In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Scientific knowledge: the temperature on the mountain is lower than that on the flat, so spring comes later.
In April, it is the time when spring returns to the ground and all the wheatgrass falls, but the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains are just in full bloom. I often feel sad for the passing of spring, because there is nowhere to find it. When I met the spring scenery again, I was overjoyed and suddenly realized: I didn't expect spring to be in this deep mountain temple.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems-Qing Gong Zi Zhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Scientific knowledge: Adding humus from plants to soil can make the soil fertile.
The sadness of parting extends to the distance of sunset, and the whip is raised to the east. From then on, this body is the end of the world. I quit my job and went home, just like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. I have turned into dirt, and I want to serve my country and do my part for it.
In the Heron Villa-Don Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Scientific knowledge: stand high and see far.
The setting sun slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the surging Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.
Farewell, Hometown Grass of Fude —— Don Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Scientific knowledge: weeds are tenacious.
Weeds in the ancient plain are dense and luxuriant, withering and growing once a year. Wild fire can't burn it, and the spring breeze blows everywhere. The grass in the distance invaded the ancient road, and the green grass color connected the deserted city. Farewell to friends today, green grass, full of parting feelings.