1. Poems about Xu
Poems about Xu 1. Are there any poems describing "Xu"
In the early summer in Kezhong, Sima Guang was sunny and peaceful in April The rain suddenly clears up, and the scene in Nanshan becomes clear.
There are no catkins blowing due to the wind, only sunflowers are sunny. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- In early summer, Zhu Shuzhen's bamboo shakes its clear shadow and covers the quiet window, and birds make noise in the sunset every two or three hours.
Xie Que’s begonias are all flying away, and the weather is getting better for those who are trapped. -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Send Chun Zhu Benfeng Yan Festival, things are sparse in the eyes, people still love Chu Yi in March.
The fragments of sorrowful clouds are concluded, and the faint clouds of dreams of returning home are evoked. Flowers are first seen at the bottom of Xiaotao Mountain, and the weak willows and sand head catkins have not yet flown.
There are no other words to send wine to spring, and I will be happy when you arrive. -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Ding Yang and Wen Tianxiang experienced a hard time, and only a few stars surrounded him.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Chunqing misses the begonias in my hometown. Yang Wanli's hometown has begonias blooming today, and I dream about Jiangxi Jinxiudui.
Everything is spring and people are old alone. After a year, Yan will return. It's as green as day and as light as day, and it's like flying catkins when you want to fall.
If you don’t have that scenery, you can’t have a meal, so you can send poems to attract the Cuiqiong cup. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- It means that Yan Shu's oil-filled incense car will no longer meet, and the clouds in the gorge will leave no trace in the west and east.
The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard, and the catkins pond is lightly blown by the wind. After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I stopped smoking for a while.
Why do you want to send the fish book? The water is far away and the mountains have the same strengths. -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- Yang Liu Ge Yu Xin Riverside willow branches of hundreds of feet, there are many long strips hanging down to the ground.
The river water rushes the roots and plants, and suddenly the wind and waves blow in the river. Poor phoenix child in the nest, we were separated that year for no reason.
As soon as Liu Cha went to Tianchi, the Weaver Girl immediately followed him. Who said that it has always provided shade to several countries, and it has always been a small branch from the southeast.
In the past, when the young master left Nanpi, where could he find Xuanwu Pi? The horse gallops gracefully to the northwest, bending left and right to look up to the moon branch.
Riding across the water with money and mud as a barrier, the white jade hand plate fell into the pan. Jun said that her husband was not angry, but he asked about the monument in Yanshan.
Xiao Shi, the new manager of the Phoenix, blows, and the beautiful girl peeks out of the spring window. The wine cup holding the cloud is agate, and the eclipse snail shines with purple glass.
A hundred years of frost and dew are about to leave, once fame is no longer available. It must be that King Huai made a mistake and used Zhang Yi again when nothing happened.
It is better to drink in Gaoyangchi and pick yourself up when you return at dusk[1]. Who can see the movement under Wuchang City? You can tell in front of Guandu Camp.
I only recall that under the flying catkins and goose feathers, there is a black silk horse tail hanging down. If I want to leave a song with the plum blossoms, I will play the flute.
----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Willow branches in front of Bai Juyi, there are willow branches in front of Bai Juyi, the dream is to succeed. There is a saying that "the spring is over and the catkins are flying". Answer again.
Liu Laochun, the sun is deep and slanting, let him fly to other people's homes. Who can learn more about children's play, chasing the spring breeze and catching willow flowers?
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Xingyuan impromptu. In the same year, Cao Ye was not on the wrong road. Ten years later It doesn't work. Once justice is revealed, the sky will be clear.
Several drums were played on the pillow, and Hengmen was already like a city. You can find pearls in the daytime, don't wait for Lilong to sleep.
Hurrying out of Jiuqu, the servants were of different colors. I haven't changed my clothes yet, but I still have tears from last year.
The clear sun shines on the shadows of flowers, and the floating catkins are green. Suddenly startled when drinking, hesitant about what happened in the dream.
