I slept well and didn't know that the dawn of spring had come.
Birds sing everywhere.
But now I remember that night, that storm.
How many fallen flowers are there?
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Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Du Mu's Autumn Night
Silver candle Qiu Guang cold painting screen,
A small fan flapped against fireflies,
Day and night are as cool as water,
Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
& lt A song "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu to Go Home"
Don Cen Can.
The north wind picks up the white grass and blows it away.
And eight In the snow in the Tatar sky.
Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night,
Blow open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters and wets the silk curtains.
The fur coat feels cold and the cotton pad is thin.
The bow became stiff and could hardly be pulled.
Iron clothes are hard to protect.
Sand is deepened by unfathomable ice,
Dark clouds are gloomy and Wan Li is condensed.
But let's drink to the guests who come home from the camp.
Play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent,
Our frozen red flag cannot fly in the wind.
We watched him walk east through the gate of the wheel tower,
Walk into the snowdrift of Paradise Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner,
Leaving only his hoofprint.