Shen Zhou wrote ten poems about the seven methods of falling flowers because of the loss of his son, which are thirty of Tang Yin's Poems of Falling Flowers. When he saw English everywhere on the ground, he was deeply disappointed and expressed indignation.
The poem "Falling Flowers" was first sung by Shen Zhou and composed by Wen Zhiming, Lu Chang, Xu Zhenqing and Tang Yin. The following is the complete works of fallen petal poems in Ming Dynasty.
Thirty Poems of Shen Zhou's Falling Flowers
Give ten fallen petal poems.
one
Fuchun flowers are full of trees, and the fragrant petals are still poor; The red side took off the fairy and became a Taoist, and the green leaves began to nourish the benevolence.
I recommend my pet by mending the mud, and don't fix honey water to raise immortals; Add melancholy to you every year, and the beauty is unmarried.
two
Wandering around, chasing from the bottom of the tree to the top; Wu Zhao's mud wipes away the rain, and Qin Gong's powder cherishes the flow.
Infatuated love for wine and tea, rushing through the curtain to park the jade hook; If you want to pick up the lingering fragrance and pound it into medicine, it is difficult to cure the pain in the spring.
three
Who crushed the Jinyun pile, and it was difficult to support the strength when landing; I am annoyed that the night students listen to the rain pillow and float the spring cup.
The little warbler beside the tip is still plundering, and the shark behind the wind urges it; Glancing at the ups and downs of the smile, why did it fall, why did it open?
four
Yule silver trader has been tired of swimming, and it is worrying to fly east and west; I was anxious to leave the tree first, but I was too lazy to be helped upstairs by the wind.
Fish foam is full of powder, spider silk loves little red, and its color is fragrant for a long time in the world of lust. Who can repent?
five
Yesterday's prosperity is new, and today's glance is dust; There are no guests in the deep sheep house, and it is intoxicating to borrow Zhou Ting.
Dew water soaks smoke to kill old things, and snail saliva ants hang spring; The door and the wall were broken, and the Prime Minister was not angry when he knew it.
six
Twelve streets are scattered, and the streets are red and purple; You rarely know when to go and when to stay, but when you realize the color, it's hard to stop thinking.
Chao Sao still does not respect slaves, and he will be worried about horses when he returns late; Who gets up early, pays pity, and leans on the brothel with new makeup.
seven
There is no small bridge at sunset, and the spring is hazy and charming; The stream in front of Jinli is so pleasant that birds are still singing in Huangling Temple.
It's a pity that burning snails teaches the history of incense, and fried beef crisp asks the catering girl Xi, which is only 1000 yuan. I want to take it back to the basket.
eight
Peach and plum gardens are just a moment, and there are no white trees; Pavilion strange grass porch adds old white, the window is too easy to mess up new Zhu.
I can't wander off the wanderer, so old-fashioned; Why don't we open it next year and talk about the ups and downs in a short article?
nine
Wheatgrass died and she was born. Li Mei and Taoniang tried their best. When people go to spring, red and green things are selfless.
Qingshan is a pity that the article was lost, and it is as beautiful as loess; The place where teenagers dance with empty hearts falls into today's sideburns like silk.
ten
They have been waiting for a long time to bid farewell to spring and worry about the guest eyebrow; It's hard to recruit a green concubine, and playing is more important than killing a red son.
Near the water, the east wind blows short temples, and it becomes hairspring on sunny days; I followed the butterfly, and the corner was openly hidden.
Re-harmony with Zheng Mingchang's Falling Flowers
one
Time flies and there are no trees at night. The daughter who steps on the song thinks of Bai Yang, and the one who enters the wine is endowed with rain red.
Golden water sends shampoo, and jade steps are empty. At that time, the deep courtyard was still locked, but now it is out of the wall and back to the east.
two
Unable to see the truth clearly, the trees suddenly weakened. Gold does not cast a long-lived pedicle, but red tears cry short-lived spring.
On the grass, there are traces of flow, and the strange head will eventually turn into dust. Everyone will drink next year, and they are ashamed to value the elderly.
three
Disturbance is vertical and horizontal, thinner and lighter; Polygonum hydropiper with mud stains is not crazy, it has its name.
Spring rain sent Changshou Temple and flew to Luoyang City; If you don't bury the wind and rain, you naturally don't avoid profit.
four
Like rain, falling in the clear sky, red and purple do not like it. Beauty is far from home and rushes to the depths of spring.