Self-pity is a solitary bird, it has to catch the wings of a luan and a phoenix. Always cherish your love and help your heart, and don't be afraid of Hu Yue.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Feng Yansi has rosy lips and is surrounded by green shades. Meng Qiong's family is here. Live in Taoyuan. The painted bridge serves as the road, and there are two red houses near the water.
The willow path is deep in spring, and you reach the place of love. He frowned and said nothing, just letting the wind blow him towards Lang Bian.
Magpies Stepping on the Branches Feng Yansi Where have the clouds gone in a few days? I have forgotten my return, not knowing that spring is about to end. There are hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers on the cold food road, whose tree is the incense chariot tied to? With tears in my eyes, I lean against the building and talk to myself frequently. When the two swallows fly, will we meet on the street? The spring sorrow is like catkins, and there is no place to be found in the long dream.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- The magpie steps on the branches and Feng Yansi's six-curved railing leans against the green tree, the willow wind blows Light, showing all the golden strands. Whoever moved the zither to the jade pillar made the petrels fly away through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. When I fall asleep, I feel sleepy and silent, and my frightened dreams are nowhere to be found.
----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Upward cup Feng Yan has fallen plum blossoms, the rain has wiped away the remaining powder, and the clouds are heavy with smoke. Food is close to mild cold. Luo curtain covers the fragrance, and the swing outside the willow is painted on the wall.
The hairpin and phoenix are upside down in the spring mountain, and the catkins fly into the eaves and sleep heavily in spring. In the dream, only the flowers in the garden and the moon know the good times.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- The migrating oriole Feng Yan has been in the mist, the wind is blowing, and the willows are sparse. cigarette. The fluttering catkins fill the south garden, and the grass is sleeping under the wall.
The swallows are flying for the first time, the orioles are old, and the spring breeze is blowing in their faces. When we meet, we join hands and sing loudly, how wonderful is life.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Listening to Master Ying playing the piano, Han Yue talked affectionately to his daughter and son, expressing gratitude and resentment. Ru. Suddenly the situation became tense and the warriors went to the enemy's field.
Floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. A flock of birds chirped noisily, and suddenly a solitary phoenix was seen.
If you can't reach the upper limit, you will lose your strength and plummet. I have two ears, but I don't know how to listen to the silk bamboo.
After hearing Master Ying play, he got up and sat aside. Pushing his hands suddenly stopped, his clothes were wet with tears.
You are so sincere and capable, you can’t put ice in my intestines! -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- I dreamed of sleeping upstairs in Huangfu Pine in Jiangnan, with the waning moon shining under the curtain. I dreamed about the melancholy things in Moling, and the city was filled with peach blossoms and catkins.
Sitting in double buns and playing the sheng. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Looking at the river plums and Li Yu's leisurely dreams, the southern country is in full bloom.
There are orchestral music on the boat, the river is green, and the city is filled with flying catkins and light dust. Busy killing flower watchers.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- Willow branches and Liu Yuxi are light and graceful, taking up their youth, dancing and making up everywhere in the pavilion. cover. At the end of spring, the flying catkins cannot stay, but they can easily go and fall into other people's homes with the wind.
----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------ Give it to Guo to Wang Wei, the cave gate, the high pavilion, the afterglow, the peach and plum shadow. Catkins fly. There are few bells and official residences in the forbidden area, and there are few people singing birds in the province.
Morning.
