Gusuchun
Gusuchun
Dong Qing bookstore
The west wind blew away the cold on the river and flew north to the geese without looking back.
Cold mountain sparks lonely at night, and the city is white at dusk.
Wu Di haunts Ling Qingyue, and Liu Zhou swims in the dream at night.
It gets colder and colder in the morning, but swallows fly around in the forest.
Shui Ying stayed in half a lake, and the sky was clear.
Suddenly, I heard that it should be Tao Li Xu in Xiling.
Late rain dyed clothes, flowers and plants, warm wind kissed bamboo shoots.
Pedestrians coming and going on the stone bridge don't feel like Gusu in spring.
The cold west wind froze the river, and the geese flew north and haven't come back yet. Sporadic fishing fires in Hanshan Temple are accompanied by lonely bells at night, and snowflakes cover the city like brocade quilts at dusk. The sound of Wudi bamboo flute lingers under the clear moon, and the willow boat berths at night. When I got up in the morning, I gradually felt cold and saw swallows flying around in the Woods. The reflection in the water leaves half a lake, and the clouds swim in the clear sky. Suddenly, I heard a little warbler singing in Xiling, probably because peach trees and pear trees were resurrected. The late spring rain wet my clothes, washed the flowers and plants, and the warm spring breeze brushed my sleeve and dyed the bamboo shoots green. Pedestrians come and go on the stone bridge without feeling that spring has entered Gusu City.