1, Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda.
Sprinkle towels and rain, and wear a side hat. Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water. Stone horses stand in the air and kites fly in the air. After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.
Tears covered with black silk scarves, endless. My hair was loose and my hat was crooked by the wind. Flowers dyed Shan Ye red, and wicker lay on the water. Stone beasts stand on both sides of the road, and paper flies in the air. After people left the graves, crows and birds became active and looked around for food.
2. The Three Criminals Crossing the River and the Qingming of the West Lake Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying.
Shame, blush and hate, the evening breeze has not fallen, and the embroidery worker is a little heavier. The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus trees are light gulls, and Baole leans on the residual clouds. Endless resentment towards the blue, gradually entered the road, fairy pier maze. Intestines diffuse back, see you every other flower, back is Chu waist. Wandering around. The title door is melancholy, and the quiet period is difficult to count. I also began to feel and miss love, broadband because of spring. Things in the Ming Dynasty were lonely and cold, which made the lake full of troubles and worries. Dai Shan, the dust wave is green and there is no trace.
Beautiful red flowers seem to be a shy smiling face of a beauty, and bright green leaves adorn her temples, as if frowning and slightly hating. I hate the evening breeze, why not blow all the flowers down and let the falling petals be dotted with thick green grass like colored embroidery.
At that time, Su Causeway and Bai Causeway crossed like swallowtails, the boat with laurel leaves in the lake was like a seagull floating gently, and my BMW riding the reins was like leaning on the edge of the evening clouds. Sadly, countless green willows are swaying gently, and the canoe in the water gradually enters a fairyland with flowers like a screen along the willow path, which is full of soul. I followed the painted boat closely on the shore. Lost my soul for her beauty and amorous feelings. From time to time, I see her slim and elegant waist and shy back through the willow tree.