Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"
"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Du Fu's "Jueju" mountain plain is full of white Manchuria and green, and the voice of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
April in rural Weng Juan.
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Zhang's fishing song.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Interest
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.