1, flowers and plants are born, and the warbler flies and the butterfly plays a double play. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking. From Tang Meng Haoran's The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. The grass grows and the warblers fly, and the butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
2, there are mountains under the white sky, and there is no homesickness in Qingming. Under the tomb of Bian Hou, the grass is misty and the flowers are reflected in front of Lu Nv. From: The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival by Qi. Around the wall of Nanjing, the capital city, you can see endless green hills and distinct festivals, which make all the guests deeply miss their hometown. Look at the spring grass next to Bianhu Temple. The facade of Mo Chounv's former residence has been covered with fallen flowers.
3. Pear blossoms reflect poplars, which will last forever. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. From: Tang Bai Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope. Poplar is covered by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which is the place where life and death leave. The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening.
4, even in front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, worrying about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. From: Yuan Qiaoji's "Declining the laurel, the guest window is bright". I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp and the sadness of living alone on my pillow. My thoughts always fly far away. Too much sorrow makes San thousands of feet's white hair hang down his shoulders, and no matter how long it is prosperous, it is just a dream of spring.