2. Poems describing catkins and poplars
Poems describing poplars and catkins. Thousands of birds sing in the New Year, and poplars fly all over the road in February: the birdsong is endless. Northern Zhou Dynasty ·Yu Xin's "Spring Fu" has no talent for thinking about poplars and elm pods, but the explanation is that the sky is full of snow. Poplars: catkins. elm pods: elm money. When the elm tree has no leaves, it first produces pods among the branches. The pods are as small as money and turn white when they are old. , falling with the wind. The moonlight in the courtyard is clear and clear in "Late Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, and countless poplar flowers are passing by without shadows: Catkins. "Magnolia·Yimao Wuxing Cold Food" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty The spring breeze cannot release the ban on the poplar flowers, and they flutter wildly. Pedestrians don't know, can't. Forbidden: stop. Poplar: catkins. Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Traveling on the Shasha" refuses to paint the Zhuhu household in the spring breeze. The poplar flowers mean that the catkins fly freely and do not linger in the rich and noble houses of the Painting hall. Home. Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Qing Ping Le" Three parts of spring scenery: two parts of dust, one part of flowing water. Spring scenery: refers to poplar flowers. Two parts of dust: two-thirds of the poplar flowers fall into the dust on the roadside. One part of flowing water: there are poplar flowers. One-third fell to the water. Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhifu Yang Hua Ci": "Spring scenery is three parts, two parts dust, and one part running water. Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of people leaving." After the east wind of peach and plum blossoms in the small garden, I can see poplar flowers flying freely: catkins. Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty "瀹瀹" Spring is over and the catkins can't be left. Whose house will they fall with when the wind blows? Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty "Nine Poems on the Willow Branch River" The dense shadows of the fragrant leaves form a flower cave, and the willow knots are thick. The fireworks are belted with heavy branches: the path. The flower belt is heavy: the flowers are in full bloom and the branches fall. These two sentences describe the flowers blooming on both sides of the path, intertwined and covered, and it looks like a flower cave. The willow branches are intertwined. It hangs down heavily, creating a scene of spring. In Tang Dynasty Li He's "Spring Hua Yin", there is no one on the willow path, and the catkins fly without a shadow. In Song Dynasty, Zhang Xian's "Peony Cutting" rolls of catkins are in the cold weather. The falling powder is fragrant every day. The fragrance is bursting into the wind: the wind is blowing the catkins. The cold is almost gone. Pink. Refers to the flower pieces. The fragrance is bursting: the fragrance is bursting. Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flower" falls silently and sheds tears in spring. , there are shadows on the moving clouds, and the moon shyly falls with catkins: falling catkins. It means that catkins are falling silently, accompanied by a few rain stars, as if spring secretly sheds tears for its own end; the moon is always covered by floating clouds, as if shyly reluctant Showing one's face. "Huanxi Sand" by Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty.
3. Poems starting with the word "Xu"
"Dinquet at Xiang Pavilion" by Yuan Zhen
A banquet in Qingxiang in the evening, and the sun shines in the clear sky.
The flowers are depressed and drunk, and the catkins are awakened by spring madness.
The red skirt is dancing quickly, and the green sleeves are hanging down when singing.
If you are willing to be born as a child, you will have to spend all your time in poverty.
"Song of Sending Clothes" by Wang Jian
I went to send clothes to cross the Yellow River in autumn, and this autumn I send clothes to Longban.
The woman didn't know the route, but she asked the newly arrived army how far it was.
Having been on the road for half a year, I have been wet from the rain, and I feel anxious when I open the cage and see the wind.
I came to order my clothes at the beginning of October, and gathered with Lang Zhu towards the camp.
I wish I could return home naked, and I wish my concubine could live long and be clothed.
"Suzhou Willow" by Bai Juyi
The graceful yellow in the Golden Valley Garden and the whirling green beside the Qujiang Pavilion.
Laolai travels everywhere, unlike Suzhou where willows are the most common.
Xu--------------The white headlines are blowing in the face, leaving you with no idea what to do.
"March 3" by Bai Juyi
On the third day of March in the painting hall, catkins fluttered against the window screen and swallows fluttered on the eaves.
Try the cold wine with several cups of lotus seeds, try the spring clothes with the song of twigs.
The steps facing the pond are better than looking in the mirror, and the flowers behind the curtain are reflected in the door.
Instructing Lou Nan to play with the crescent moon, with jade hooks and slender hands.
