Bai Juyi's bark has been weathered for a long time, so short strips should be climbed frequently. But I don't know who the first seed is when I see half the failure. Snowflakes are getting less and less every year, and tobacco leaves are sparse and new. Don't say that old plants are less fragrant, and spring is not as good as spring. [Tang] He Biyu dressed up as a tapestry with thousands of strands of hair hanging from a tree (tāo). I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Du Fu's heartbroken riverside is drawing to a close, and Zhang Li stands in Zhou Fang's footsteps. Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water. I passed away yesterday, and the willows are reluctant; Today I think of it, it rained and snowed. The book of songs invades the mausoleum, and the snow color belongs to the day lily. There is a wicker "pulling the sun", which intentionally plants flowers but has no intention of inserting willows into the shade.
Manxing
Du Fu
The heartbreaking riverside is coming to an end, and catkins dance with the wind.
Fine peach blossoms chase water.