Singing during the day requires drinking, but I pack my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu (the two sides of the Yellow River recovered by the imperial army returned to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers and went to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers. When he woke up, it was already drunk, and when he woke up, he was already enjoying flowers. -Su Shi (talking about Qin Guan) Good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Du Fu ("Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night") In autumn, the corner of the border town moans and the bonfire shines on the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win. -Lu You) Eye, eye, gathering mountains. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring. -Operator
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. -"Autumn Ci"
A long drought brings rain.
Encounter an old friend in a distant/foreign country.
Candle night
first time
A: Meng Jiao.
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
& lt both sides of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army > Du Fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . People are cheerful when they are happy, and go out with a smile when the Mid-Autumn Festival comes. Are we Artemisia people?