Why are you going? I was busy with butterflies, so I asked if it was a fake warbler. Meditation and meditation make you feel comfortable, and short dreams are boundless and unknown.
five
Don't blame me for being lazy to open the door in spring until the garden is full of green; Fishing and finding the old road, it is difficult for restaurants to ask if they are empty villages.
Sad songs, tears in the dark, drunken dances, cigarettes, rivers and white; Today, however, I am disappointed. No one has long been tired of the wind.
six
Wheatgrass doesn't want me to be in a hurry. I believe it is difficult to stay. Everything dies without leaving the soil, and so does a feud.
Julian's little tree turned sad green, while Jiang Yan was lucky to turn red. The lonely soul is still alive, and several birds are singing in the sunset.
seven
Scorpion branches invaded incense marks and were also temporarily stored in the imperial court. The road is unclear, sorrow calls for dreams, and wine is boring and afraid of xuan.
I am willing to remarry with the wind, but it is difficult to leave a good demeanor. Disappointed with the fragrance, no one can cut paper to arouse the soul.
eight
Selling baskets all over Kong Yu, Yan Fang overcame his silence; Can't keep the spring light, but also send back the wind and love.
Don't talk about the vulgarity of the mountains and plains, still pity the ground lightly; There is no evidence in the chaos, and a game of chess does not win.
nine
It's very colorful, but I don't like home. Get used to playing impermanence with success or failure, and don't cherish prosperity because it is easy.
Two Ji killed Wu team first, and Qian Yancong complained. Recreation is a crutch for leisure, and Koike looks at jumping frogs with gold in his heart.
ten
Car BMW chase less, red and white one after another. I don't know if yesterday is different from today, but there will be a reminder when I open it.
Just look at birth and death from the inside, and then turn over the annual certificate. I forgot about the canal, and the residual red income was in my palm.
Three Answers to Lv Gong's Views and Fallen Flowers
one
The fragrance-scattering people only scattered the empty platform, and the three thousand pieces of red powder did not return. The evil robbery has passed today, and wishful thinking suspects that there are other families.
The knot pushes the tree and the horse away, and the Ministry of Industry moves the boat to swallow it. Where is the rotten sadness? Xie has a piece of moss.
two
Yu Rui Xia Bao is full of six buds, and she is sad for a while; Stop when the wind is frustrated and sleep under the window.
Let resentment go out of the palace, who loves the Lord, and report the incense to the well to die; There is no call in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and the west is blowing the old ferry.
three
The horse swam back after chasing the red rain, and the spring event was gray. Afraid of sweeping the floor more and more times, Leng Lian won all the cups.
A foolish man has no attachment to the wall, but he wanders at the bottom of the fan privately. When you get old, you should hold on to things, and you will laugh at the child.
four
It's spring with your hands open. No one will be angry if you are too slow. I hate doing good deeds and destroying the land, but I suffer from being killed at leisure.
Just counting my eyes, I fell off my turban when I wanted to blow it back. You should not ask the poor eaves, but recommend sitting with the brocade hall.
five
If you lose the prosperity and glory of the suburbs, you can't compete with the times. Where spring is depends on the color of the whole city.
Things can't be disillusioned for a long time, and love is suicidal because of hooliganism. The idle window play uses Dan Qing's pen to describe the troubles of the world.
six
Thousands of forests and flowers faded away, and a piece of flying gradually increased; Pear blossom and snow wine are disgusting, and the wind blows on the face to peep at the curtain.
And the wounded bird is full of fragrance, and the flood season is late; Born last year, died last year, and the case-solving came again this year.
seven
Yesterday, I heard Zigui, when I saw the shadow of Qing Zi; Qiu Niang persuaded me to believe it as early as today, but Du Mu came too late.
Ran Ran, who can't return to her soul, shed tears; The corner where he stayed for a long time was yellow, and he felt guilty for wasting wheatgrass.
eight
Fang Shuqing's honour has stopped, and she threw her steps and rolled into a ball. The sash with the smoke window is oblique, and the eaves tile with rain is half full.
The old woman's eyes are idle, and the little doll's skirt wants to play. Breaking Hua Meng for no reason, being hurt by spring.
nine
Where are you wandering, outside in front of the green eaves? Flying around with red eyes and poor leisure.
Liu Yuxi came to Guanli again, and Li Guinian appeared in Jiangnan again. Send a spring chase for wine, and leave a silver lamp to make up the trailing edge.
ten
It suddenly becomes ugly when it is prosperous. Feeling old is the most important thing. Sing what you say after you die.
