"Swallow to news agency, pear flower after Tomb-Sweeping Day. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. " No one blooms peach blossoms. Lovely crimson loves light red? -"Yongmei" by Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
"The drizzle makes Han Xiao, and the light smoke makes Liu Meiqing beach. It's getting longer and longer in my arms, and the snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon. Come fishing and sit on the bridge, and forget to borrow money from Lv Si. " The west wind still shines on the Han family mausoleum, and it is even more desolate, with a curved sword. "-A Farewell to the River Platform by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
"The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and the moon slowly rose in the lake in the east. I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? . "-In the Heron Tower by Wang Zhihuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
"The sky street is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is far from near." The best is a Spring Festival, which is definitely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial city. "-Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple"