Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
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How lush the long grass is. It is thick in autumn and winter every year. Ruthless wildfires can only burn dry leaves. When the spring breeze blows, the earth is green. Weeds and wild flowers spread and flooded the ancient road, and the end of the grass under the bright sun is your journey. I once again sent away my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Second, Qiantang Lake Spring Tour
Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
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Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
Third, village night.
Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.
Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is in the sky and the flowers are like snow.
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In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct. I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields. I saw the bright moon shining on the endless buckwheat field. The buckwheat flowers on the ground are like a dazzling snowflake.
Fourth, early winter
Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers. Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.
Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers. At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.
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The weather in Jiangnan is sunny in October, and the scenery in winter is as lovely as that in spring. Frost didn't freeze the grass to death, but the sun dried the earth. Although the leaves of the old Zheshu tree are yellow, they are still like new ones. Cold cherry blossoms are out of date and have white flowers. At this time, I only envy the drinker's leisure and walk into the restaurant unconsciously.
V. Hope of Spring in Hangzhou
Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning is bright and the river bank is white. That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.
Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears. Who opens the southwest road of Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.
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The Wanghai Building outside Hangzhou is covered with bright morning glow, walking on the berm and stepping on the soft white sand. The roar of Qiantang Taoyuan reached the military temple in the spring night, and the delicate green willows wrapped Sue's little home. Tea girls boast that Hangling persimmons are well woven, scrambling to buy wine and drinking "pear flowers" in front of the green slate. Who opened the road to the lonely mountain in the lake? The grassy path, like a girl's green skirt, is bent.