"Liu" by Li Shangyin
How many leaves are there when spring comes, and how many branches are shaken by dawn.
To know whether you are lovesick or not, you should dance all the time.
Xu---------------flying hidden butterflies, with weak dew oriole.
It is better to conquer the whole country, and who can admire the eyebrows alone?
4. Sad poems with catkins
Catkins by Lizhong Tang Dynasty Every year at dusk in February, there are scattered and flying flowers.
After the rain, the breeze picks up, blowing wildly to thousands of homes. Catkins by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty Floating across the southern border from the east to the east, spending spring in the dark in the desert.
Butterflies dance lightly in the flower alley, and the jade tower is full of beautiful people. The poem written by Xie Nu lingers back, and decorated with Tao Gong's wine towel.
Where the wind is as good as the snow, the ancient Jiangjin on the Sui River embankment. Catkins by Tang Luoye Everywhere the east wind blows against the evening sun, lightly drunk and the powder falls without fragrance.
On the Zhongkanhen Sui Embankment, there were dragon boats dancing with phoenixes. Ode to the Catkins by the Tang Dynasty Sunbream In March every year, the music is melodious everywhere.
After the rain, all doubts are gone, and the wind is particularly wild. The bees entering the flowers are a hindrance, but the water swallows covering the flowers are no problem.
Suffering adds to thoughts of separation, and the road to Qingmen is long. Catkins by Tang Xue Tao In February, the poplar flowers grow softer and softer, and the spring breeze sways people's clothes.
His family is a ruthless creature, always flying south and north. Catkins by Tang Yangning There are many willows along the river, and they are all narrow and sloping.
The spring breeze comes back and invades Mochou's house. Catkins by Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty It only reaches the ground when there is no wind, but the sky is still full when there is wind.
The canal looks like snow, so don’t get close to it. Catkins by Mrs. Zhang of the Tang Dynasty The mist is fragrant in the spring, and the snow catkins are green.
It may be worth dancing with the flowers, not drifting due to the wind. The green wine is floating on the top of the statue, and the cover is decorated with red silk.
It's no use to play with sorrow, and don't talk to yourself in the spring. Blowing Catkins/Auspicious Partridge by He Zhu of the Song Dynasty The moon marks arrived in the west chamber as promised.
I once admired the flower branches brushing against the short wall. I didn't realize how sad I was when I first shed tears, and every time I had doubts, the fragrance lingered in my dreams.
My eyebrows are charming when I sing, and my eyes are even crazier when I am half drunk. I was leaning against the embroidered curtain and blowing catkins, and asked who looked like Ye Youlang.
2. Poems related to "Catkins" Sending Six Ministers to the Imperial Court Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Childish love for forty years, the news in the middle was at a loss. We will know where we are in the future, and our sudden encounter is a farewell party.
Peach blossoms are as red as brocade, and catkins are as white as cotton. The spring scenery in Jiannan is still rogue, and people who are unhappy come to the wine table.
Reward to the Master of the White Pagoda Temple in Yangzhou by Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty. Why is it on the pagoda? The incense lamp continues to smoke. The pine branches are used as the tail, and the catkins are used as silkworm cotton.
The floating grass meridians are everywhere, and the empty flowers are full of meaning and interest. Although I am here for Dharma, I will borrow a bed to sleep in for a while.
Sentence Tang Jia Dao The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen. The wind from the Yangtze River sees off guests, but the rain in the lonely house keeps people in their homes.
The ancient bank is about to collapse, and the flat sand will never end. Not as good as cattle and sheep, still able to return home at dusk.
Playing with Fire and Snow by Tang Bai Juyi The one I love in my life loves fire and pities snow. Fire is the spring in the twelfth lunar month, and snow is the moon in the cloudy night.
The feathers of the goose are falling, and the charcoal of the beast is broken. A foot full of white salt is cold, a furnace full of red jade is hot.
