Mountain loquat
Tang·Yuanzhen
Mountain loquat has flowers like peonies that splash blood.
In previous years, when I passed through Qingshan, it was the season of mountain flowers.
The branches are in full bloom, and the fragrant buds of the reflecting leaves are only half-split.
The red sleeves are pulsed tightly to support the patient, while the red sleeves are slowly untied and the knot is beginning to break.
The golden thread clusters are floating in disorder, and the coral flowers have heavy fiber stems and broken stems.
Due to the wind, the pieces of my skirt flew off, making my eyes look hot with the sun slanting.
Yashui is half leaning against the rock, and the clouds are hidden in the mist.
Lvzhu’s words made him want to surrender, and Han Wu’s eyes gradually disappeared.
Everyone loves her beautiful appearance, but I don’t like her charming and shy face.
No one will listen to what I said to the idlers, but I once said it to Lotte.
When I came to the mouth of the valley yesterday, I asked him first, but by the time he reached the mountain, he had already rested.
It was ten days late when Zuo descended to Tongzhou, and he said goodbye to Youhua for a year.
Mountain loquat, why is it too clumsy to be in the deep mountains?
The sky is high and thousands of miles away, you can’t see clearly, and the emperor’s voice cannot be heard clearly in the ninth level.
The beloved man is drunk in the apricot tree in the garden, and the willow branches on the street are broken in young years.
Because your fragrance is like a virtuous person in the past, Fengxi sits coldly in a wealthy family.
Go to Jiazhou and pass through Chenggu County to find the room of Zen Master Yong Anchao
Tang·Cen Shen
Loquats bloom all over the temple in winter, and the old monks meet each other wearing cassocks .
The snow is beginning to fall in the north of Hanwang City, and the sun is setting in the west of Hanxintai.
There is no need to rush five horses outside the door, but listen to the performance of three cars in the forest.
Unexpectedly, there are many great things happening in Bachuan, so I wrote this letter to Beijing for you.
Send an old friend to Jiangling to find Yu Mu
Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty
The host pays homage to Jingzhou on a festival day, and the horse should travel all the way.
The rain is dark in the mountains of Buzhugang, and the loquat gate faces Chu Tianqiu.
On a good day, I smile and drink wine, and leisurely climb the city and upstairs.
The style of writing is different at this time. I know that Xiao Yu is very romantic.
Send the school book to Xue Tao in Shuzhong
Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
The girl’s school book is written by the Wanli Bridge, and she lives behind closed doors in the loquat flower.
There are few talented people nowadays, but it is not as good as leading the spring breeze.
Visiting Zhang Garden in early summer
Song Dynasty Dai Min
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and overcast for ripe plums.
The east garden is full of wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
〖Farmhouse〗
Tang·Du Fu
The farmhouse is located in the Qingjiang River, beside the ancient Chaimen Road.
The grass is deep and the market is lost, and the ground is remote and the clothes are lazy.
The branches of beech and willow are weak, but the branches of loquat tree are fragrant.
The sun shines on the cormorant in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.
〖Seven-Character Quatrains: Visiting Zhang Garden in Early Summer〗
Qianjia Shi·Dai Min
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and overcast with ripe plums.
The east garden is full of wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
Pipa is not a loquat like this, I just blame poor literacy back then;
If Pipa could bear fruit, the whole city would be in ruins.