Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Xin Qiji-Man Jianghong in Late Spring
I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have had a cold food.
In the flower garden, there was a storm and a mess.
The red powder darkens with the running water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense.
Every year, the Erythrina flowers fall, and the cold is weak.
The yard was quiet and empty. There is nothing to say, nothing to worry about.
I am afraid of stray Inging and Swallow, and I know the news.
Now, Lv Yun is gone.
Teach people, be ashamed to go upstairs, be flat and green.
Go back to Gushan Caotang in late spring to ask for money.
Birds with residual yellow in Taniguchi in spring are rare, while magnolia is in full bloom.
I began to pity you under the window of Zhushan, and I won't change if I don't go back.
late spring
Poet: Zhang Yi Dynasty: Song Dynasty
It rains every day, and there is nothing when you open the door.
Looking for flowers everywhere, it's past the time to fly.
Raw paper silkworm, repair nest, stand in danger.
But it makes people old and ashamed to write poems to send them to spring.
Funeral songs
Flowers fade, flowers fly, the sky is red, and the fragrance disappears. Who has compassion?
Soft spring pavilion gossamer, falling catkins and sticking embroidered windows.
The daughter in the boudoir is full of sadness at dusk in spring.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered window by hand and endure falling flowers again and again.
The pods of willow and elm drifted from wheat straw to Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be released next year. Who knows next year?
In March, the fragrant nest was built at the beginning of Liang Yanyan, which was too heartless.
Although we can peck flowers next year, we can't go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind, frost and sword are pressing hard.
When can I make a bright and moving girl wander and hard to find?
Bloom, it's easy to see that people who are worried about burying flowers haven't had an accident.
I only shed tears in the dark and saw blood on the branches above.
The azaleas are speechless. At dusk, the lotus hoe returned to the secluded door.
The blue lantern shone on the wall, and the window was not warm when he first slept.
The blame farmer's ass is twice as frustrating as pity and trouble.
The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and silence.
Last night, the sad song outside the pavilion revealed that it was the soul of flowers and birds.
It is always difficult to keep the soul of a bird.
May Nong's wings fly to the end of the sky with flowers on this day.
Where is Xiangshan in the end of the world?
There is no trick, you can hide the wind in the pure land
Clean the essence, clean it and don't let pollution sink into the ditch.
I died today, and I don't know when I will be buried.
People who bury flowers today laugh and laugh, and they won't know who it is until one year later.
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
I don't know if there are any sad songs suitable for me.
2. Return to Gushan Caotang in late spring.
Qian Qi
Birds with residual yellow in Taniguchi in spring are rare, while magnolia is in full bloom.
I began to pity you under the window of Zhushan, and I won't change if I don't go back.
Farewell in late spring
Han Cong
Flowers fly, leaves flourish, friends leave the capital, the twilight pavilion in the clouds and the prosperity of the empire, and the ancient and modern love is all in it.
People who travel far must listen to the flowing water in the palace, and the sound of time is also heard.
Die, Hua Lian, and say goodbye to Li Gongze in late spring.
Su Shi
There is no smoke without fire.
Lonely garden, willow and old cherry.
The sunset is still sitting, and the mountains and clouds are broken.
At the end of the road, people turn the rudder. Berthing in the fishing village, the moon is dark and windy, and it is unbearable to be lonely.
With the help of flying souls, I think of you and you think of me.
In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River and warblers fly. Peanut trees, songbirds flying around. -Qiu Chi and Chen Bozhi's book.
late spring
Wang Anshi
Fly with infinite residual red. The smoke and trees at the head of the stream are surrounded by green plants.
Huayang is unique in the spring breeze. Go to the clear sky and never return.
late spring
Zhang lei
Night rain is light, cold and sunny, and peony is clear in bloom.
Whose willow falls in front of the court, and the new voice in the leaves sings.
late spring
Lu you
East wind blows rain to send spring to the end, and the year of Ran Ran is the latest.
Look at the green branches, you can't compete to teach peaches and plums.
The rain washed the apricot flowers red, and the sun turned the willow trees green. -Bai Juyi