1. Ode to the Twenty-Four Qi Poems: The Dawn of Spring in Guyu
[Tang Dynasty] Yuan Zhen
The dawn of Spring in Guyu makes the mountains and rivers dark green.
The hoopoe sings among the leaves, and duckweed grows in the marshy water.
The warm house brings forth silkworms and ants, and the noisy wind attracts the wheat stalks.
The sound of a dove whistling with its feathers is unbelievable and unbearable to listen to.
2. Guyu
[Song Dynasty] Zhu Shu
The sky is scattered in the forest, and the empty eaves are written in dreams.
The Ming Dynasty knew about Guyu and had no way to ban the flower wind.
Shizhu gathered his ingenuity and made great achievements in the smoke.
The more birds keep their mouths shut, I send my way to God.
3. Guyu
[Ming Dynasty] Fang Taigu
Spring is declining and alcohol-related illnesses are causing illness. Shanjia’s Guyu morning tea is harvested.
There are two butterflies in the breeze in front of the flowers, and a dove rains every now and then outside the forest.
There are no cranes riding on the red hills of the blue sea, but there are fishing boats with green grass and green hats.
The dust is full of smiles and dreams are born, and Xianshou is trying to swim today.
4. Guyu
[Qing Dynasty] Lin Yining
Part One
The flow of the mirror reflects the window screen, and the wind reaches the willow feet in front of the eaves incline.
The bamboo frame is used to read the whole book except for pulse reading, and the inkstone is washed in the spring pond to mess with the apple blossoms.
The mulberry leaves are thick and the silkworms are still hanging on the foil. When the sun is warm, the bees dry up and go to the office early.
The boy wears a pot to look for water in the stream, and the boy wears a pot to try new tea tomorrow.
Second
I have spent my years in boudoir hastily, and I have never understood the meaning of mulberry and hemp in my life.
Along the fence, wild beans are beginning to reach their vines, and mountain peaches are half in bloom.
The drizzle stains the willow color, and the warm wind encourages the peony buds to bloom.
The village girl finished her new bun and called her neighbors to pick tea at dawn.
5. Chanting in the small room the day before Guyu
[Qing Dynasty] Zhu Zhongmei
In the small garden, I burned incense and teased the green gauze, and spread out books to write notes about Nanhua.
The spring clothes are not cut yet the cold is still timid, the sun is setting again after the first day of the afternoon dream.
Only the weak willows can sleep outside the lake. Who will pay for new tea before the rain?
The pulse of Zhonghuai is free, and I can see the hairspring and the falling flowers.