Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
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Qingquan Temple, a tourist attraction, has a temple next to Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. The newly sprouted buds at the foot of the mountain were soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine forests was washed spotless by the rain. In the evening, it was drizzling, and the cuckoo's cry came from the pine forest.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The stream in front of the door can still flow westward! Don't sigh how time flies when you are old!
2, Huanxisha, a new word, a glass of wine
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
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Listen to a new song and drink a glass of wine, or the old pavilion of last year's weather. When will the sunset come back? Flowers bloom and fall, and I can't help it. The returning swallows seem to know each other and wander alone on the flower path of the small garden.
3. Huanxisha, Dandang Spring and Cold Food Festival
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Cold food in spring, heavy smoke in jade stove lingering. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers. ?
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has sown catkin cotton. Rain-proof and wet swing at dusk
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During the Qingming Festival, spring is everywhere, and the wind is surging. The residual smoke in the jade stove is still emitting intoxicating fragrance. When I woke up from a nap, the bud I was wearing fell on the bedside table.
The overseas swallows haven't come back yet, and the children next door are playing a game of weeding. Plums have fallen on the riverside, and the catkins are rippling with the wind. Sporadic raindrops wet the swing in the yard, adding to the coolness of the evening.
4. Huanxisha Remnant Hui Cold Painting Screen
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
You can go back to the cold painting screen, and it has been three nights since the flute fell, and no one is in the month.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
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The condensation of residual snow makes the warm painting screen cold. Plum blossoms fall with the cool breeze, and the sound of sad flute comes, which is already a lonely evening. Remembering the past in the middle of the night, the moonlight seems to be hazy everywhere.
I, a sad passer-by, live a miserable life. Why did I burst into tears after learning your story? Cry heartily, in the sound of heartbroken, because of Zhu Yizun's experience and insomnia.
People in the upper reaches of Huanxisha levee are painting boats one by one.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
During the Spring Festival, tourists are weaving, chasing the lake light in a hurry, the water waves are rippling, the surrounding water is in contact, and the waves break the embankment. The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came.
Don't laugh at the old man with white hair still burying his head in the flowers. I frequently change cups with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao. Where is life like before!
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Tourists enjoying the spring outing on the embankment are weaving, chasing the original boats in the lake, the spring water is rippling, the water and the sky are the same, and the waves are beating against the embankment. Outside the small building surrounded by poplars by the lake, the cheerful voice of the swing girl came out.
Don't joke that white-haired old people still have flowers on their heads. Accompanied by the euphemistic pipa "Six hexagrams", I frequently change cups for a change. Everything in life is like singing to wine.