Year:? Don? Author:? Han Yu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Jueju
Year:? Song? Author:? Monk Zhinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
The first period of spring rain in Lin' an
Year:? Song? Author:? Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Water threshold sends people's hearts.
Year:? Don? Author:? Du Fu
The hut is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu, with a spacious courtyard, no villages around and boundless vision.
Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky.
The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free.
The weather in Sichuan Province often rains at night, and the sky is clearly clear by the railings beside the water.
The flowers were drenched by the rain, the trees were covered with thick puddles, and my clothes and pillows were dry.
You can't live up to your old illness.
Pour the wine slowly, I rely on it to accompany me for a lifetime.
Throw the ball, win one game after another and come back before the rain stops.
Year:? Don? Author:? Feng Yansi
After winning, the rain hasn't cleared up yet, and the wind is strong and the grass is light in front of the building.
Gu Ying's writing is soft and lacy, and the sound of water is long and intoxicating.
Give me a suggestion, who is the most affectionate.