I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't thank you for a book sent by Goose. -Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"
3. after people return to geese, they think about flowers before. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"
4. Return with tears, and hate not meeting and not getting married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
5, complaining about Newspeak, two butterflies fly high. It takes a hundredfold effort to become a famous person who hates spring. -Lu Guimeng's Spring Thoughts
6. Acacia is useless, and it's a pity to meet each other late. -Zhu Yizun's Memories of Youth Flying Flowers
7. Further progress is made, and the spring breeze is further. Idle flowers are covered with moss, and no one knows them all day long. -Wang Ya's "Thinking of Spring Boudoir"
8. Missing my husband is like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. -Zhang Jiuling's "Fu Zi Chu Junyi"
9. The east wind is soft and the smoke is warm. Both swallows came back late, and more than half of the red incense was scattered. Pipa tears are shallow and blue, easy to think about things and easy to be in danger. My laziness has not been solved, and Xiaoxiang dream is far away. -Xie Mao's "Apricot Flowers" (Spring Thoughts)
10, Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was Jun. -Lu Tong's "Thinking"
1 1, I'm afraid of lovesickness. I missed it. It's my turn to miss it, revealing a trace of brow. -Yu Yan's "Sauvignon Blanc, Folding Flowers"
12, how many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Three Poems of the Swallow House
13, lovesickness has no words, don't waste your tears on stationery. -Yan, "Partridge Sky, Drunk Shooting Spring Shirts and Cherishing Old Fragrance"
14. Know whose swallow this is. Speak frankly and freely. I went deep into the embroidered curtain, but I was helpless. It doesn't matter what you do when spring goes and spring comes. -Fang Yue's Dream (Spring Thoughts)
The flowers in the heart of love are competing for each other. Even this bright flame of love is only ashes? . -Li Shangyin Untitled A misty rain is blowing from the east
16, the atrium is full of flowers and wine, sitting alone at dusk. Where is the poetic thinking in spring? Fetion is locked at the fixed door. -Ling Huchu's Happy Spring Dream