Purple ancient poems

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.

Back in the fishing pond, I woke up. The Moon Hook was the first time with Wei Zi.

Sing till dawn and soak crape myrtle for a month.

Sitting alone in the dusk, who is the companion, Ziweihua vs Ziweilang.

Fifth, the rooster crows more, and the dawn of Kyoto Road is slightly cold; The orioles are singing, and Chang 'an is full of spring.