2, Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, rushed. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
3, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow.
4. When the clouds start, the pavilion sinks and the rain comes.
5, 5, empty mountains after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
1, from Tang Yin's A Prune? It rains and pears close, and the whole poem is:
Rain hits pear and closes the door. Lonely negative youth, empty negative youth.
Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Worried about gathering eyebrows and gathering peaks. A thousand crying marks, ten thousand crying marks.
Look at the sky at dusk and the clouds at dawn. I miss you when I walk, but I miss you when I sit.
2, from likui jy's "Ying Huan? Hua Lin's Xie Chun Hong, the whole poem is:
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
3. Qin Guan's "Huanxisha"? A lonely and cold building ",the whole poem is:
With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
4, from Xu Hun's "Xianyang East Building? /? See the west tower of Xianyang city at night? /? Simon, the whole poem is:
Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.
5, from Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains", the whole poem is:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.