Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and a thousand flowers are lower than Du Fu's.
Spring can't shut the garden, an almond goes out of the wall.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Far knowledge is not snow, but forgotten by faint fragrance.
The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers and Huang Chao.
If I were Di Qing in another year, I would report peach blossom and blossom in Huang Chao.
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The autumn wind passed through the garden last night, blowing off the yellow flowers and wandering around.
The most important thing is that you can't stay in the world. Zhu Yan's handwriting is beautiful, and Wang Guowei is a tree.
I don't know how many flowers were folded last night.
Bloom flower source:
Han Gongchun beginning of spring Day
Han Gongchun beginning of spring Day _ Baidu Chinese
[Author] Xin Qiji
[Full text] Spring is back, look at the beauty's head, and spring banners curl up. Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to collect all the cold. Swallows in 2008 expect to dream of the West Garden tonight. Hun didn't do it. Chengcheng Huang recommended wine, and even leeks were piled up.
However, I laughed proudly from now on, so I smoked plums and dyed willows, and I had no leisure at all. Come back to look in the mirror and change your face when you are free. Clear sorrow, ask who, Jie Lianhuan. Dare not see, bloom flowers fall, geese return first.