1. Poems about butterflies
1. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Part 6"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Huang Si's family's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s mother’s house were filled with flowers, and the branches were weighed down by thousands of flowers. Butterflies circled and danced reluctantly among the flowers, and the free oriole kept singing among the flowers.
2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again.
3. "Jin Se"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plums on the trees turned golden, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises. No one passes by; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "The Qingming Festival"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 2. Poems about butterflies
1. "Two Poems on Changganxing" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. .
In August, butterflies come and fly on the grass in the west garden.
Definition:
The green moss is too thick and difficult to clean, the leaves fall, and autumn comes early. In August, yellow butterflies danced on the grass in the West Garden.
2. "Rain and Clear" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
Before the rain, the stamens of the flowers were first seen, and after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
Butterflies fly over the wall, but they suspect that spring is in the next door.
Definition:
Before the rain, the stamens can be seen when the flowers first bloom, but after the rain, the flowers are no longer visible among the green leaves. Bees and butterflies flew to the other side of the wall, and they still suspected that the spring beauty was in the neighbor's yard.
3. "Two Poems on Qujiang" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpts from the original text:
The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
Interpretation:
But I saw butterflies shuttling back and forth in the depths of the flowers, and dragonflies flying across the water, tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang. Although we are temporarily complimentary, don't break it!
4. "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" by Huang Chao of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Definition:
The rustling autumn wind is coming, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are swaying. The fragrance of the stamens is full of chillness, making it difficult for butterflies and bees to come. One day, I will be the God of Spring, and I will arrange for chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom in spring.
5. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Excerpt from the original text:
The Qingming Festival is heavy in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Interpretation:
It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 3. A Complete Collection of Poems by Die Lianhua
I will not shy away from the ice and snow for your warmth.
4. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring. Helpless love is easy to die.
The belt is getting wider and I don’t regret it anymore. Pedestrians outside the wall, "Butterfly Love Flower" Liu Yong stands leaning on the dangerous building and the breeze is fine, "Butterfly Love Flower" Nalan Xingde works hard and most pities the moon in the sky, it’s the same as before Ring, the mountains are long and the water is wide, you know where it is. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the strong music is still tasteless.
But the moon will always be bright and clear, and there will be no fragrant grass anywhere in the world. Softly stepping on the curtain hooks, people will be surrounded by green water. I want to send colored paper and rulers, "Butterfly Love Flower" by Su Shi, the flowers have faded and are red, green and apricots are small. 2. Who would lean on the railing without saying anything.
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, hatred and pain. In "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" Yan Shu's chrysanthemums are saddened by mist orchid and weeping dew. The laughter gradually disappeared and the sound became quieter. The swallows are still dancing, looking to the end of the world.
3. When swallows fly.
In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, the beauty on the wall is smiling, and the sky is dim. She goes up to the tall building alone, as long as a jue in the past. In spring, she recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly and sings to the wine. Last night the west wind withered the green trees.
How little willow trees blow on the branches? I plan to get drunk on the wild and crazy picture, and the slanting light will penetrate Zhuhu at dawn. There are swings in the wall and passages outside the wall, swallows fly away in pairs, the curtain is light and cold, passionate but ruthlessly annoyed, and people are haggard because of the beauty. 4. What are the poems describing the emergence of a butterfly from a cocoon
1. Butterfly flying
Tang Dynasty: Li He
The poplars flutter against the tent, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise shell The screen is full of drunken eyes.
The butterfly flies from the east to the west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
The translation is as follows: Butterflies flutter gently on the sleeping tent indoors, and the warm breath of spring exudes from the sleeping tent. There is a luxurious tortoise shell screen in front of the bed, and her beautiful colorful clothes are draped on the bed. The young husband is away from home for a long time, flying around like a butterfly. At this time today, he was riding a white horse back to his home.
2. Drunk in the Sky·Ode to the Big Butterfly
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Heqing
The ball broke the dream of Zhuang Zhou, riding the east wind with two wings, three hundred famous gardens, one Pick an empty one.
Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty?
Flying gently, it slapped the flower seller across the east side of the bridge.
The translation is as follows: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou’s dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. He collected all the nectar from three hundred famous gardens. Who knew that it was born to be romantic and scared away the honey bees. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east.
3. Jade Butterfly·Autumn wind saddens separation
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Autumn wind saddens separation, when travelers have not returned. The grass outside the Great Wall fades first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows. Falling down makes people sad, but who knows if one's heart is broken.
The translation is as follows: The sad autumn wind has begun to blow, the weather has turned cooler, and the people who have traveled far away have not returned yet, which makes people worried and adds to the sadness of parting. Now outside the Great Wall, there should be decayed grass all over the fields, withered and yellow everywhere, but the northern geese flying to the south of the Yangtze River have not yet arrived.
The young face has faded and withered like a hibiscus, and the new eyebrows have lost their former color like willow leaves. She saw the scene of the falling fragrance in autumn, and missed people after seeing things, and her heart was filled with sadness. But who knew the heart-breaking sorrow of separation?
4. Two Songs from Qujiang
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
A flying flower reduces the spring, and the wind blows thousands of points to make people sad.
Looking at the eyes full of desire, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.
There is a nest of emeralds in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden.
If you think about physics carefully, you must have fun, so why bother with glory.
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the dynasty, and I return drunk from the river head every day.
Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years.
You can see butterflies deeply through the flowers, and dragonflies fly in the water.
Rumor has it that the scenery is constantly changing, so don’t go against each other for the time being.
The translation is as follows: A falling petal makes people feel that the spring beauty has diminished. Nowadays, the wind knocks thousands of flowers to the ground. How can it not make people worried? Let’s watch the dying flowers fly by in front of our eyes, and we no longer feel tired of drinking too much wine. The emerald bird makes its nest in the pavilion on Qujiang River, and the stone unicorn that used to be majestic now lies on the ground.
