Li Pin is feeling nostalgic when sending a friend off to his home. Emperor Li Chun has no intention of returning to the mountain to see Wuhua. That is to say, I should leave in the coming day, and I will step on the locust flowers in Jiumo.
Dou Gong was envoy to Jimen. Ever since he was a rich man, the cicadas and locust trees have been noisy for four autumns. Today, with a new stem of white hair, I rode my official horse to Youzhou lazily.
Yang Ning Seeing Guests Off to Shu Jiange is far away in dreams, and the way back home goes around Liangshan Mountain. In the Ming Dynasty, I rode a horse and shook my whip, and the autumn rain and locust flowers passed through Ziwu Pass.
Zhang Ji sent Xiao Yuandi off. The locust trees in the north of the street were beside the horses, but he was ill and it was too late to see him off. On the autumn night after bidding farewell to you, I wrote a new poem about whom to address.
Bai Juyi's Dusk Stand In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and trees full of cicadas. Generally speaking, the heart always suffers during the four seasons, and autumn is the time when the heart breaks.
Bai Juyi, Back Hall of the Secret Province. Sophora japonica rain moistens the new autumn ground, and tung leaves turn in the wind like the night sky. There was nothing going on in the back hall all day long, and the old prisoner slept with his head in a book.
Bao Rong's Two Poems on Han Palace The moon reflected in the east window looks like a moon wheel, and the front hall of Weiyang is completely silent. The acacia flowers are falling, the west wind is blowing, and the parrot is frightening and calling people in the cold night.
Yao He heard about the new cicada and sent it to Li Yu. In previous years, the cicada would arrive in June, and every time I heard it, my bones would tremble. Today, the locust flowers are still blooming, but I am even more silent after hearing all the worries.
Zhu Qingyu looked at Dumen at night. The green locust flowers fell by the ditch, and it was a rainy day when he stepped out of Dumen. At dusk, when the savages are farming, there is a strip of smoke above the beacon tower.
Xu Hun's Letter to Relatives and Friends on the River in Summer. The sun has not yet set on the mountain before the rain has passed, and the cicadas are clattering and the locust flowers are falling. The north and south of the wheel are infinite, and the old people on the river are home.
Zhao Gu sent the judge to Xuanzhou. When he came, he used his pen to assist Yao, and went to break the locust flowers to cross the wild bridge. Who could see you so melancholy in front of me? You can sing a song all the way.
Li Pin recounts his feelings: Looking at the moon is undoubtedly not a win-win situation, and spring will wait until autumn again. The apricot blossoms bloom and the locust blossoms fall, and the sorrow disappears after a few years.
Weizhuang Jingqiu. Don't go fishing in the mist. The twelve locust trees in Chang'an have carried the autumn wind for many autumns.
Huang Tao left Beijing in the same year. A branch of fairy osmanthus had climbed up and returned to Pukou Village in Yantao. Although I hate to say goodbye, I still want to see you. The locust flowers are yellow and the sun is rising from the blue gate.
Li Zhong Sunset The mountains and waters are red before the shadows set, and the rain in the distant sky hastened the expedition. The soul is so moved that the child does not look back, and the locust flower shines on the post road.
Zi Lan Looking for the former residence of Dr. Pei in Taipingfang. Without words, it is desolate and emotionless, and the desolate steps are exhausted and repeated. Who lived here in the past? The ground was covered with locust flowers and autumn grass.
Zi Lan Early Autumn in Chang'an The locust flowers dance in the wind and fall in the ditch, and the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain enters the city in autumn. There is an urgent need to recruit soldiers from door to door, and the young master is drunk in the jade building.
Qi Ji's reply to the book of Ding Xiucai from Changsha: Every month I hitchhike to the emperor's palace, and every year the tributes pass through Jingtai. How come the locust trees have fallen three times and I haven't seen my old friend come with his scroll.
Liu Wei Traveling in Early Autumn The golden Wei Sheng stops the water, and the refreshing air fills the distant sky. The grass is bleak on the road, and the locust flowers are scattered in the wind. The moon comes thousands of miles away at night, and there is a loud sound after I wake up. Don't ask about the future, just rustle up the sand.
Bai Juyi's Autumn The remaining pond is falling into the water, and the sun is melodious under the window. There are many autumn winds, and the locust flowers are half-grown. There is an independent person below, who is forty-one years old.
Chen Yuanchu Recalls Chang'an·July Recalling Chang'an, in July, the locust flowers scattered. The needle tower competition is held on the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the incense offerings of the Zhongyuan Festival are moved for the first time. The embroidered hub and golden saddle are infinite, and tourists return home late everywhere.
Bai Juyi slept in the ban at dawn, because King Huai was late in his daily life and the ban was exhausted, and the crows were noisy quietly. It rains at night, the locust flowers fall, and I lie down in Beixuan with a slight coolness. The light of dawn has not yet been extinguished, and the wind curtain has turned over. Every time I find a quiet place, I think about talking to my old friends.
Bai Juyi replied to Liu Jiezhi. In the early autumn, I saw a hibiscus hedge in the villa in the cool breeze, and a locust tree branch in the evening rain. I also think about the new autumn and write poems about old friends. Birds choose trees to avoid the ground, and fish rise to the pond. In the city and at the foot of the mountain, there is noisy silence and deep lovesickness.
Bai Juyi's "Summer Night Stay" There are few people in the courtyard and the sky is vast, the night is cool and the dew is clear. The courtyard is filled with locust flowers and the sound of pine nuts falling on the steps. Sitting lonely with a lamp burning, meditating and walking on the moon. Decline is boring because of it, not because you are tired of Chengming.
Bai Juyi heard that the new cicada gave Liu twenty-eight. When the cicada made a sound, the locust flower had two branches. You should only urge me to grow old and report to you. Bai Gen's head is quick, Qing Yun starts late. There is no more than a glass of wine to encourage you to open your eyebrows.
Bai Juyi replied to the dream of hearing the cicada and seeing the mail (a new cicada reward Liu dreamed of seeing the mail). He opened his mouth and thought about the vastness, singing alone in front of the evening breeze. The appearance of the people is different from the day before, and the sound of cicadas is like last year. After the new rain of locust trees, the shadows of willows look like autumn. After listening to this, I had no other plans and fell in love again.
Bai Juyi Lying leisurely in the cool autumn. The days are still long in the residual heat, and the early cool autumn is still tender. The dew lotus spreads the fragrance, and the wind bamboo has a sparse rhyme. I lie down all day long in leisure, and no one cares about my illness. In front of the house in the evening, the locust flowers are an inch deep.