Song: Zhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Translation:
The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya.
Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.
2. Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Translation:
From the north of Gushan Temple to Jiating West, the spring water on the lake is just flush with the levee, and the white clouds are low and connected with the lake.
A few early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
The flowers are blooming, dazzling, and the shallow grass can just cover the horseshoe.
I like the beautiful scenery on the east side of the lake, and I can never get tired of visiting it. Willow trees cross white sand dikes in rows of shade.
3. Lyrics of willow/willow branches
Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi
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.
Translation:
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons.
I don't know who cut this thin willow leaf like magic scissors, and that is the spring breeze in February.
4. The nearest flower is moved to the poplar planted in the backyard.
Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian
Move poplars to the backyard. Learn palace waist dance, February is still short. Not far from Fuling, the east and west coasts are littered with bits and pieces.
A few small eyebrows are cold. Don't sing in the sun, the whole intestine will be broken first. Looking closely at the payment and spring break, all the rules are full of resentment.
Translation:
A small willow tree was moved from outside and planted in the backyard. Its branches are still very short in early spring and February, and it is also trying to dance its slender waist. Unlike the willows on the edge of Liling, the broken willows were abandoned on the east and west banks because of people's folding.
A few eyebrows-like leaflets were wrinkled by the cold of late spring. Don't sing "Yangguanqu", you will be heartbroken because of separation before you sing. Call spring to take a closer look, and its branches reveal the sadness of parting with lovers.
5, return to the garden, a.
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. (mistaken: mistaken)
Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Translation:
When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, and I naturally loved natural scenery. It has been more than ten years since I fell into the trap of official career and stayed away from the countryside in a blink of an eye.
Birds in cages miss the forests where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they once played. I am willing to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south and go home to farm according to my stupid idea.
There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts. Elms and willows are hidden on the back eaves, and peach trees and plum trees are neatly planted in front of the house.
Houses in neighboring villages can be seen in the distance, and smoke from kitchen chimneys is floating over the village. Several dogs barked in the deep streets, and cocks kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees.
There are no worldly chores in the yard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room. Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.