Little plum blossoms in the mountain garden
Author: Lin Bu
One of them
All the flowers are swaying, and they are alone in beauty, occupying all the charm to the small garden.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly is like a knowing soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and there is no need for the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
Second
It is difficult to cut the silk into pieces and dry it, and it will be thin and thick towards the back.
The sun is thin from spring to late evening, and the frost is deep, so the cold nights come.
The clear and fresh food is only cherished by the neighboring monks, and is ignored by the common people.
Reminiscing about the old journey south of the Yangtze River, the wine flags flickered and fell into the chanting saddle.