Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
2. A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his relatives on holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. -Don Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains"
Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
In April, the world is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms in the Temple of the Mountain begin to bloom.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. -Tang Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
In April, all the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just bloomed. I often regret that spring has gone nowhere to look, but I don't know that it has come here.
4, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Tang Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, there are songs and dances everywhere, green trees and red flowers set each other off, villages near the water, battlements around mountains and wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere. There used to be deep temples filled with smoke, but now pavilions stand in the hazy rain curtain.
5, the grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Ding's "Village Residence"
In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank.
The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.