Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves spread layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.
2. Spring Day
Song: Zhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
It's sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.
3. thrush
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
The songs of thousands of birds echo their own thoughts at will, and the mountain flowers are in full bloom in colorful trees. I realized (before) that hearing a thrush in a golden cage was far less than singing freely when I was swimming in the forest.
4. "You Chun San in Fengle Pavilion"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Red flowers are full of trees, green hills are faint, and the sky is already west. The vast countryside, green grass, can not see the edge. People who swim in spring are interested, so who cares if they will go in spring? In front of Fengle Pavilion, people come and go, and flowers fall everywhere.
5. Xiang Zhong
Song: Chen
Flying flowers on both sides of the strait, red boats, and a hundred miles of fish embankment wind for most of the day.
Lying on the boat and looking at the clouds in the sky, they didn't seem to move, but they didn't know that the clouds and I were moving eastward.
Vilen on both sides of the strait is full of colorful flowers, dancing with the wind, and even the sails seem to be stained with light red. Sailing along the downwind, it takes half a day to reach a place hundreds of miles away from Beijing. Lying on the boat, looking at the clouds in the sky, they seem motionless, but they don't know that the clouds and I are heading east.