Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and no one crossed the boat in the wild.
Qingpingle village residence; Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
The image of a woman waving a fan
When will you hurry back?
The grass is full of sadness.
Looking down at the water flowing eastward,
Looking up at the sky, geese fly south.
Waving is already tearful,
May the spring breeze be pleasant.
The spring breeze is charming,
Return to spring with ecstasy.
References:
White's 300 poems