The poem of Apricot Blossom is as follows:
First, I want to get wet with clothes, and my face is cold with willows. The quatrains, the short canopy in the middle of the ancient wood shade, Song Zhinan.
Interpretation: In the spring of March, apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and the continuous drizzle seems to wet my clothes on purpose. It keeps raining, gently blowing people's faces, and the warm wind with the fresh breath of willows is intoxicating.
second, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming dynasty. "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Song Luyou.
definition: I live alone in a small passenger building. As soon as I hear the falling spring rain at night, the sound of selling apricot flowers will come from a deep alley tomorrow morning.
3. Swallows don't come home late in spring, but it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold. Su Xi Ting Don Dai Shulun.
Interpretation: Spring comes later, and the swallows haven't returned yet; Misty misty rain enveloped a sandbar, and apricot flowers only felt chilly in the chilly spring breeze.
Fourth, the jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinite, but the Qiang in the south building should stop blowing. Who knows when the fragrance blows out? Warm wind is late in the day, so don't get fat apricot flowers. Lin Jiang Xian Mei Song Li Qingzhao.
definition: it's a pity that the jade is thin and the sandalwood is light, but the strong management in the south building should stop blowing. The thick fragrance blows out. Who knows? The warm wind is late, don't get the apricot flower fat.
five, the waves are misty, and Liu yiyi. The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the slanting sun. Jiang Nanchun was completely heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return. Song Kou Zhun, The Spring in the South of the Yangtze River.
definition: the blue waves are vast and weeping willows are lingering. There are several huts in the distance where the grass is covered with cotton, and pieces of apricot flowers are flying in the reflection of the afterglow of the sunset. Spring is about to leave, and there is nowhere to grieve, and the horizon has never seen her husband's return to the boat.