-Five generations: Yu Li
One month before the cherry blossoms fell,
Like a bed, leaning against a fumigation cage.
Much like last year today, hate is the same.
The clouds are gaunt,
Tears stained the tube top red.
Where is acacia bitter, the screen window is drunk in the dream.
2. cherry blossoms?
-Ming dynasty: Song Lian
Japanese cherry blossom viewing flourished in the Tang Dynasty, such as peony and begonia. I'm afraid Zhao Chang is difficult to draw, and the spring breeze blows the snow.
3. Looking at cherry blossoms in the north of Shuilong Yinzhou means family training, beautiful buds.
-Song Dynasty:? Richie
The spring breeze blows across the plain, and the cherry blossoms are endless. Colorful branches, clouds and snow, fairy games.
Nature is unintentional, I am the host, and I am very passionate. Walking all over the green hills, I am tired of seeing the sunny lake, and I am always full of joy.
That's when spring comes back, so youth is timely. Light overcast drizzle, several times in the morning and evening, spinning new Cui.
See beads hanging, exquisite reflecting the sun, jade drunk red. Don't miss home, the old country is far away, and the same thing can be sent.
4. Ten skill poems. Choose two.
-Modern: Sumanshu
Ling Bo of Wushe Club is as muscular as snow, holding a poem of red leaves.
I also shed a bowl of heartless tears, and I hate shaving without meeting.
I am playing the shakuhachi flute at the head of Chunyu Building. When will I return to Zhejiang Tide?
No one knows how many bridges you have crossed on the cherry blossoms.
5. Four Untitled Songs
-Tang dynasty:? Li shangyin
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry.
The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry.
I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror.
Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.
Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.