If we carefully study the reasons behind the rise and fall of things, we should enjoy ourselves in time. Why should we let vain honor constrain ourselves? When I came back from the court, I would pawn my spring clothes every day. The money I got in exchange would go to Jiangtou to buy wine every day, and I wouldn't come back until I was drunk.
Drinking debts are common everywhere. It is a common and trivial matter. It is rare in ancient times for people to live to be seventy years old.
But I saw butterflies shuttling back and forth in the depths of the flowers, and dragonflies flying across the water, tapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang, let me stay with Chunguang. Although we are temporarily complimentary, don't break it!
5. Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterflies
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Two pairs of Jiangnan butterflies in the setting sun. The body is like He Langquan Fufen, the heart is like Han Shou who loves to steal fragrance. Talent and frivolity.
After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers.
The translation is as follows: Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River dance gracefully in the sunset. She is as beautiful as He Yan, lingering among flowers, sucking nectar, and has a frivolous nature.
After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, greasy with water, shimmered in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers. 5. What are the poems about praising butterflies?
1. Beyond the dust of cicadas, butterflies dream of water and clouds. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pan Xiangjiang" Song Zhang Xiaoxiang
Translation: With noble aspirations and far-away interests, he is like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in the mud and floating outside the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of turning into a butterfly, Flying gracefully in the land of light water and leisurely clouds.
2. After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers. ——"Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, which are wet and greasy, shimmer in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
3. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers (Part 6)"
Translation: The lush flowers of Huang Si's natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground. The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free oriole is singing happily.
4. The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty, "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed shade. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
5. The bomb broke Zhuang Zhou’s dream, riding the east wind with two wings, and plucked three hundred famous gardens and emptied them all. Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty? Flying gently, it fanned the flower seller across the bridge. ——"Drunken Heaven·Ode to the Big Butterfly" by Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou's dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. It collected all the nectar in three hundred famous gardens. Who knew it was a naturally romantic species and scared away the bees collecting nectar. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east. 6. What are the poems about "Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies"?
Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column, thinking about the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. .The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time. The allusion of Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies was first used in the poem "Six Poems in the Sky: Like a Dream" by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty. It expresses the thought that everything is empty and life is like a dream: "It is difficult to distinguish the secret from the good, and the dream becomes empty. The week is like a butterfly before you know it, and you know that people are like fish." Li Bai wrote in "Fifty-Nine Ancient Poems": " Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and the butterflies were Zhuang Zhou. One body changes and everything changes, and everything goes smoothly. He knew Penglai water, and it became a clear and shallow stream again. The melon grower in Qingmen was the Marquis of Dongling in the past. With wealth and honor like this, what else can you ask for in the camp?" Look at "Zhuang Zhou Mengdie" Baidu Encyclopedia, there are many mentioned later. 7. What are the poems about butterflies
Butterfly Flying
Li He of the Tang Dynasty
The poplar flowers flutter against the tents in the hot spring clouds, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.
The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall declines first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the mouth of a chicken or bird, the fragrance of pity lingers around the Qiluo clothes.
Ruthless people can’t understand Guanhun’s dream. Don’t believe Zhuang Zhou’s right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and red, and the spring shines in all your worries.
What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to make the rain fall. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
When the wind is calm, pistil powder should only be collected, and when the night is cold, it is a place to stay in the flower house.
The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by where the flowers are fragrant.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful lady took a sneak look at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled by short wings and flying long distances. It will be difficult to fly among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park.
If you don’t listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemums. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the lingering fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Jinse
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers
Tang Rongyu
Use your own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers will bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not yet allowed to see, but the butterflies arrive early.
Spring Day
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue Camp.
The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed soul gradually flies away with the cuckoo.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Hearing the rain for the first time tonight, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan. No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.
The dream is far away from the sorrow of butterflies, and the love is deeply ashamed of the wagtail. He cares about the orphan all day long, and his life experience is still in Ping.
Jiangxing
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and thousands of households live in front of Parrot Island.
The painted boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
Fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boats are still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today.
Inscribed on the tomb of Zhenniang
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where the lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Peonies
Tang Pei said
Countless peonies are enough to captivate the city, and the peaches and plums are in peace.
It’s not like seeing someone in poverty, it’s not like being born in the earth.
This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring.
The wandering bees and butterflies come and go passionately.
Begonia
Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems.
The most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about wearing pink and white flowers by the window and being lazy, and Liang Guang being slow to click on his paintings.
I can't see enough of him when I'm drunk in the morning and sing in the evening, and I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branch.
Chasing and Liu Yun
Li He of Tang Dynasty
There is white apple grass in Tingzhou, and Liu Yun returns on horseback.
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees.
The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Sending Dou Bingcao off
Tang Li Duan
The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi. If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should run away and return home.
The sun warms up late in Yuqiao, and the orioles are rare in Guandu early in the day. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly. 8. Poems about butterflies
1. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Part 6" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu and Huang Si's maiden's house was full of flowers, and thousands of them weighed down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s mother’s house were filled with flowers, and the branches were weighed down by thousands of flowers.
Butterflies circled and danced reluctantly among the flowers, and the free oriole kept singing among the flowers. 2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the tree tops have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again. 3. "Jin Se" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin made fifty strings of brocade for no reason, each string and one column was reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Seben, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough to express the longing for those beautiful years. .
Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke.
Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2" Song Dynasty: Fan Cheng has large plums with golden yellow and fat apricots, and sparse wheat flowers, white cabbage flowers. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plums on the trees turned golden, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises. No one passes by; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "The Qingming Festival" Tang Dynasty: Emperor Meng Haoran valued the Qingming Festival, and people were worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green.
Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting.