Wei Zhuang in Tang Dynasty
In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over the head.
Who is young and romantic?
I'm going to marry him and grow old together.
Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned!
In Chun Qing in spring, apricot blossoms are everywhere. What a wonderful time it is to live up to spring and years. Women openly express their youthful enthusiasm and urgently demand freedom of love. Their words are simple and bold, and no one can compare them at that time.
This park is not worth visiting.
Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
The "red apricot" sticking out of the wall is the messenger of spring. Spring is full of flowers and vitality. It is a kind of beauty that can't be caged, and it is also a heart that embraces and loves spring.
The first period of spring rain in Lin' an
Land Tourism in Song Dynasty
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
The couplet "Xiao Lou" is a famous sentence of Lu You, and its language is fresh and meaningful. The poet lives alone in a small building and listens to the spring rain all night; The next morning, the sound of selling apricot flowers came from the depths of the alley, telling people that spring was deep. Continuous spring rain is written by the poet's hearing; The faint spring scenery is revealed in the sound of selling flowers. It is vivid and profound.