Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
[Appreciation] This poem was written by Wei when he was the secretariat of Chuzhou. The poem describes the quiet scenery of Xixi Chuzhou: quiet grass grows silently beside the ravine, there are deep Woods beside the quiet grass, and there are orioles singing. In the evening, the spring rain suddenly rises and the stream surges. The ferry in the wild is very peaceful, there is no one around, only the ferry crosses the river. This poem is a combination of dynamic and static, with far-reaching style, like a quiet ink painting.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.
Maoliu
Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of the wine magic cloud, Huang Qu and Liu Yanlong are two brilliant? What happened? Is it cute?
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Look at the new willow in Linchuan
Sugar crisp rice
I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke.
The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
willow
Don
The green belt in willow songs moved away from the Golden Temple and planted in Lv Yun.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist.
willow
Tang Han Gai
The snow is all green and hazy, the warm wind is late, and the early warbler returns.
If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine.
Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away.
willow
Tang hanhe
The wind and rain are not self-sustaining, and the whole body is unable to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin.
willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.