Pastoral miscellany in the four seasons
Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty
Plums are golden and apricots are fat,
Wheat flowers, snow and cabbage flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day,
Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Chun Ci
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
It is better to face the Zhulou with new makeup,
Locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the hospital.
Walking to the atrium to count the flowers,
dragonflies flew up to the jade and scratched their heads.
Small Pond
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The spring silently cherishes the trickle,
The shade of the trees makes the water gentle.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
A dragonfly has already stood on its head
Two Poems from Qujiang
Du Fu
A field of flying flowers diminishes the spring, and thousands of points floating in the wind make people sad.
Looking at the eyes full of desire, don’t be afraid of getting too much wine into your lips.
There is a nest of emeralds in the small hall on the river, and a unicorn lies in the high tomb beside the garden.
If you think about physics, you must enjoy yourself. Why should you use glory to hinder this body?
I wear spring clothes every day when I return to the dynasty, and I return drunk from the river head every day.
Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in seventy years of life.
The butterfly is seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies fly in the water
Poetry of Heyang
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Yellow River dissolves Coming up from the sky, the shadow of the jade tower is close to the rooftop. The dragon head pours wine into the guest's birthday cup,
The host smiles at the red rose. Zi Ze traveled seventy miles to the east, and there were long ditches and trenches to bury the clouds.
It’s a pity that the autumn eyes flashed, and the yellow dust started to rise in the Han Mausoleum. Nanpu old fishy saliva,
Zhenzhu secretly written in lotus. I can't dream of it when I send it to central Hunan, but my appearance will go away in the cold weather.
I remember cutting Xiaozhuo from silkworms, and the butterflies flew back to the wood. No one can see the green embroidered sheng bag,
A mouthful of red clouds is chewed late at night. The orchid weeps and the new fragrance dies, and the painting is light on the pine stream.
Chu Si slightly felt that the bamboo branches were high, and half of the new words were written on tissue paper. Red gecko in Brazilian night market,
The back chamber and arms are all red. The thirsty geese in the south of the embankment have been flying for a long time, and the west wind blows from the reed flowers all night.
The dawn curtain has broken dragonfly wings, and the screen is empty but cyan. Jade Bay has not been fishing for three thousand years,
The lotus house is secretly cherished by the dragon. The well mouth of the wet silver mirror is flat, and the luan and hairpin reflect the cold moon.
I don’t know where the osmanthus tree is, but the immortal can’t grow its twin golden stems. A hundred feet of wind blows into the heavy house,
The side is bright red and soft green. A lot of work doesn't know how to look at the moonlight man, Thousands of Xiang bamboos form a bunch.
"Evening in the Back Hall"
(Southern Dynasties Liang) Emperor Xiao Gang of Jian Dynasty
The willow leaves on the bank are hanging down,
The peaches are falling on the window Thin tarsus.
The flowers contain butterfly powder,
Bamboo leaves and dragonfly beads.