Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su. Every day, new peaches are exchanged for old ones.
Xin Qiji, jade case. Yuanxi
Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and the stars are like rain. The BMW car is full of incense. Xiao Feng is moving, the jade pot is flashing, and the dragons and dragons are dancing all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter, fragrance. Many people looked for him, and suddenly they looked back, and the man was there, dimly lit.
"Except Night" Wen Tianxiang
Dry kunkong, years go to the church; The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow. There is no dream of killing Sue. The night is still young and the lights are burning.
Spring rain: Du Mu, a poem of spring in Jiangnan
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying green reflected red flag wind of Shuizhaishan fruit wine. Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties were misty and rainy.
Lu You in the Spring Rain in Lin 'an
For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing? The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and quickly, and no one crossed the river in the wild.
Han Yu, eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring.
The rain in Sky Street is crisp, the grass is far and near, but there is nothing. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke and willows everywhere in the imperial city.
Mid-Autumn Festival: "Drinking the bright moon alone" Li Bai
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one was with me until I raised my cup. I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant Zhang Jiuling.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!
Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get darker, although I put on my coat, it didn't get warmer, so I left my message to the moon and turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.
Su Shi at the Mid-Autumn Festival when the moon is full.
The night clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. It's been a hard night in my life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Farewell friends: Li Bai, farewell friends.
To the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and to the east is a white waterline. You must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. We waved goodbye and my horse neighed again and again.
Farewell to Du Mu
Love is always heartless, but I feel that I can't laugh before I die. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
Break up with Wang Xinjian Changling at Furong Inn.
Wu Yu is cold at night, and Chushan is Fujian. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is ice in the jade pot.
"Don't move big" is of high quality.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you!
Nostalgia:
Yan Wen Wei Wuying
Where is your hometown? Returning to thinking is leisurely. In autumn night in Huainan, geese come to Gaozhai.
Lu You in Xiuzi
When I die, I know that everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and never forgot to inform Nai Weng about the family sacrifice.
The Pride of Fisherman Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke is isolated from the sunset.
A glass of turbid wine was Wan Li's destination, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home. Everywhere in first frost, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.