Green buds (phrase)
1. Green buds (Thoughts make weeping willows)
Thoughts make weeping willows, and thousands of strands are put down. The old words from last year remain the same when we meet, and new ones follow. The branches of the rose are sprouting, and a little spring rain makes the dream of prosperity come to an end. There are flowers and butterflies first. I hate parting and feel sad about parting. The morning breeze is waning and the moon is waning, and I am afraid of waking up the west building.
End this hatred and share it with others. The flowers and willows dance in the breeze at dusk, graceful and free. A cup of turbid wine removes dirt from the heart, spring words filter out and hurt the spring rain, and bitter tears are pure in the corners of the eyes. Feelings of parting and farewell are filled with anger and shame, and the tiles in the west building are broken in anger, and the smoke from the kitchen is also haggard.
2. Green buds (small vegetable garden)
The walnut tree is a couple in front of the house, with new branches drawn and last year's hands. The sorrow of parting has been relieved by the east wind, otherwise why would the buds at the tips of the branches be broken? When Yan returns.
Why meet at Liu'an? Butterflies love flowers, not relying on the chrysanthemum garden on the east fence, but the small vegetable garden of melons and vegetables. Lush, green onion, garlic, green shepherd's purse and green leek are slightly better. Passionate dandelion, with its white head, is also romantic. The spring-damaged radish is hollow, the flowers are broken and the leaves are haggard. It seems that the flowers know the height of the sky and the roots know the depth of the earth, but there is no way to avoid the sorrow of spring. Cai Wan seems to be longing for the southern country. The most beautiful place is where the melon seedlings and vines grow. This spring, the old chrysanthemums are tender and red, not as good as jade, but also beautiful.
Why reminisce about old times when we meet again? Not a word about the end of the world and prosperity. I confided my life plan to you, the smoke curled up from the kitchen, and the world grew old. It's a pity that the setting sun is long in the west, and the cold moon is long in the heart-broken building.
3. Green buds (walnuts in front of the courtyard)
There are walnuts in front of the courtyard and willows in the back. The new shoots are coming again, and the old melancholy continues to write last year's first branch, when the east wind dawns. It is expected that people from the end of the world will turn on the tower, adjust the lights, and think about the west tower.
The old tree has not yet turned into nuts, but first there are thin strips of broken flowers and thousands of fragrant threads. I want to come to the small vegetable garden in Xixi, where thousands of hedge spiders are in knots, and butterflies and butterflies are singing and dancing, laughing at weeds and growing cauliflower; the warblers, more than soft insects, are curled up in the green, taking advantage of the short scene to exude the spirit of spring. I am worried about damaged leaves, overgrown branches, walnut flowers falling, and pigeon feathers harvested. He has long-term love, light wings, and a long-lasting spring, which is not as good as the insect curling up in the willow. The willow catkins are dispersed by the soft wind, hanging down with resentment for half a lifetime. The green is weak and green, and it is different from the ordinary spring buds in my heart.
4. Green buds (the meaning of dark eyes and ink)
With the meaning of dark eyes and ink, write the word "fate" and compose a song of love. The moth is about to fall, the mandarin duck is resentful as a butterfly, and it only makes people feel pity. Monthly gathering. Peach blossom lips, one petal is soft, and the other petal is filtered in the cup. The jade face is red, the soft thoughts are delicate and impenetrable, and the world of mortals accumulates here. A smile that penetrates the bones, arouses deep desire, and can relieve the sadness in your heart.
The embers of candles are so cold that they condense into thunderstorms. The lonely swallow builds new mud, but it cannot be formed. In the dream, the willow catkins wither in the morning breeze. Deep love, a lot of sorrow, a trace of hatred, and tenderness. The lingering fragrance of an empty nest is not given by the spring breeze. Every frown and smile lingers, vague and lifelike. The overwhelming thoughts turn into sorrow, just like the accumulation of yellow flowers, looking back and collecting each other.
5. Green Buds (Bleak and Cold Autumn Rain)
Bleak and cold autumn rain, the red osmanthus falls, the fragrance is gone, the branches are haggard, and the pine needles are sharp and dripping. Cold green, sick and green, no one will pity you. Sadness spreads, maybe, the old trees are turtle-skinned, and the sparrows are chirping on the branches.
Send red to wish you good luck, dream about the past, and bring about the dawn wind and resentful rain. There is moss on the steps, mildew and an empty nest. There are not many thoughts, but the most sentimental, which can be filled with three cups and two cups. The drunken dusk is delicate. The cedars are lonely this autumn, and the withered peaches are still the color of lovesickness in the spring, and they occupy the top advantage. The sparrows chatter unintentionally, the autumn rain speaks of autumn, and the silver osmanthus is alone, faintly spitting out the fragrant grains.
6. Green buds (color of thoughts)
Where is the color of thoughts like flowers and jade? The beauty will not change after three autumns. The secluded place remains the same, and I hold my hand before saying anything. Don't roll up the curtains of the west building when you meet. It's tenderness, but you're afraid of ecstasy. Past events and dreams, the stars are sparse and the moon is full of meaning. The old nest on the eaves is newly returned to the swallow, the spring breeze is gentle, and the nest talks about lovesickness without stopping until the third watch.
