Author: Zhang Mi
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Cold and sentimental, but don't hate life in spring.
Leaning against the bar, disappointed, a dream of spring is unknown.
The Ci of Huayang's Two Poems of Shui Long Yin
Author: Su Shi
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
The waves gurgled the rain outside the curtains.
Author: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luozhou can't tolerate five more cold. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.