Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi
The beauty of April in the human world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Late Spring Han Yu
The grass and trees will know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other.
The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Gengluzi Wen Tingyun
The tower behind the river, facing the sea and the moon,
The sound of the horn on the city is sobbing.
The willows on the embankment are moving, and the island is dimmed by smoke.
Two rows of wild geese are divided.
Jingkou Road, Guifan Ferry,
It is exactly what Fang Fei desires.
The silver candle is gone, the jade rope is low,
it sounds like a village chicken.
Reduced word magnolia by Yan Jidao
The long road of Yangzhou is full of green where we used to hold hands.
Try to chase the spring breeze and return to the palace flowers and trees.
Fangfei is everywhere, today is not as healthy as the day before.
After drinking, it is desolate, but new hatreds still add to old ones.
Liu Yong, a criminal from the west of the small town
Fire was banned in the water town for the first time, and the youth is still young. Fangfeiman, Liutingyandao. The red curtain is misty on the edge of the waves
Miao. The cup is as small as the plate. The song exorcises the evil spirits, and the sound is harmonious to the tune of Chu.
The road is winding. In Yeqiao New City, there are many flower farmers and prostitutes. Attract tourists, compete and make noise. Tincture
Whose family is young? Xin Yushan fell.
Wherever I am, the setting sun sleeps on the fragrant grass.
Linjiang Xianyan Jidao
Long Love Bilan Dry Shadow
When the Hibiscus Autumn Water Blooms
Blushing and dewy faces
>Xia Shang is smoked and cool
Cloud bun curls up with slender branches
When the misty rain returns to the past
The frost bushes are as fragrant as ever
With whom to return drunk and collect incense
Last year the flowers were dropped off as guests
Now they are like swallows flying together