Immortal fingers, mimosa, tuberose, and wealth trees. Last year, the empty house was empty. It is not as good as the doves, the orioles, and the willows in front of the house. When I woke up from the sleep, I didn't realize that the swallows were leaving the willows, and they were haggard. Separations and reunions happen all the time, and new farewells happen again. We don't regret staying together for a short period of time. The longer the love, the purer the sorrow.
7. Green Buds (Bamboo Forest)
There are few people with simple food and food, a lonely house with red walls and green tiles, in a lonely dense forest. In front of and behind the house, the bamboo forest is green and lush, as if thoughts are dripping with the early spring rain. Helplessly, the pigeons sink into Yingqing, and they can't complain about the pain of lovesickness. Only a few bamboo shoots break the melancholy, and hope has begun. The maze of the world is quiet, everything stops, and turns into a clear, forest stream that winds out. Whoever chops the bamboo, the broken bamboo is like a broken heart. It penetrates seven or seven holes, and the melodious music is in harmony with the birdsong. A wisp of smoke from the cooking stove hurts the time. The heart is razor-sharp, afraid of breaking the bamboo, weaving hidden feelings, one basket, two baskets, three baskets and four cages, with nowhere to carry them. The square inch is empty, the heart is knotted at both ends, the branches and leaves are branching out, and the feeling of spring is coming. The new leaves and old mud are filled with spring moisture, and resentment accumulates in the gaps in the forest. I only hate to wither my thoughts and cover up the old root system. Sparrows reminisce about old times, starlings talk freely, young insects and swallows persuade each other, and they are within reach of each other. The weak bones are not afraid of the green bamboo leaves, passion is poisonous, brewing three cups and two cups can relieve the tears. Since ancient times, the poison of lovesickness has been expelled with tears. The poor east wind has faded, the diseased plum blossoms are haggard, and there is no news of lovesickness. What is the use of being single and beautiful? The end of the world is speechless, the bamboo rat is dreaming in the sky.
8. Green buds (the north wind is rough)
The north wind is rough, tearing the heavenly clothes, and the down comforts the cold and warm weather. A ray of sunset leads into the dusk, and old birds and dead branches make up for the worries. The warmth and silence become more complicated, leaving pear blossoms in the wilderness, and dreaming of entering a deserted nest is boring.
Tianya news, wrapped in silver. Missing the appearance, worrying about the damage to the ice. Mellow impression, haggard malt.
Dongfeng wonders why the youth, with his beautiful face and beautiful face, has declined? The hazy resentment, plum blossom heart, willow lung, liver moss, liver vine intestine, still continues.
9. Green buds (the dead branches of thoughts gradually protrude)
The dead branches of thoughts gradually protrude, delicate and green in bud, full of depression. Dongfeng is speechless, lazy and acquainted with the old Yan and the new debate. Over the years, the willow tree has become thinner, its strands have been pruned an inch, and its broken heart has become a foot shorter.
The green buds burst into bloom before they bloom. Don’t leave without the consent of others, and cherish each other’s sorrow in spring. Shu Dai returned her frown, her eyes were full of pain, and she was showered with goose-white catkins and clear raindrops. The soul-stricken old tree has grown its first branch. On its empty perch, a word "love" has grown.
10. Green Buds (Dawn in the Lonely Village)
Dawn in the Lonely Village, the solitary smoke curls up, signaling the beginning of spring. The firewood in the hearth can't be trapped, it burns up thoughts and embers the knots in the heart. How could you expect him to lose the flames of sorrow and smoke on his brows.
The river in front of the village is filled with scattered flowers and geese, and the fragrance is also quiet. Thoughts are delicate and mossy, but they are nothing more than a small bridge over flowing water. The tenderness is evergreen, with its own redness and cherry blossoms. Swallows, orioles, willows, ants, cordyceps, and so many troubles. Poor Dangui is deep in the courtyard, the passionate east wind does not wait for her, and her lovesickness is colorful and tasteful, but it is too early. The new fern and dragon claws in the back mountain let go of the world, and the spring is late. He is growing old in the wind.
11. Green buds (The Waking of Insects)
There is no rain in the Waking of Insects, and there are traces of worry, and the lonely little buds are on the branches. At the vernal equinox, swallowtails cut off the mortal world, cut out sentiments, and decorate the deserted nest. At dusk, new buds are nostalgic, and last year’s leaves are in bud.
The first sound of rain knocks, and the window is cleared of dust. The heart of the spider feels the most painful when the net is broken, and the rainy night is tortured. The lightning flashes in ecstasy, the troubled spring thunder persuades me to return to my dreams, and the flower breeze wakes me up to the spring dawn. The magpie branch sends the report, and the traveler receives it from the end of the world.
12. Green Buds (Old Tree-skinned Turtle)
Old tree-skinned turtle, the east wind does not care. The east wind only breaks my thoughts into pieces, returning branches to branches, buds to buds, and magpies to their nests.
The green buds bloom like flowers, more angry than flowers, and the emerald branches are old. In the haggard evening, the magpies suddenly settled down. The deserted nest is still there, last year's leaves have fallen and my heart is in the autumn, and I live in a narrow nest of sorrow. The years are still the same, and the lonely feather is even thinner in the wind, even if it does not fall, it will fade. Away from the prosperous mountains, I miss the moon at the end of the world, just hanging on the treetops.