Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
"Painting" Wang Weiyuan looked at the mountain, but quietly listened to the water.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.
"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
The grass on Baijuyi grassland is boundless and comes and goes with each season.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Thinking of Li Bai in the quiet night, the foot of the bed is bright, is it already frosty? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
"What I See" Yuan Mei shepherd boy rides a yellow ox, and his song shakes Lin Yue.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Du Fu's quatrains are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
"Little Pool" Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree loves sunshine and is soft according to the water.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
"Village Residence" Gao Ding grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
"Mountain Walking" Du Mu is far away from Hanshan, and there are people.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
In "January Day", Wang Anshi was one year old and firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze entered Tu Su from send warm. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gave birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
"Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Du Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
"Recalling Jiangnan" Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Letter from Home He left home when he was young, but his local accent remained unchanged.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
"Don't be big" thousands of miles high, the sun is shining in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you. "Send Bai Di City Early" Li Baichao resigned from Caiyun, Bai Di, and returned to Jiangling for a day.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
"Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Su Shi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Wandering sons, the thread in the hands of kind mother Meng Jiao, make clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu knew when it would rain and when spring would come.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
All the trails and clouds are black.
A lantern loomed in the boat.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.