Du Fu's poem describing peach blossoms and poplar flowers:
In February, people sleep in a drowsy state, not sleeping alone in short days and short nights.
The peach blossoms warm your eyes and make you drunk, and the spring and sunset bring you dreams together.
The gate lanes of my hometown are at the bottom of thorns, and the monarchs and ministers of the Central Plains are surrounded by jackals and tigers.
Ande is working in farming and fighting, and there are no officials in the world asking for money.
"Wine on the Qujiang River"
Sitting at the head of the river outside the garden, unable to return, the water in the Spring Palace turned dim.
The peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and sometimes the yellow birds fly and the white birds fly.
Indulge in drinking for a long time and you will be judged to be abandoned. Being lazy is really contrary to the world.
The official situation is even more distant than Cangzhou, and the boss is sad and has not yet brushed his clothes.
"Spring Water"
The waves of peach blossoms in March, the river flow restores its old traces.
When the morning comes, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door.
Connect strands of hanging fragrant bait, and connect the canister to irrigate the small garden.
Countless birds have been added, and they are noisy as they compete for bathing.
"Chigu Xihuan Family"
Don't make any noise when you are in danger, and you can see clearly after leaving the suburbs.
The stream returns to the sun and the weather is warm, and the path turns to the mountains and fields.
Birds flock to Maozi, and fences carry pines and chrysanthemums.
It’s like walking in Wuling at dusk and wanting to ask about Peach Blossom Place.