An ancient poem about an outing

1, "Go for an outing"

Author: Chong Wang

Tea grinds the water before the mountain, and the red makeup team returns.

The flowers are drunk, and the butterflies are on the face.

2. Walking in the East Garden

Author: Deng Shi

Peony leaves have exposed edges, which can be found with grass.

Peach blossoms are red and dark, and willow leaves are misty and deep.

Where is the fragrant mud busy with swallows, who is fine and who is noisy?

Sad cold socks are muddy and weak, leaning against the east wind and green trees.

3. "In February, we had a rain banquet and took a walk in Huantong Yunwa."

Author: Cheng Jiasui

It's better to stay in spring and have guests come to the secluded room for fun.

Summer attracts peaches and obstacles, and the sky sticks to green grass bow shoes.

Fireworks roll in the path, and the landscape pavilion is in harmony with bamboo meat.

Drunk and loving the rain and laughing, I don't know what to complain about.

4. "Go for an outing"

Author: Zhao Rucheng

The fields are full of spring ploughing, and the soft wind is pleasing to the eye.

Molu green and cry willow, raise white and drunk flowers.

5. "Go for an outing"

Author: Wu Ke

Living in seclusion is lazy and slow, and it is better to be in the spring breeze everywhere if you keep it for a lifetime.

Making flowers with grass is tasteless after all, and finding mountains and loving bamboo is still affectionate.

6. "Remember the local customs at the beginning of the year and send the children to look forward to two songs, one of which is an outing."

Author: Su Zhe

On the river, the ice disappears and the grass is green.

The pontoon bridge is too heavy without water, and the wild shop is too bad to be removed.

The cold flowers in Panasonic began to break calyx, and the birds in the valley gradually sang.

Dongmen Spring pulsates in the dzi beads, and duck tongue is born in Guanli Danchi.

Bottles of poppies at the foot of the mountain are stained with young children, and drums and music gather at the top of the mountain.

The skirt is red on the river, and the green cover is covered with the sound of stepping on stones.

When you walk towards the dawn, you will be eager to try, and you will not get drunk if you talk too much.

The most pitiful people are scattered in the west, and the trees are bright in the warm setting sun.