Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
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The vast south of the Yangtze River is full of singing and dancing, green trees and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere at the foot of the water town.
Many ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties are now shrouded in this misty rain.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
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From the north of Gushan Temple to Jiating West, the spring water on the lake is just flush with the levee, and the white clouds are low and connected with the lake.
A few early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
The flowers are blooming, dazzling, and the shallow grass can just cover the horseshoe.
I like the beautiful scenery on the east side of the lake, and I can never get tired of visiting it. Willow trees cross white sand dikes in rows of shade.
wood thrush
Ouyang xiu in song dynasty
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
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Thrush birds are full of songs, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers.
Now I know: I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I wandered in the forest.