If spring doesn't thank you for your excesses, it's private for angels to open the sky. Don't blame me for staying for 30 hymns, but few people know about my injury.
He answered Ishida's ten poems by Wen Zhiming.
one
The curtain on the face is full of affection, and the fragrant song is full of enthusiasm; Red dried a thousand spots on the destroyer Snow Wind, and the colors were scattered all over the city.
The peach leaves crossing the river in spring are dark, and the tea smoke around the couch is light; Once upon a time, I didn't hate falling things, but Qing Zi made full use of it.
two
Fallen and beautiful women are secretly hurt and lose their light because of their haggard; I will fly more and dance in the wind. I have faded and washed my makeup.
The grass is empty for a year, and the shadow is from tomorrow pond; Where is the wine scattered in the famous garden in spring, only the fragrance comes back.
three
Bee loose powder occasionally touches clothes, and spring drops disappear completely; The wind in Tiaoyuan is not so weak, and the shadows are all thin.
There are tears in front of the bottle, and the song over the stranger slowly returns; It's lonely in the wild, and the shade and grass are better than wheat straw.
four
People are helpless and don't love Ke one after another. The shutters in spring rain are thin, and the shadows are bright at night.
Zhangtai old things worry about the roadside, singing in the new voice dream; Mo Yan is illusory, don't take credit.
five
War is red and purple, and spring is busy. Looking back at spring, ownership is slim; Unexpectedly, the rain is too metallurgical to smell sweet with the wind.
Beauty sleeps and climbs trees, while butterflies fly over the wall; It's sunny in Wan Li, and the sunset should break the water.
six
Peach and plum trails are green, and spring is autumn; If you don't hate beauty, it's hard to get it again, and fate is empty.
Dancing passionately and flying swallows, the feelings of Zen couch curl; Butterflies make bees lazy and slow, in the tasteless sunset.
seven
When you are happy, the fiber falls more quietly. Why does the tree head win over the stream head? Sometimes, I sit for a long time. I look at it all day and forget my troubles.
Ran Ran, troubled by sandstorm, is both sad and disappointed. I'm still drunk before I recover from my old illness, and the misty rain locks the painting floor.
eight
When the wind blows, the branches are gone, which is even more worrying; Qingxi's joy and hate are hard to make a brocade, and red rain smells like dust.
Where the moon is complaining at dusk, where the spring is quiet; When you are in a hurry, you should get drunk in Donglan, but you can still be thrown to the ground by Qiyin.
nine
If there is love in flight, it will be silent and full of twists and turns; The fine grass is beautiful, Zhu Dianran, and the fine thread is light and bright.
Jiang Feng drifted away from tears, and the green leaves were different; Because the host can cherish and never sweep the firewood for the guests.
ten
Things that know the fragrance are back, and their eyes are fluttering and sad; When spring comes, the rich water will be discarded and a shelter will be built in Han Xiao.
It doesn't rain when clothes are dipped in the array, and the spot diameter can be evenly coated with moss; There is no hiding place in the green, and bees and butterflies are still wandering.
Answer Mr. Ishida's fallen petal, Xu Zhenqing
one
Don't worry about thick green branches, after all, prosperity has broken heads; Rainy nights are bitter and noisy, and the sunset leaves half a tree for a long time.
The beauty's shoes are very thin, and a swallow comes to the secluded courtyard; Spring is now old, and it may be more worrying in the mirror.
two
It's windy and windy in the pavilion, and poor trees sell; Dance over the river waves and spring, fly into the palace wall and hate.
The yellowbird pecked the residual red powder thin, and the cuckoo was shocked by the shade; I don't know if confusion is common, but it is a mistake to make a sad person look bad.
three
The door is covered with mangroves and the trees are sparse, and the bus visits the mud in the rain; Bees pull their hair to protect their temples, and birds crow through empty branches.
Half-moon curtains are uncertain, and a Sichuan smoke scene is flat; Mr. Wang is ill, which is difficult to manage. Clean up the drunken problem in Yu Ying.
four
Song wine withered, jade people worried; I can't wait to thank you first, and I didn't hesitate to fly separately.
Do your best to sweep the court and collect grievances, and occasionally stick to the house rain; Today's butterflies, like Chang 'an visitors, are ashamed to see the lonely return of last spring.
five
Don't blame the spring injury for a hundred years; Liang Wang's drunkenness will repeat itself today, and the Chuke will leave his soul.
