1. What are the famous sayings about plum blossoms and bamboos?
It’s really drunk to be willing to believe in the transfer. Only Langgan has passed the years, and there is no need for the sandalwood board or the golden statue, it all depends on the old age. The pole comes to support, and the mist and rain in the brothel bear to forget each other, because there is a secret fragrance.
The small plum forest in the mountain garden
All the flowers are falling and blooming alone. This branch grows in the mausoleum of the mountain, and the ten-foot-long dragon and grandson surround the phoenix pond
Xuan Xuzi "Ode to Bamboo"
There are many kinds of crows in the cold rock, occupying the charming scenery and laying stone to the plum blossom king in the small garden.
There are several branches of plum blossoms in the corner, and the white butterflies are as if they know how to unite and break their souls, protecting the pink and talking about the camp. There is a short section of fence, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk.
Li Lang's poem "Plum"
Once upon a time I miss each other, and once again, the snow piles are all over the four mountains, but it is still strong after a thousand blows, and it has fallen into half of the makeup.
Sanqu Road Zeng Ji
The plums are yellow and the weather is sunny.
The wind is rustling but not cold. I know it's not snow. The green yin does not reduce the passage of time, but the people of Zhangtai remove the bones and leave the fragrance.
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Lu You)
I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning wind. Fortunately, we can make love with each other by singing softly. There are plum blossoms on a tree and a young man blooming, all of which are filled with love and honey.
Lingxiao has spread its leaves. Perhaps there was an unintentional spread of the two butterflies. One plant was piled high with snow on the roadside. After the rain, all the business was removed, and its roots were still in the broken rocks.
The frost birds want to steal their eyes first, and there will be new ones next year.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a plum blossom poem (Wang Anshi)
Huafa looks for spring and is happy to see plum blossoms. Flying back to the wind dance, Ling Han drove alone.
Who is truly a gentleman?
The straight knot is in harmony with the cultivation of nature, regardless of the wind from the southeast to the northwest
Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, modesty is suitable for Taoist life, the rain is clearer, and the stream is overflowing. While walking in the mountains, I heard four or five calls of orioles, which made me not worry about the vulgarity but also the medical treatment.
This is the front seat of the human world.
When a traveler returns from the sea, there are tears in his eyes. The most passionate place is the most affectionate. Fengcheng Nanmo recalled his years. Where can one transform into hundreds of billions, but it would be better for someone from the Xiandong Taoist family.
"Bamboo" by Wen Zhengming
Get the green jade branches. The sparse shadows are horizontal and the water is clear and shallow.
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Zheng Banqiao
Do not let go of Qingshan. Three thousand trees live at the foot of the solitary mountain, and the incense sticks are difficult to follow the post envoy.
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The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of the plum blossoms. Lin Bu: All the sufferings are shaken and the beauty is alone, and the charm is in the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don't need the sandalwood board to touch the golden statue.
Lotus: The West Lake described by Liu Yong "has three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus". Huang Tingjian's description of "the fragrance of lotus ten miles away from the railing", with its green cover and red clothes, is still fragrant. (Qing Dynasty) Shu Wei vividly described the Lotus Viewing Festival in Wuxing County, Jiangsu Province on June 24th of the lunar calendar. He wrote: "It should be the birthday of the flower god, and there are thousands of people like a sea without a flower." Yang Wanli's poem " "On the Qingxiao Lake": "The lotus smiles and bathes in rouge, and it will be said that no one has seen the dawn makeup." Wang Anshi, a politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Inscribed on the Wall of Taiyi Palace in the West": "The willow leaves are singing and the green is dark, and the lotus flowers are green and dark." The sunset is red."
"The lotus flowers fill the lake and the wind and rain come" (Ming Dynasty Yang Ji's "Sleepwalking in the West Lake"), "The lotus rain will stop when it is wet" (Song Dynasty Wu Weixin's "West Lake Rain") and "The lotus flowers in the beautiful water are not wet yet" "Qian" ("Lotus" by Wang Yuepu of the Song Dynasty). Yang Wanli's poem "Zhaojun's Resent - Ode to the Rain on the Lotus": "But it is the lotus in the pond that dances in the rain, and the pearls are scattered and gathered together, gathering into a mercury nest, and clearing the waves."
