The shadow of the golden hairpin shakes the spring swallows,
The wooden branches bear spring leaves.
Spring begins to ripple in the pond,
The fire is hot in early spring.
The earth cow carries the spring coming.
The golden branches and jade leaves hide in the deep boudoir/
The kapok blossoms and reveal its white beak/
The sound of the water is clear and the flowers are auspicious/
The battlefield left Iraq when the fire started Ashamed/
The sound of people being buried is broken/
The road is long and long, and I will go up and down to find a place.
Five-flowered horse, golden fur. Hu'er will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will share my eternal sorrow with you!
Zigui is still crying for blood in the middle of the night, and he doesn’t believe that the east wind can’t call him back.
Since ancient times, passion has always left hatred behind, and this hatred lasts forever.
With the long tassel in my hand today, when will I tie the blue dragon?
Here I go to Huangquan to recruit the old troops, and I will kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners
After all the calamities, brothers are here, and we smile when we meet Forget grudges.
When we meet, we drink for you with our spirit, and we tie our horses to the weeping willows of tall buildings
Old poems about water
1. "Spring Day"
Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi
On the sunny day, the scenery along the Surabaya River is new and endless.
Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.
Translation: It’s a beautiful spring outing on the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery takes on a new look. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze blows flowers into bloom and becomes a riot of purple and red. Spring scenery is everywhere.
2. "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
To the west of Jiating in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Translation: Go around the north of Gushan Temple and stroll west of Jiagong Pavilion. The lake water has just risen and is level with the shore. The white clouds are hanging very low. A few orioles that emerged early are vying to roost in the warm trees facing the sun, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud. The wildflowers are dazzling when they are blooming, and the spring grass has just barely covered the horses' hooves before it grows tall. My favorite scenery on the east side of the lake is unforgettable, with rows of willows crossing a white sand embankment.