A bottle of snow is dried outside the curtain, and the red hair at the temples blows off the candles; The mat at home is heavy and soft, and I pity the tiny toilet seat.
six
Floating objects are not self-sustaining, and emotions often lead to flying silk; It's hard to throw cold branches with a wrench.
Every time children are forbidden to play around trees, they get tired of the road partition; After spring, I was disappointed, and I began to spend a lot of money on poetry.
seven
The window barrier is slightly green for reading, and the tree head is densely shaded; There are guests dying in Xiangjiang River, and no one in Jingu cherishes hoes.
Where time flies in March, today's news is a bit embarrassing; Knowing that things were so muddy, I brushed my short rustling hair at leisure.
eight
Yinger each busy, together to send spring back to the garden wall; The roads are forbidden, the cars are clear and the dust is scattered, and the water in Xiaoqiao West Store is fragrant.
Frivolous co-authored sentimental sentences, melancholy gradually turned into stone intestines; Take the poems of the Ming Dynasty as a whole and give them a pond in the shade at night.
nine
Flowers are dusty, the portal is moss, and it is poor during the day; The village in front of the willow is still beautiful, and the winding path of the meditation room is more spring.
Listen to the chirping of thrush while kissing, and keep it away from the pavilion under the tree; The season flies by, and no new hair can grow.
ten
When it opens, you can only see the terminal bud, but in a blink of an eye, it becomes cool and the flowers fall; The water on the flat ground is greasy and full of moonlight.
I don't pity jade mud, but it's not good for my beauty. I can laugh at the ignorance of Emperor Tang, but I taught the censor to take good care of China.
Ten poems by Mr. He,
one
Drunk to pat the golden vase with fragrant flowers, the east wind is weak and the sun is setting, the fish in the stream jump into the waves and eat too much, and the birds in the mountains are like dark wounds.
The wrinkled face grows old with me, laughing at who it is busy for; Stop caring about boudoir women and live alone.
two
Everything is the same in children's play, spring comes and spring goes several times; There is no reason to be sad, if you are not all drunk.
The illusion suddenly surprised the same soil, and the rest of the postures were temporarily borrowed from Xihong; Clouds are so rich, Zhaixiang is empty.
three
The trace of Huang Si's maiden is old, and there is no spring now; If you don't work hard, you have to play the flute, and you are consciously worried about drinking too much.
There is no reason why I can't find a butterfly, and why the purple is booed; The fragrant soul is bound to be immortal, relying on high-rise buildings to make new remarks.
four
I don't know how to get out of the city in spring, and it's always ruthless not to go to the branches; Before it rained, I was still traveling with girls, and now there is no sound in the street.
A vaguely suspicious fruit, half a river was buried in confusion; Who lives in Dongfeng, evoking the yellow sketch.
five
Listening to the silent dawn at night has been banned, at that time, I was worried for the first time; Dancing, swallows fly with meteorites, and their souls are scattered and their blood is still wet.
Things can be long and fast, and the weather is thin; It's good luck to teach people to get drunk. It's time to play music.
six
Don't sigh before relying on the wind, because greed will damage Hua Rong; Whose house are you going with Wu? I am ashamed to smoke to protect my hometown.
Houtu Temple is not seen, and Pingzhang House is not noisy; Wine is always the first way to enjoy a trip, and credit is the most important way to drown your sorrows.
seven
One after another, the old road is new, and the array is red and charming; Moreover, the smell of dew is still fragrant, and there is no sludge when fried with crisp.
Guan Qing flies around frequently, worrying about orioles crying, just like a stone encounter, and Xinen doesn't like coming to the stream more and more.
eight
There is only a forest in the south of the village in the north, and the physics is slightly back; Although it is separated by falling wood, it is always a fleeting time to send ancient and modern.
The walls are covered with dotted Ficus pumila, and dragonflies float and sink near water science; The chase of Xiaju Kuafu only believed that spring night could be exchanged for gold.
nine
Rain and wind are two kinds of torture, and there are not many trees in the partition; It's out of date. You cry first. It's really a dream.
The birds and bees are lazy, the lake is full of smoke and water, and the boat is moved late in Lu' an, only Yu Lang sends a eulogy.
ten
In addition to being widely known, the grand view is more solid and suitable; I feel that the tree is not arrogant and extravagant, just like the country is old.
