly Sect that opens the water, and there are no mountains for more than a thousand miles.

The north and south of the Yangtze River are linked to each other, and the Sui Dynasty has been sentenced to several generations of slow filial piety.