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Spring in the South of the Yangtze River is misty. Author: Kou Zhun in Song Dynasty
Original: misty, Liu Yiyi. The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the slanting sun. Jiang Nanchun was completely heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return.
The withered apricot flowers are flying all over the ground. Spring in the south of the Yangtze River has passed, leaving people with worries. Tingzhou is full of apple flowers, and her sweetheart hasn't returned yet.
Appreciation: This article describes the scene of the south of the Yangtze River in early spring: the green grass is in the sky, and only the lonely village is seen as far as the horizon is concerned; The setting sun is on the mountain, and apricot flowers are floating in Ran Ran with the wind. Through the reflection of the blood-like color of the setting sun and the red of apricot flowers, the attachment of apricot flowers falling on the tree is written with the attachment image of the setting sun descending on the mountain and Ran Ran, thus secretly writing the poet's feeling of pity for flowers and cherishing spring.
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Is it worthwhile to visit the park? Author: Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty?
Original: You should pity the fangs and seal the moss, but Chai Fei won't leave for a long time. But this spring of spring, after all, is not to be caged, you see, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Perhaps the owner of the garden was worried that my clogs would trample on his precious moss and tap Chai Men lightly, but no one came to open it for a long time. But after all, the spring scenery in this garden can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot flower sticking out of the wall.
Appreciation: This little poem describes what the poet saw and felt when he visited the garden in spring, and it is very vivid and interesting. It not only shows the irresistible vitality of spring, but also shows the author's love for spring.
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Author: Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
Original: In February this year, the frost first melted, and I slept in Tiaoxi Green to the east. In the guest's time poems, the news of apricot blossoms is in the rain. The Zen master in Xi 'an is still sick, while the Confucianism in Beizha is only poor first. Suddenly, I recalled that I was looking for my second son in a canoe, and I tried the spring breeze with a black silk towel and a crane.
In the early spring of February this year, the snow and ice began to melt. In the cold winter, Tiaoxi, which had been sleeping for a long time, carried a few strands of green and trickled eastward.
I live in a foreign land and live indifferently in poetry and fu. During the apricot blossom season, with the scattered rain outside the window, I often listen for news from distant friends.
The wise old man who lives in Xi 'an is good at Zen, but he is riddled with illness. The Tianzi in which Beizha lives is good at Confucianism and content with poverty. I suddenly missed them, so I went boating for these two old friends. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, I am wearing a nylon scarf and a crane. What a romantic elegance!
4. Spring Scenery in the Jade Building
Author: Song Qi in Song Dynasty?
Original: Dongcheng gradually feels beautiful, and it is wrinkled and corrugated to welcome guests. Han Xiao is light outside the green poplar smoke, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Floating growth hates less pleasure, but willing to love a daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave a night photo among the flowers.
Walking in Dongcheng, I feel that the spring is getting better and better, and the wrinkled water waves are slowly rocking on the boat. All the green willows are dancing lightly in the morning mist, and the pink apricot blossoms are full of enchanting spring.
I always complain that life is too short and there is too little pleasure. How can I despise laughter for saving my daughter? Let me raise my glass for you and advise the setting sun, please stay and shine the evening flowers.
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Author: Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
Original: Recalling the past, drinking on the bridge at noon, and sitting in it was mostly heroic. Long ditch Ryutsuki went silent. In the thin shadow of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn. ? It has been like a dream for more than 2 years, although I am shocked. Go to the small pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things have happened in ancient and modern times, and fishermen sing the third night.
translation: I recall drinking at the noon bridge, and all the people present were heroes. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and played bamboo flute in the sparse shadow of apricot flowers until dawn.
Twenty years' experience is like a dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Have nothing to do, climb the attic and watch the new rain in Chu Qing. Throughout the ages, many historical deeds are fleeting, and only the fishermen who made them into songs sang in a low voice in the middle of the night.