Jiangnanchun
Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Liu jueju
Du Mu
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
spring
sun
bright red
bright
win
sun
seek
sweet
nasal mucus
water
bank
not have
edge
light
scenery
one
time
new
wait for
leisure
know
get
east
wind
face
ten thousand
purple
a thousand
red
total
be
spring
sound
Xiao Chun (1)
Tang-Meng Haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How much does the flower know to fall?
Xiao Chun (2)
Author: Yuan Zhen
Half-hoping for dawn and half-ignorance, drunk smelling flowers and sleeping warblers.
The baby (female for dog) rang the bell and began to move. Twenty years ago, she fell in love with this temple.
Niaomingjian
Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.