Poetry that empathizes with things

Ouyang Xiu's two poems, one of which asked for flowers in tears, flew over the swing in confusion. Zhang Mi's affection is only in spring, so it's a pity to leave people behind. If you ask He Zhu Hengtang Road, how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. Ouyang Xiu's trip to Shanghai is far from sorrow and boundless, and the distance is like spring water. Li Yu's peace and happiness, like spring grass hating itself, can go further and live better. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao liked to grow flowers all over the world. The old man only planted bamboo, and all the frost and snow in the court were cleared away, but it glowed with new green. After a quiet night of snow, the shadow is green, don't be blown away by the wind, it's exquisite and broken.