First, "The nearest flower, Mizhou Shangyuan"
Song sushi
On the night of Lantern Festival, by the river, the bright moon shines brightly on beautiful people. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust.
Lonely mountain people are old! Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the Nongsang Society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.
On the midnight snack in Hangzhou, the bright moon is like frost and people are picturesque. In blowing sheng, you smell musk, and you can go with the horse without dust. People in lonely Michigan are getting old. People played drums and flutes along the street, but in the end they turned to the Nongsang Society to worship the land god. Lights are cold and frosty, and dark clouds cover the earth. It is going to snow.
Second, "Yuan Er Song"
Wang Ming Shouren
Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown. I am lonely, lonely, lonely and desolate village.
Fortunately, there are books left to accompany me, and I am glad that no horse was invited to travel.
Spring has come, the grass pavilion is full of plum blossoms, and the moon is not soluble in the courtyard.
At this time, the hall of Yuyao's hometown is brightly lit, and all my brothers are here. My parents must miss me very much in this remote place.
Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown, but I sit alone in a desolate village. Fortunately, I have the rest of the scriptures as my companion, and I am glad that there are no chariots and horses to invite me to travel. Spring has come, the grass pavilion and plum blossoms are the first to bloom, the moonlight shines on the empty courtyard, and the snow has not melted. At this time, Yuyao's hall was brightly lit, and his brothers came. My parents must really want me to be far away alone.