A little dew condensation, wave shadow.
The pond is full and the green stems are red.
Heartbroken, water and air are cold. ?
Interpretation: In the early morning, the level of the lake is like a mirror, and the dew on the lotus leaf rolls and stares at the reflection in the lake. Green branches and red flowers are mixed together, which makes people confused. The cold wind blew the bones into the water, and my heart was depressed and my heart ached.
2. The Song Dynasty Zhu's "Bodhisattva Man, Wet Cloud, Hanxi Bridge":
The wet clouds are still and the bridge is cold. Tender cold first penetrates the east wind shadow.
The sound of water under the bridge is long. The fragrance of a branch and the moon.
People cherish flowers as always. Flowers are thinner than people.
Don't rely on small columns to do it. Flowers are cold at night.
Interpretation: wet clouds are stagnant, the bridge is cold, and the light cold has just penetrated the east wind. The water under the bridge makes a long sound, and the plum branches along the river are rubbing with the moonlight, giving off bursts of fragrance. People like flowers as if they had met an old friend. Compared with people, flowers should be handsome and thin. A person is alone, leaning against that small railing, not knowing that it is enduring the cold at night!
3. The Song Dynasty Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha Copper Flower on the Wave Face Cold":
Corrugated copper flowers are cold. Jade man fishes and straightens the hook. The bright moon is in the sky, and the pool pavilion comes into the autumn night. ?
Jiang Yan's words are parting, and the water is as red as spring break. The west wind well leaves worry first.
Interpretation: The rippling West Lake is like a diamond-shaped bronze mirror, as if someone left it in the cold leaves and didn't pull it out. Which beauty tidied up the fishing rod and caught a slender moon hook in the lake. The moonlight is clear, reflected in Chige, and it is very cold in autumn at night.
In those days, like Shuang Yan whispering, the old swallow flew in the early morning, and it seemed that with the end of spring, the lotus on the water faded into brilliant red. The west wind blows through the phoenix tree in the courtyard, and the leaves that feel the most sad fall first.
4, Qing dynasty NaLanXingDe "corn poppy, the wind put out the furnace smoke residual cold":
The wind blows out the furnace smoke, and it is still cold, accompanied by only a lonely shadow.
Who woke up to come out?
The flowers are hard to meet, the wine is delicious, and the head is scratched.
I always have to sleep drunk in my leisure time, for fear that I will still be in front of you when I wake up.
Interpretation: The cold wind blew out the residual smoke in the incense burner, and the burnt candle ash was no longer warm, only my lonely shadow accompanied me. I'd rather get as drunk as a fiddler, anesthetize myself with alcohol, and ask God loudly who is the sober person in this world.
Why is it always inseparable to meet a bosom friend, and people can only scratch their heads and sigh at an empty cup full of tables when they go to dinner? Leisure is hard to send, so I'd better use wine and dreams to escape. But I am afraid that when I wake up, I will stand in front of the glass again with full sadness.
5. Wen Tang's "Bodhisattva crossing the river, bamboo wind crossing, brightening the cold":
The bamboo wind gently moves the court to remove the cold, and the bead curtain shines on the moon.
Mountain pillow hidden makeup, green sandalwood golden phoenix.
The second moth is sad and shallow, so the country is far from Wu Gong.
Spring hates love and hatred, and the painting building is a bit noisy. ?
Interpretation: Bamboo tips pass over the stone steps, bringing cold wind and breaking the delicate moonlight on the bead curtain. The mountain pillow hides her heavy makeup, and only the end of the ebony pillow is painted with a pair of golden phoenix. The moth eyebrows are faintly surrounded by sadness. Although I am in the Wu Palace, my heart is in my distant hometown. I hate the rush of spring, Chun Qing is stronger, the painting is more leaking, beating her sleepless, and the morning light rises on the horizon in my sleepless thoughts.