The next sentence of Yingyuyuanchicao: The wind destroys the flowers and relies on the trees. Title of the poem: "Twelve Poems on a Spring Outing". Real name: Yao He. Font size: Zi Da Ning. Era: Tang Dynasty. Ethnic group: Han. Birthplace: Shaanzhou. Date of birth: approximately 779. Time of death: about 855. Main works: "A message to a friend", "A message to a guest named Liu Langzhong", "A message to a friend who has not returned due to a trip to the south", "A message to Jia Island", "A message to Jiang Ting of Caizhou and the envoy of Jiantian", etc. Main achievements: Representative of the Kuyin Poetry School, and is also known as "Yao Jia" together with Jia Dao. Ancestry: Wuxing.
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After the first day of the first lunar month, I will never sleep in search of spring.
I know that it is still remote, and the public opinion is too absurd.
Looking at the water, it is peaceful to follow the road, and climbing the mountain makes you want to reach the sky.
Long-lasting fragrant thoughts arise, mostly before the evening breeze.
The officials are humble and have few affairs, and the county is remote and has no city.
The cold starts before dawn, and we welcome the spring and endure the illness.
The branches are softened by the wind, and the vegetables and soil are light.
What a magpie in the forest, full of joy today.
Poetry and wine are drawn together, and there is no end to my thoughts.
In the moss marks in the snow water, in the spring smoke of bamboo.
The grass in the pond welcomes the rain, and the wind destroys the flowers and relies on the trees.
Books are not a matter of fame or fortune, and few people share this love.
Who is the chief seal official in the dust? Who has high feelings?
Sit in front of the warm eaves and walk under the fragrant trees.
The earth is melting and the color of the villa is solid, and the ice is filling the pond with the sound.
I gradually feel like spring is in the mud, and I can’t sleep lightly in the morning.
There is nothing unusual about being sparse and stubborn, but it will add years as usual.
The old calendar is hidden in a deep box, while the new clothes are thin and cotton.
The warm wind smells like wine, and the sunny day plays the piano strings smoothly.
There is no difficulty in companionship, and spring outing comes first.
Looking at the lack of spring growth, how can I feel more tired.
The flowers and branches in the temple are pure, and the water in the mountains is high.
The young clouds are as light as catkins, and the new grass is as thin as hair.
When thinking about poetry, one should also spend a lot of time writing.
The little county official looks haggard as he enters the New Year.
My distant thoughts are annoyed by poetry, and my leisurely mood is distracted by wine.
I love drinking under the flower forest and sleeping in the grass.
Laziness is a given now, who would be more pitiful?
Spring is everywhere, and there are not many tourists.
Pour cold wine into the sun, watch movies and try on new clothes.
The rows of young trees grow longer, and the birds whisper and fly.
We come together and go away, we sing alone into the night.
Looking at the spring scenery from morning to day, the spring scenery seems to pity each other.
When the orioles are sober and the orioles are singing, the poems become before the dancing butterflies.
Picking flowers fills your hands with dew, and breaking bamboos fills the courtyard with smoke.
Friends and relatives often laugh at each other, but they are as wild as teenagers.
A humble official is not evil, and behaves freely.
The clear wild flowers invade the road, and the Chunpi Water Bridge.
The dust produces warm colors, and the herbs grow new seedlings.
Looking at the smoke dispersed, the strong wind was blowing everywhere.
The body is attracted by the spring light, and the passage of time never returns.
The fragrance of chewing flowers fills your mouth, and the bamboo powder sticks to your clothes.
The orioles talk wildly, and the butterflies fly upside down in the wind.
If you know your lazy nature, you should be sparse when you get things done.
I take off my green shirt at dawn, and the scent of leisurely walking is long.
The color of a bottle of spring wine and the fragrance of several hectares of wild flowers.
The pilgrims will be envious when they hear it, and the mountain monks will be crazy when they see it.
If you don’t send the boy away, you may damage the scenery.
2. Yao He's other poems
"Two Poems by Qianbian", "New Residence in Yuan Shang (a poem by Wang Jian)", "Traveling in the Wilderness of Zhuangju", "Song of Snow" , "Host and guest Liu Yuanwai". Poems from the same dynasty
"Sangu Stone", "Warm Cui", "Farewell to Xu Kan", "Poems of Deep Regret", "Inscription on Jia Dao Tomb", "Couplet of Tiantai Chanyuan", "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" ", "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River", "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake", "Ode to the Dusk River".
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