1, the spring breeze is less than the horizon, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout. Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year. I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.
I doubt that the spring breeze can reach this remote mountain city. It's already February, and I still can't see a flower. The residual snow pressed on the branches as if there were green oranges shaking. In spring, Lei Zhen broke the ice and bamboo shoots were awakened and sprouted. Hearing geese crow at night reminds me of my hometown. After a long illness, it was the Spring Festival, and all the scenery in front of me touched my heart. I used to be an official in Luoyang, where I saw the exotic flowers and plants. Although the wild flowers in the mountain city bloom late, I don't have to sigh and be surprised.
Although he was demoted, he didn't lose heart or despair, but he was still full of confidence in the future. Through the relationship between "spring breeze" and "flowers", I am sure that the monarch will not abandon his virtuous ministers.
2, the flowers are thick and rotten, and the willows are light and bright. Send hops to our bank before drinking them. I'm drunk as usual. Don't teach stringed instruments to be silent.
The flowers are gorgeous and rich, and the green willows are soft and bright. People hold a banquet in front of the flowers to practice for me. I'll drink with you as usual, please don't let the orchestra play a sad parting sound. This poem is light and natural, relaxed and fluent, which shows Ouyang Xiu's broad-mindedness, and he can enjoy himself everywhere despite adversity.
3, a hundred tones follow the heart, and the mountain flowers are red and purple. Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Thrush birds are full of songs, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. I can't help feeling that I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I was swimming in the forest. Singing thrush to express feelings, combined with the scene, has far-reaching implications, which embodies the author's pursuit and yearning for free life.
4. When Beiyan came, I felt dizzy, and it was difficult to separate private books from dreams. After the dream, I opened the window to look, only to see the leaves of tung trees withered and the lotus flowers by the pool withered. It was autumn all night, but I slept in my dream, but turned a deaf ear.
The swan goose from the north indicates the arrival of the year-end season, and the letter from his wife evokes the idea of going home. Going home in a dream is hard to tell. When I woke up from my dream, I opened the window and saw that the tung leaves had fallen and the pool lotus had withered. It rained all night, but I was immersed in my dream and turned a deaf ear.
It's nearly dusk when the northern geese fly south, and Hongyan has sent a message to her family. It's hard to tell the difference between the longing for a dream and the feeling of flying back to the village in a dream. Poetic language is both beautiful and sad. Hometown is like an oasis in a wanderer's heart. Wherever you go, it will always be the most precious memory in your heart.