Kite_Bao Rong
He Xiang and Tiantong, the Yao Zheng hangs in the eye.
The colorful strings are not touched by the fingers, and the golden harp suddenly catches the wind.
The wild goose pillars are connected in vain, and the luan sings and falls into the sky.
The frost hits the chime at night, and the clear light brings the phoenix back to the tung tree.
Whoever complains about You Yan, Qing Ling is the one who steals the bow.
Qin Ji collected the treasure box but failed to scratch her head.
The sound of strings is still in the blue sky at night, and the palace merchants trust the passing wind.
It is vaguely like a piece of music that is worth listening to, but the wind blows it into a different tune. --"Kite" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
The bamboo horse staggers towards the river, and the paper kite stalks the wind. -- Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The north of the Yangtze River and the south of the Yangtze River are low and the harriers are all together, and the long and short lines return to high and low.
The spring breeze has no evidence since ancient times. A group of horsemen play the flute. --Ming Dynasty Xu Wei's "Poetry on the Wind Kite"
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.
--"Village Living" by Gao Ding of the Qing Dynasty