Die Lian Hua, Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.
You can see the jade-carved saddle at the place where the building is high, but you can’t see Zhangtai Road.
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
Magnolia, Song Dynasty, Yan Shu
The road with green poplars and fragrant grass makes it easy to walk when you are young.
The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock, and the March rain is leaving melancholy at the bottom of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.
When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
"Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
Author: Li Bai
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.