Poems about jubilation +0. A poem describing a happy mood.
Go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers, and go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers. When the wine is weak, it is dusk when you wake up, and it is dusk when you wake up. -Su Shi (on Qin Guan)
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
And loudly my songs, deeply my drink, youth is a good companion to go home.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Fu Bu (Wang Guan) sent Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang.
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. 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.
Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. 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.
Zhinan, a quatrains monk, was a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. Zhinan is his dharma name, and his life experience is unknown.
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.