Three spring flowers are early, so flowers must be early.
Bloom has flowers, but life is easy to get old.
Yu Meiren Li Yu
When is the spring and autumn month,
How much do you know about the past?
The small building blew eastward again last night.
The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.
Carved jade should still exist,
Just Zhu Yan' ai.
Ask how sad you can be,
Like a river flowing eastward.
Tread lyrics Liu Yuxi
At dusk, Jiangnan smells bamboo branches,
Southerners are happy and northerners are sad.
Ever since I sang a new song in the snow,
Until the end of three spring flowers.
Huan Xi Sha Yan Dao Ji
In February, the spring flowers are tired and the plums fall.
Fairy returns to the road, peach urges.
Yucheng yusi advised to leave the cup.
Happiness is like a cloud, what bad luck.
The guest whips Zheng Liu's versatility.
Fenglou people wait for brocade.
Wang Xian Lou Yan Dao Ji
Xiao Chunhua believes that this day will come.
Not on the river bed.
News from Dong Jun this year,
I also got it from Nanzhi.
Plain clothes dyed the world,
Jade wine adds a national color.
Once the streams are separated,
Heartbroken memories.
Wu was defeated by the geese.
Spring flowers smell azaleas, and autumn months are like swallows.
Human feelings are as thin as clouds, and scenery is as sick as an arrow.
Stay and spend money on mulberry fields.
Mao Gai San Zhai, Miao Fei several hectares of land.
Beside the bed, there is a cold and profound biography.
At the window, copy some fresh Du Fu articles.
Nalanxingde Bodhisattva
Spring flowers, spring moon, annual guests,
Poor spring, but afraid to leave it.
Just worried about phoeny,
Flower-urging and jade-throwing hook
Juanjuan butterfly,
Turn to the flight side
A song at the bottom of the flower,
What should I do if it hurts?
Xiangjiang River in Shen Yan
Lamenting the past in the garden, the sight of birds singing in spring triggered my sadness at the border.
I pity those who fled south from Beijing alone. I envy the water of Xiangjiang River, but you went to the north!
Wang Renjia Tao Lihua He
The mountain source rains at night over the fairy house, and the peaches and plums in the East Garden bloom in the morning.
Peach blossom is red, plum blossom is white, and it burns to the corner of the south of the city.
There is no brothel in the south, and the spring breeze is peach and plum.
Abandon your daughter and ignore her. We'll meet again after a long time.
It is said that the south China is brilliant, and China is late. I sigh that the west is far behind.
The hall is brightly lit and the atmosphere is half in the fragrant garden.
In the garden, the precious wood is strange, and gold is the silver branch of leaves.
Peach and plum are more suitable for a thousand years.
Peach and plum are not exposed to the well, and the shadow is beautiful.
Don't be a tree, but recommend the king with fairy tales.
Inscription for the honorable Bai Juyi.
Becoming a monk at the age of 20 and becoming a dust at the age of 40.
You want to enter the road, so don't retreat.
After sitting for fifteen years, Lin is full of autumn and spring.
Spring flowers and autumn wind are heartless.
If I come here, I will look at myself carefully.
Mistaken news, mixed with sorrow and joy.
It is naive to be safe and sound.
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