It’s better to drink wine and drink, and gradually lead to singing and singing. But I know the source of joy, but I don’t know the season of drunkenness.
The silver plate is piled with catkins, and the sleeves are covered with gold flakes. I am worried that it will be sold tomorrow, so I say farewell to it over the years.
Late Spring Tang Hanyu Whoever harvests the beauty of spring will return home, half of the slow green and red demons remain. The elm pods can only be picked up along with the catkins and wander around the empty garden.
Canchun Hostel Tang Hanzi Staying in the Canchun Hostel in the rainy weather, I suddenly recalled Xianjing. The bees holding the flowers on the tree head are falling, and the fish are blowing catkins on the pond.
Zen subdued the demon of poetry and returned to the pure realm, and wine and sorrow brought out strange soldiers. The two beams are protected from being stained by dust, and the hairpin is brushed until the eyes are clear.
Butterfly Li Shangyin of Tang Dynasty flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building. Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly.
The only thing you get is catkins. But Ling Guke is invited to sing at midnight.
Liubei Pavilion on March 10th by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. He was a member of the Chinese army and returned home, and all the magnolias lost their spring. I followed the catkins secretly to the outside of the city and walked across the water west to hear the rules.
Qujiang by Tang Linkuan The grass in Qujiang is green at first, with thousands of hubs and thousands of hooves walking along the bank. The enchantress of the Qing Dynasty has heavy hair on her temples, while the young master's snow shirt is light.
The baboon dances around and dances with the Qiong engraving technique, and the gold frowns to ward off evil spirits and the plucking sound is heard. The catkins and apricot blossoms cannot be left behind, and the wind chases the singing everywhere.
Reward Linghu, Mr. Fox, to express his love for you in the spring. Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty went to see the flowers in front of him, and his neighbors were close to Wang Chang. Now I want to be in the land of Linrong, and the flag will go out of Wenyang.
The catkins and snow are flying in the camp, and the door is shining with frost on the halberd branches. Looking east to the clear river water, my heart follows the man on the boat.
Cold Food Play Presented by Tang Liu Zhongyong Crossing the riverside in late spring, it is a cold food day in spring. Wheat porridge fragrant with apricot blossoms, catkins accompanying the swing.
Wine is the festival of Fangfei, and people are in the year of peach and plum. I don’t know where the hatred is, it has been dissolved into the strings of the zither.
Nanpu chapter, Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty. The peach blossoms in Nanpu are sub-red, and the catkins by the water are blown by the spring breeze. The birds are chirping and the smoke is hazy, since I have been sent away to the sad man from afar.
This old man has said goodbye to the young man, but he only remembers the deep mountains and deep valleys. Pay Guo a favor by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. There is a lingering glow in the cave gate and high pavilion, and the peach and plum trees are overcast and the catkins are flying.
In the forbidden area, there are few bells and official residences are late, and there are few people singing birds in the province. In the morning, I shake my jade pendant towards the golden palace, and in the evening, I worship Suo Wei with a book from heaven.
The old man who has a strong desire to obey the emperor will take off his court clothes due to illness. Magnolia Flower, Tang Xuchang Picture: Shen Tan smoke rises and coils of red mist, and an arrow of frost blows through the embroidered door.
The flowers in the Han Palace learn from the plum makeup, and Xie Nu Xue’s poems are planted with catkins. A solitary luan dances under the long hanging curtain, and the twin phoenixes sing the words of the spinning silver sheng.
The wine in the red window chews the ice, and the ice damages the dreamless place of lovesickness. Cold Food Day Sends Friends to Friends Tang Qiji Ten thousand wells chase cold food, but the idle door cannot be opened alone.
The pear blossoms should be folded, and the catkins will fly. In my dream, I dreamed of the fairy island, chanting and chanting around the moss.
The floating life has been realized, and the seasons are urging each other. Fangchun Tang Liujie The light rain and breeze separated the painted curtains, and the golden stove and sandalwood sticks were cold and carefree.