Come to the bird to ask for the fruit first, and the sour teeth of the plum have already sung poetry; Take care of a bamboo stick, and the incense bottle will not leak in the coming year.
Thirty Poems of Tang Yin's Falling Flowers
one
In a blink of an eye, ten springs are ruined, and wealth is full of gardens. I would like to ask the shepherd boy to set up wine and try plums, kind man.
If Hua Dan is bullied by Rouwu, it is hard to guarantee that Yu Xiang will laugh at the tree god. Looking forward to green shoes, everyone is a sleeper when they are tall.
two
The setting sun is dark, the flute is long, and the spring breeze is turning again. Accuse of going to the North Pole, rouge waste.
Pour three feet of rain mud and embroider half a hook around the tree. The dreamy color adds to the sadness in the mirror.
three
The spring breeze is 150 minutes, and there are no flowers. The new wine is about to pour green into the cup, but the faded face has turned into a mirror.
If you can't see the rafters stealing incense, you will become a stinker. In this way, the trees and tears withered.
four
When the silkworm is busy at dawn, the bonus is like a flower. Cold food spring seems to have no owner, and the butterfly flying next door is private.
Even if money accumulates Beidou, it is difficult to bury stones in the wind and rain. A wisp of smoke sticks to your temples when you sleep in the bed.
five
Sit and watch wheatgrass bored and coquettish. My honey is ripe, fragrant, sticky and white, and Liang Yan's nest is wet and red.
The country is very beautiful, and it is pitiful. Why is the glass not empty? Endure to see the clues under the wheels and fly west and east.
six
Cui Huikong wrote the truth in the mirror, but it was difficult to convey the spirit in Luoshui. National color comes naturally, life is thin, and peach is in spring.
There is no brocade account around Jingu, and the green shoes are dusty. One hundred times around the tree, who will be next year?
seven
The sky is blue and the clouds are horizontal, and the country garden is purple. Peach leaves are uneven, apricot flowers are scattered.
Dogs barked in the moonlight in the middle of the night, and the whole city was raining. If people don't come back and spring is gone, who will sing with them?
eight
Flowers weeping willows make it clear, and duckweed with purple back is good. In March, I asked Fang to ride a phoenix couple, and I sang along for a while.
Turn off the lights, the courtyard hurts the birds, and the terrace is wet. Mo Wen Dong Jun complained of injustice, and his spontaneous sexual dreams were not clear.
nine
What happened in the spring dynasty was silent, and the court was surprised to see that Lou had taken shape. Tears fly slightly and eyes are long.
Books should be unintentional and intentional. And I'm glad the remnants are still there, so that I can repair the bamboo and report peace.
ten
Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year; Since it is the end of March, there is no need for people to hate even winds.
On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully; Pick it up and put it in Paris for Luo, a pair of mandarin ducks.
eleven
I am very sad and worried. The flowers are scattered and the temple is added. Zhou Gaiyan speaks of spring in March, and the ripples are half curtain.
Sick wine can't bear to turn to drama, listen to the wind and steer, and like to be late. Red hands are painted on the moss in the green Yang Ying for the pity of the disabled.
twelve
The first half of Yangliulou is regular, and it is late at night in the music theater. It is difficult to grow flowers when burning, but Tintin won't be late when he leaks rain.
The golden string armhole is new and slippery, and the emerald eyebrow is drooping. How worried you are about your amorous feelings, you can tell who you are worried about.
thirteen
Li Taihou catching up, Peng Feiping turned around and was at a loss. I am haggard and tired, and I am full of mirror worries in March.
It is better to die than to leave a sleeping shoe. The beautiful spring tree is not yesterday, the grass is empty and buried in a mound.
fourteen
Apricot petals and peaches must be swept in piles, and youth and white hair feel decadent. The listing of clams is surprising, and clams teach people to wash cups.
Endure to sing hymns to send off the spring, and regret to urge Jie Gu thoroughly. If business is not good enough to make money, I will be old, and I won't know if it will be bad until next year.
fifteen
You don't have to boast about it, and once you look down on Yi's family. Zhao Jun favored Mao Yanshou, but Yang-ti couldn't keep Zhang Lihua.
The juvenile in the deep courtyard is self-locked, and the levee is bright and red. Small bridges and flowing water are idle villages, but there are no dogs and frogs.
sixteen
Full house laughter and strong company, don't worry about nine times a day. Season again surprised Liang Yan milk, China helpless gorge colt rush.
