1, The Play Answers Yuan Zhen
There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout. Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year. I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.
I really doubt whether the spring breeze can reach this remote mountain city. It's already February, and I still can't see a flower. Some branches were bent by unmelted snow, and last year's oranges were still hanging on the branches; The cold weather and the vibration of spring thunder seem to be urging bamboo shoots to sprout quickly.
Sleepless at night, the geese returning to the north reminded me of endless homesickness; After a long illness, it was the Spring Festival, and all the scenery in front of me touched my heart. I have seen enough peony flowers in various forms in Luoyang. Although the wild flowers here bloom late, what is there to be sad and stunned about?
2. "Fisherman, the waves are interested in thousands of miles of snow."
Original: the waves are thousands of miles of snow, and the peach blossoms are silent. How many people are happy with a pot of wine and a stick?
Thousands of miles of waves on the river are like snow, and rows of peach blossoms are in full bloom on the shore. Although they are silent, they are full of spring. How many people in this world are so free and happy with a pot of wine and a fishing rod in their hands?
3. Winter solstice
I'm a guest all the year round, and I'm worried about killing people. Jiang Shang described me as a lonely old man, and the custom of Horizon is self-dating. After the snow, the staff came to Danhe, and the Jade Dynasty came to disperse Chen Zi. At this time, my heart is broken and I can't see the lost Sanqin.
Every winter solstice, I am always a guest in another country, and poverty and sadness are intertwined, which makes people feel trance. I wander around the rivers and lakes, taking photos of myself, as if I was the only one aging, and the customs in Wan Li Tianya seemed to be dating.
After the snow, I paced to the Danhe River on crutches, and I couldn't help thinking that the officials who left Chen's womb were wearing Yu Pei. At this time, my heart seems to have been broken, not an inch left, and the road ahead is confused. Where should I stand and watch the stadium?