Three poems from the Song Dynasty (66 words)
Jin Wan Dao Song Qi
The swallows are whispering, and the scenery is like a long spring day. See thousands of flowers in the garden. Begonia is soaked in rouge after rain. Willows show their eyebrows, and green brushes the heads of people walking by.
Going to the countryside for a spring outing, singing and singing hand in hand. Drunk, I still look for fragrant wine. Asking the shepherd boy, he pointed to an isolated village in the distance, deep in the apricot blossoms, where people lived.
Jintang Road Ma Ziyan
The rain passes through the garden, and the places where it touches are red and green. Positive mulberry leaves, Qi Ruwo. Being shy only scares people from stealing glances. With its back standing in the shade of the wall, it slowly spreads its slender jade.
Listen to the crow of the dove a few times and hear each other in your ears. Thinking about the hunger of silkworms and the first ripening of four sleeps. I advise you not to hesitate on the roadside, because there is singing the song of Qiu Hu.
Xie Chichun Lu You
He joined the army in his prime, and once swallowed the remaining prisoners in anger.
The clouds are high and the smoke is rising at night.
The red face and green temples support the eagles and garrison in the west.
Those who laugh at Confucianism will make many mistakes.
The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu.
A sad song and a sad tribute to the past.
In the endless mist, where can I see Qinguan?
Sighing that the fleeting years have become wasted jealousy again!