Peach blossoms are falling all over the ground in spring, and catkins are piled up in piles of snow. Bao Se can't invite the Zhuo family, so why should Cai Hao dream of Jiang Yan?
When the official relationship returns, the relationship is up and down, but the falcons and fishing boats are never tired of it. Early Summer in Ke Zhong Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty In April, the weather is clear and the rain is clear, and the weather in Nanshan is clear.
There are no catkins blowing due to the wind, only sunflowers are sunny.
Meaning: Yan Shu, Song Dynasty: Oil-walled incense carriages no longer meet, and clouds in the gorge leave no trace in the west or east.
The moon is melting in the pear flower courtyard, and the catkins pond is lightly blown by the wind. After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I stopped smoking for a while.
Why do you want to send the fish book? The water is far away and the mountains have the same strengths. Dream Jiangnan Huangfu Song of the Tang Dynasty Sleeping upstairs, the waning moon shines under the curtain.
I dreamed about the melancholy things in Moling, and the city was filled with peach blossoms and catkins. Sitting in double buns and playing the sheng.
Song of the Cave Immortal by Chao Buzhi of the Song Dynasty The skirts are old and the begonias are blooming. After the rain, the weather is light and clear.
The most enchanting section is all in the early bloom, the clouds are small, and the red powder is applied before it is finished. It's good to be fully open, and the spring is flowing, and there are hundreds of palaces and palaces with intricate embroidery.
Even though I am speechless, my heart should hate that I am late, just as the catkins are about to return in spring. Drunk, I still lean on the soft kettle, and I am timid at dusk. I am so sad that I have to be as thin as the flowers.
Extreme lovesickness by Luyou of the Song Dynasty The rain and light smoke are falling at the head of the river. Cold food and falling flowers.
Turning red and falling into plain colors, the remaining clouds and dark brocade, a sad scene. I am so melancholy that Dongjun is so disgusted that he doesn't care about him and is indifferent to him.
It’s worth looking at even more. The sky looks like catkins and elm money. Flowers in the Rain/Night Boating by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty This year's flower time is deep in the courtyard, the east wind blows in the sun, and the tea smoke is swaying.
But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden.
There is a beautiful woman who brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes her sleeves, lingering for me. The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you.
Autumn is approaching the evening. What’s the matter with a branch? It remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan.
It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike. Butterfly Loves Flowers, The Way of the King of Song Dynasty, Spring flags on the city urge the sunset.
The catkins are stained with mud, and the stamens drift away with the flow. Remember the past time where you had fun.
Xiaoqiaoshui.
5. The hanging silk is all over the pavilions and pavilions, and the flying catkins touch the curtains. Are there any more romantic poems related to flying catkins?
When writing Liu, ah hanging silk, it refers to the willow silk curtains and banners. It refers to things like door curtains, which I don’t know much about. Feelings are like gossamer, and people are like flying catkins. The Teardrop Pavilion looks at each other in the sky. A stream of smoke and willows hangs down, and there is no reason for the orchid boat to live. The geese pass by the setting sun, and the grass Miyanzhu. Now I have countless worries. If I don’t think about it tomorrow, how will I survive tonight? Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers? Layers of ice and snow destroy; a sparse tree is cold in the early morning. Love him, the bright moon is good, and haggard is also relevant. Most of all, after the silk is shaken, it reminds people of spring mountains. The dream of skirts is intermittent and difficult. The west wind is so hateful that it cannot blow. Scattered eyebrows are curved. The willows in the West City are making spring soft, moving away from worry, tears are hard to hold back. I still remember the sentiment, once we were tied to the boat to return. What happened that day at the Zhuqiao Bridge in the Biye, no one is seen, the water is empty. Time is not left for young people. Hate is long, When do you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, as soon as you go up the stairs, the spring river is filled with tears, endless flow, and a lot of sadness. Romance is romantic, but it is also sad enough.