The poem describing "happiness" is as follows:
1. "After Admission" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
In the past, it was not enough to be boastful about being dirty, but now there is no limit to the dissolute thoughts.
The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
2. "Wearing that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei" written by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Suddenly it was said outside the sword that Jibei was being taken over. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.
But seeing where his wife was worried, she was filled with poems and books filled with joy.
You have to indulge in drinking while singing in the daytime. Youth is a companion for returning home.
That is, pass through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang.
3. "The Bodhisattva Man·The Melting Flowers, the Moon, and the Sky Are Like Water" by Zhang Xiaoxiang of the Southern Song Dynasty
The melting flowers, the moon, and the sky are like water, and the small railing is leaning against the east wind.
The night is quiet for a long time without anyone, the dew is thick and the flowers are clear, and the heart is leisurely and happy.
What does this mean? It is not like hiding in the east of the wall, surrounded by red candles.
4. "Five Poems to Send Off Zheng Zhang to Jianning" by Ye Shi of the Song Dynasty
Although you are strong and healthy, you will be happy in the cold year.
At that time, all the old people were gone, and it was difficult to see many great names.
There are continuous droughts in the lake and the sea, and Ou and Min are suitable for a small width.
There is no shortage of people in the state, so we must provide extra food.
5. "Four Little Plum Blossoms Gradually Blooming in Front of the Nostalgia Hall" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty?
Walking casually through the green Xiaolin, the subtle fragrance makes me happy.
It’s wonderful to see small flowers from a distance, but you can’t find them when you get closer to the cold branches.
Who knows that there is snow on the skin before vomiting, and the half-opened pistil still protects the gold,
< p>I am old and lazy and have no thoughts, but the south branch is moaning bitterly.