Wang Wei's "Spring Outing" Ten Thousands of Red-Edged Apricot Trees, Newly Blooming One Night Wind.
The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves.
Yang Wanli's " Farewell to Lin Zifang after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn"
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Yan Shu's "Implication" Yan Shu
The incense carts on the oil wall no longer meet, and the clouds in the gorge leave no trace from the west to the east.
The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond.
After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was desolate and stopped smoking.
Why should I send the fish book? The water is far away and the mountains have the same advantages.
Wu Rong's "Peach Blossom"
The trees are full of delicate red flowers, and thousands of branches are blooming in spring. How can it be realized for thousands of years and will show the work of creation in the world. Lin Hejing's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"
The flowers are swaying and the beauty is alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly is like a soul-destroying soul that knows how to unite.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need to be good at sealing gold bottles.
Bai Juyi's "Visiting Apricot Blossoms in Zhaocun"
The red apricots in Zhaocun bloom every year. How many times have you come to see them in fifteen years?
It is difficult for the seventy-three people to come back again, and this spring is the time when flowers will come. Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, I wonder who is missing in autumn?