Tisch
Wuyi Xiang Liu Yuxi
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Wuyi or Yanzi Lane
Liu Yuxi
There are many wild flowers beside Suzaku Bridge.
Wuyi Lane, the sun sets.
Once the swallow knows where the big man lives,
They will now fly to relatively humble homes to nest and mate.
extreme
Miss Chang 'an Hometown March 9th Cen Can
On the ninth festival of the ninth day of September, I reluctantly climbed to the heights to look out, but no one could deliver wine in the marching war.
I look at my hometown Chang 'an with a heavy heart. The chrysanthemums around this battlefield are scattered.
The Double Ninth Festival reminds me of my garden in Chang 'an.
Cen Can
I may try my best to climb the mountain,
But no one offered me wine.
I am sad for the chrysanthemums in my garden;
They must be in full bloom, but there is a cruel battlefield nearby.
Tisso
Du Fu met Li Guinian by the river.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Meet Li Guinian in Jiangnan
Du Fu
I often see you in the residence of the King of Qi;
I have heard you sing in Cui Jiulang many times.
The scenery in Jiangnan is now the most beautiful;
It's a pity that we will meet in a fallen season.
Article 4
Zhang Ji of Qiu Si
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
melancholy autumn thoughts
Ji Zhang
In Luoyang, when I feel the autumn wind,
I am eager to write home, but I have a lot of thoughts.
I'm afraid I didn't say everything in a hurry,
When the messenger was leaving, I tore the seal again.
chapter five
Early spring in eastern Juyuan Yang.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
Early spring in the eastern suburbs
Yangjuyuan
The signs of early spring attracted the poet's attention.
Before the yellow willow turns green.
He won't wait for the delicate shrubs to bloom,
By then, the masses can stop watching the flower show.