Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Koike (Song) Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple (Song) Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Dengguazhou (Song) Wang Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Birdsong (Song) Ouyang Xiu
When into the badlands is waiting for the sun to shine, everything seems to be competing with the seasons.
Tomorrow, the flowers will be deep and the leaves will be dark, and birds will sing when the sun is warm.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene (Song) Su Shi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
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Huanxisha (Song) Yan Shu
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Yulouchun (Song) Song Qi
Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good. Welcome guests with wrinkled ripples.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating long hates pleasure. Be willing to love your daughter and smile.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
(Song) Ouyang Xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Zuihuayun (Song) Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.