Author: Ouyang Xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Send Yuan Ba to the pile of books in the morning.
Tang Bai Juyi
Bow before entering the pavilion and retreat to the porch for dinner. Back in Zhao, people lay on horseback and rested on their saddles.
But I slept until noon, and I sat up in awe. When the weather is fine, it will be fine after the rain.
Persimmons are lush, and the Wangs' courtyard is spacious. Huxian bottled wine, Nanshan on the wall.
Sleep alone or sit alone, and the wind will open ahead. The Zen monk and the poet met for the second time.
If you want to talk all night, you must sleep all day. There is nothing to do but pay tribute to the court.
Long health, officials and the poor are safe. Fortunately, there is no urgent illness, and it is neither bitter nor hungry.
From then on, speak appropriately, but not on the outside. Only those who should be quiet believe it, while those who move are hard to speak.
Yuan in Taichung served the imperial court and became a Langguan sooner or later. No official, no one is idle.
Play the new court tree and sing.
Tang Bai Juyi
At the beginning of April, the new leaves became cloudy. Shake the beautiful scenery and build a deep courtyard.
There are people who have nothing to do, but I'm looking here. You can only play with things at that time, but you can also open your eyes.
Talk to a Taoist or listen to a poet. Spring is full of fragrance, and nightingales abound.
I live a leisurely life, so I forget the worldly thoughts. People who know the truth before they know it are not necessarily in the mountains.