Interpretation: Spring eyes are silent because they can't bear the thin water, and the shade reflects the water because they love sunny days and gentle winds. The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the water with a sharp corner, and a naughty little dragonfly had already stood on it.
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? -Du Fu's Two Poems
Interpretation: Jiangshan bathes in spring, how beautiful it is. Spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and couples of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm beach. The blue river reflects the snow-white feathers of waterfowl, and the gloomy mountains and red flowers are about to burn. This spring is coming to an end. What is the date of my return to China?
The water in Qingxichuan makes me clear that its water color is different from other rivers. Excuse me, where can I see the new river in Qing' an so clearly? The man seems to be walking in the mirror, and the bird seems to be flying in the screen. Towards evening, the apes began to lament, but they could not infect the wanderers in the distance. -Li Bai's trip to Qingxi
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. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
Interpretation: In the spring night, there is no sound, and sweet-scented osmanthus falls gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty. The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.
On strangers, soft mulberry branches and oriental silkworm eggs have been born. The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset. The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people. Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"
Interpretation: The soft branches of mulberry trees on the roadside at the village head have just blossomed. Some of the silkworm eggs raised by neighbors in the east have become silkworms. On a gentle hill, young yellow calves are chirping among the fine grass, the setting sun is slanting on the cold forest, and crows are resting on the branches. The mountains are far and near, and the roads are horizontal and oblique. There is a small wine shop on the other side of the Qing Bu wine flag, where you can buy some wine. Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the city regard wind and rain as torture, and the most beautiful spring scenery is in full bloom in a shepherd's purse flower at the head of the stream.
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. -Xin Qiji's "Qingping Music"
Interpretation: The eaves of the thatched cottage are low and small, and the streams are lush. Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.
At dusk, travelers lean against the dock and sing. I can never get tired of watching Qingxi Moon with a smile. -Zhang Xu's "rafting in Qingxi"
Commentary: the traveler has returned, so he played a song to enjoy the bright moon in the stream. I really like this feeling.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. ? The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
Interpretation: I like the faint weeds growing by the stream, and I like the orioles singing deep in the treetops. The spring tide is rising and it is drizzling. There is no one at the wilderness ferry, only a boat leisurely crosses the water.
According to the shadow line by the stream, the sky is at the bottom of Qingxi. There are clouds in the sky and people are in them. ? Who sings with Yu, empty valley Ming. It's not a ghost or a fairy, but peach blossom water. -Xin Qiji's Life Checker
Interpretation: people walk by the stream, the stream reflects people, and the blue sky is reflected in the clear stream. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and people are walking in them. I sing loudly, who will answer? Listen to the peace of the empty valley. That sound is not from ghosts and gods, but the sound of running water beside the peach blossom.
The flush in Taoxi won't stay calm, and the lotus leaves in autumn are in a place where there is no connection. Recalling the red bridge at that time, we are wandering alone on the road with yellow leaves everywhere today. Fog hangs over the towering peaks, and the blue paleness can't point out the index. Gui Yan, with her back to the sun, has dyed the sky red and is about to dusk. Life is like the wind drifting into the white clouds, and the feeling of parting is like the ground after the rain. -Zhou Bangyan's "Jade House Spring"
Interpretation: Taoxi is unwilling to stay calmly, and there is no connection when the lotus root is broken in autumn. Recalling the waiting for each other on the Chilan Bridge at that time, today I wander alone on the barren road covered with yellow leaves. Smoke hangs over the towering headland, and the green dot cannot be indexed. Returning geese carry the sunset, and the sky is full of red clouds. Life is like white clouds drifting into the river with the wind, and the feeling of parting is like tidbits stuck to the ground after the rain.