Sweet clothes hurt the waist and thin, and Liaoyang has no news. At dusk, the door is full of flowers, and the cow is crisp and recommends the cup in the palm.
seventeen
At the Elk Terrace on the edge of Yazi City, the situation in spring is gradually relaxed. Clothes are like jade, and the rain pushes the window of the wine account.
Peach blossoms bear fruit like rain, carrying female butterflies over the wall. There are many leisure pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhuhu Lake is still locked with moss.
eighteen
Xie Chunrong, a peach and a plum, fights with the night. On the stranger, the new dimming, the wall is full of jade plates.
There is no trace in qinglian lane, and the embroidered waist feels fine. There is no need to be ruthless, because my generation is in love.
nineteen
When the cluster is in existence, the lonely music bar is flooded. For thousands of years, the Qing tombs complained about emptiness, and Du Xuan only wrote poems.
Incense chasing horseshoes to ants, shadows and insect arms to spider silk. After searching for incense, I found the debt for the New Year and saw the branches full of songs.
twenty
Wheatgrass is grateful for the Chinese New Year, and it can be today without eight fights. Life is thin and wrong, and fate is light.
Cuckoo cries blood in the middle of the night, and butterfly wanders to the bottom of the tree in spring. Color is empty, color is empty, I want to adjust my greed and anger.
twenty-one
The beautiful face and thin life are in a dilemma, and Yingying's presbyopia has been ruined by the world. Older Lu Ji is worried about marrying late, and the yellow bird is called spring sleep.
Life is seventy years old, and fighting for wine is 1000. Regret that it was too late to light a silver candle to cover the boat.
Twenty Two
When flowers bloom, it will always be spring. Don't be envious or angry when flowers bloom. Know that the grass skull tomb is the person who hides his face in the red chamber.
Samby has taught Hugh to pan-wax, and firewood trains no longer need towels. Fairy dust and Buddha rob each other, and it goes without saying that the toilet bacteria have fallen down.
twenty-three
Chai Men is short in ploughing, and the pheasant grass garden is in spearmint. Xizi returned to the lake and dug a well. Zhaojun left the village.
The spring phoenix courtyard is closed in a deep cage, and it is drizzling. Pick up the residual red, throw it away, and teach it to stick to Ashan.
twenty-four
Banana wine is full of sleeve marks, and I cherish jade. Pity the trees singing in the wind outside the window, and live up to the bright moon and porch.
If you throw yourself into a well, you will die, and if you fall, you will thank the Lord. Grass grows in Cheung Chau at dusk, and the river is full of ghosts.
twenty-five
Shrike flies eastward to Yan Xi, and Wang Sun of Nanpu complains about getting lost. Birds call spring break, and rain makes flowers cry to the corner.
Maoyuan shade closed string tube, long lock the door during the day. In butterfly's dream, the music bar is full of memories.
twenty-six
Green shoes, cloth socks, thank you for traveling together, and the pink butterfly wasp cares for each other. When you are old, your feelings will change and you will not rest until you die.
Sticking to the sun and the moon has no long-term strategy, and drinking has near worries. A mountain is fragrant and silent in spring, and a blue cloud is separated from the red building.
twenty-seven
Spring comes in a hurry, dazzling and prosperous, apricot shirts are warm at the beginning, and pear flowers in the deep courtyard hate windy.
Sitting on the lamp all night, thinking about wine is reddish. If Dong Jun asks fish and geese, his mood is in the rain.
28
Wu Jiaoqi spring city, skillfully make the east wind shake the ground. Lights shine on the eaves, flowers bloom and fall, and crows are still surprised to live in trees.
Beauty is not a piano heart, and green wine does everything. Quietly compare yourself with the mirror, and the mane is another year.
Twenty-nine
In the dream of spring, the geese are shadowed, and the mud is a foot in front of the horseshoe. It's hard to pour grey wine into a new love, only the sweet bag is pitiful.
Deep courtyard material should be like flowers, Nagato worry about locking the sky like years. Who is right, but idle peaches and plums, saying it is on the verge of sadness and joy.
thirty
Flowers float with the wind, and spring leaves me like a legacy. Five views fly around the Wuxia Gorge, and nine floors evoke spirits and fly to Chu Ci.
There is no past when you are old, and there is glory when you are withered. And the poem is thirty years old, who knows that the spring breeze is heartbroken?