Outside the curtain, the wind and smoke curled up, and the trees in front of the court sang.
From: Tang Li Bai's Summer Scenery.
Tall people are sleeping on bamboo mats, and passers-by are enjoying climbing in the pavilion by the water. There is a breeze outside the curtain, birds are singing softly, and insects and cicadas are singing on the green trees in front of the door in summer.
2, peach is rainy, and Liu Qing is more smoky.
The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.
Said by: Tang Wang Wei, Pastoral Music Six.
There are still rain beads left on the petals of peach blossoms last night. After the rain, the willows turned green and were shrouded in morning smoke. The petals were scattered all over the garden by the rain, and the children haven't cleaned them up yet. Huang Ying is singing, and the guests in the mountain are still sleeping.
3, Banqiao people crossing the spring sound, Mao Yan noon crow.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
Said by: Tang Guguang, a mountain farmer.
Walking on the Banqiao, I only heard the spring tinkling under the bridge. After noon, the rooster crowed in front of the thatched cottage. Don't blame baking tea for emitting smoke, but be glad that drying grain coincides with a sunny day.
4, willow leaves are black, lotus sunset glow is red.
Thirty-six vicious spring waters, Baishi wants to see Jiangnan.
From: Wang Song Anshi's Two Poems on the Palace Wall of Xitai (I).
The willow leaves and the chirping cicadas are dark green, and the red light of the sunset is reflected on the lotus pond, making the pool red lotus more dazzling. Seeing the spring water in the pond reminds me of Jiangnan.
Last night, the west wind suddenly turned, and I was surprised to see wild geese crossing the forest.
Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold.
Said by: autumn scenery by Tang Li Bai.
The west wind blew suddenly last night, and it became cold. The geese moving south hissed and flew through the Woods, which made people feel surprised and cold. There is no poetic feeling at the moment, and the words written on the paper have no rhyme because of the loneliness at the moment.