The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
2. "Huanxisha Shallow Painting Perfume Brush Purple Mian" Song Dynasty: Chen Ke
Paint ointment lightly and brush purple cotton. Peony is heavier than green clouds. Pat plum on the shoulder. I am always afraid when I am sick, and I can't help but pity when I am sleepy. Turn the needle window.
3, "Bodhisattva Man, Soft Wind, Early Spring" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Lie in the water and burn it, and the fragrance will not disappear.
4. "Jiang Chengzi painted the curtain of the building, and the new Qing Dynasty" Song: Lv Zugao
The curtains in the painting building are newly dried. Cover the silver screen. Han Xiao is bright. The fragrance of falling powder calls for sorrow every day. The lake has been dark for decades, but it can be several degrees, and its style is still the same. Time flies and I feel confused. Hold the Spring Festival. Yeah, who's awake? The sky is vast and cloudy, and the flute is nowhere to be found. Buying flowers and bringing wine is young, unlike old love.
5. "butterfly lovers Xiaoyu Chu Qing's Return to Night Photo" Song Dynasty: Wang Shen
The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin. In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.