Year: Tang Author: Zheng Gu
Flowers fall on the river bank, and the warm smoke and rain are far away.
Don't roll the incense wheel until it is green, and leave it to the sad people to get drunk.
Chuncao
Year: Ming Author: Yang Ji
The light green and soft fragrance is far thick, and the spring is everywhere.
In the Six Dynasties, the old people hated the sunset, while in Nanpu, the new people were worried about the drizzle.
Close to the water, fans want to be green, and flowers tend to be red in dance skirts.
Ten miles in the evening, countless cattle and sheep whistle.
Song of spring grass
Year: Tang Author: Zhuang Nanjie
How many thoughts are there in the desert? Silence leads to the spring breeze.
The flowers cut out a small piece of beautiful clear sky, and the leaves painted a green basket and laid it on the ground.
I hate mountains and clouds by paying for incense and hanging shadows.
Away from the crowd, I can't bear to be here, and tears fall out of my eyes.