"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
2. "Smell the Orioles" Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty
Listening to the cuckoo clock in the morning and evening, I didn't expect that the song of the oriole was suddenly introduced.
Familiar cries interrupted my sleep by the Xiangjiang River, showing the vitality of my hometown.
The mountains are thousands of miles, the sky is sky-high, and the wheat waves are rolling.
Kyoto Prefecture collects preferential taxes and donations from farmers. After the busy farming season, villagers come and go to ferment rice.
In the courtyard of the deep house where the smoke is curling, the people in the village greet the people on the south side of the village from a distance.
The oriole flies in the sun, crosses the pool high, and the wind looks askance at the slender wings of willow leaves.
I am now in the hometown of Wanshui, Qian Shan, just like the Hakkas in Chu can't go home anymore.
Why do birds from your hometown come here reminds me of my distant hometown.
Stop chirping and fly back with your wings. The penicillin you love will have ripe fruit.
3. Song Xu Lin's "Mixed Poems in the Boat, Green Trees Sitting on Orioles"
The green trees sit on the oriole, and the seedlings point the egrets.
Sleeping in the window of the boat, I know it's Jiangnan Road.
4. "Fu Parrot Three Orioles" Song Jiangteli
Ziyan oriole also speaks, or follows the curtain or wears flowers.
Love is as important as you, your rich family in Huatang.
5. In Song Dynasty, Li Chuquan wrote Two Poems: He Zu, Green Tree, Oriole, Yin and Qing.
The trees and orioles are uncertain, and the spring breeze is unbearable.
Wild smoke is covered with grass, and the riverside is full of flowers.
The sound of the old country adds dreams, and the foreign land saves things and reduces feelings.
Everyone is talking about war, and I think it's all faded now.
6. "Chen Yunde's" Meixi New Fu "Part II" Shadows "Xugong in Ming Dynasty
After the rain, the old trees are neat and the pavilions are green.
The oriole seems to be in pity, flying around at the expense of singing.