(Tang Dynasty) Wu Rong's poem " "Thought of Coolness": "The wind blows in the green lotus and the dewdrops pour down" and (Qing Dynasty) Zhu Yizun's poem "The River is Red - West Lake Lotus": "A few bursts of coolness turn the white leaves, and the continuous rain showers dance with green beads". Li Shangyin's "The floating world is originally full of people" Scattered, the red lotus leaves are scattered." ("July 29th Chongrang House Banquet") Spring - the little lotus just shows its sharp corners.
In Yang Wanli's poem "Little Pond", "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." Thousands of layers of emerald green covered with thousands of red makeup.
"The lotus flowers are still worried about the heat at dusk, and their lower faces are hidden deep in the green umbrellas" (Yang Wanli's "Wandering on the Lotus Pond in the Evening Hot"), and "Thank you to the people of Huanxi for their perseverance, leaving enough to cover the mandarin ducks in the rain" ( "Lotus Leaf" by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty). Autumn - the dew-cold lotus room falls in pink.
"The green house has a green roof, and the plain material is yellow snails." ("Ode to Picking Lotuses" by Xiao Yi of the Southern Dynasties), "The green house is too red to be reduced... I plan to have a green house for the whole night, but I don't know the white dew." "Autumn wind again."
("Autumn Lotus" by Liu Yin of the Yuan Dynasty), "The red and fragrant flowers are few...the lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves." (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Wangsun"), "The gardener should not touch the autumn lotus." Fold and stay with the swimming fish to cover the sunset.
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The lotus leaves withered and the lotus pods trembled (Zhou Mi’s “Abandoned Garden of Xicheng”), the lotuses withered and red in “The Lotus in Red Clothes Fell to Sorrow” (Zhao Gu’s “Autumn View of Chang’an”) After all, "the hibiscus falls all over the sky and water, and the waves rise at dusk." "(Song Dynasty Shu Yu's "Yu Meiren - Send to Gongdu"). Winter - the lotus is gone and there is no rain cover.
Bamboo: Ode to Bamboo Song·Wen Tong (Suddenly Recalling the Work of Xiu Bamboo in My Hometown) This poem) In my hometown, I cultivated bamboos around the East River, occupying 10,000 branches and soaking them in the sand. I am on my way to the official position, so it is my fault that I returned late.
Excerpted from "132 Chinese Painters" Spring River Xiaojing. There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboos in Huichong in the Song Dynasty. The water of the spring river is warm and the reed buds are short. The rhinoceros bursts into chaos.
When Tian Wen dies, his friends scatter.
Excerpted from "Selected Poems about Things". Lin Xin belongs to the bamboo shoots, and I am happy to see the white and mixed colors. I know that I am sour and cold, but I am not a prince eating meat.
Excerpted from "Selected Poems about Things" The wind blows high during the Qiong Festival in the Bamboo Tang Dynasty. The branches, the wind blows, and I forget to return. I pity the shadows of flowers and the clothes of the guests under the setting sun.
Excerpted from "Selected Poems about Things". Li Zhongqi came from the mountain monastery and moved it to the side. . The wind blows all the time, and the quiet birds sometimes come.
The moonlight is singing, the smoke in the cage is accompanied by the wine glass, and the sound of wind and rain is heard from the south window.
Bamboo Tang·Zheng Guyi. The mist is suitable for rain and wind, and when the water is hidden, the pine trees are moved back and forth from the distant temple. The moss breaks through the steps and the spring buds burst out. The summer sun is thick. The apricot flowers are full of emotions, and they are well matched with the green bamboo. p> It is better to seize the festival than to change, and the sincerity will be restrained. There are many kinds of Weiqu, and the Wang family is not satisfied with it.
The fairy stick is turning into a dragon, and the beauty is ripe with the sound of the phoenix. Looking back at the speed of the dance.
Excerpted from "Ancient and Modern Chinese and Foreign Issues 21-30" 1. "Autumn Thoughts on Tianjingsha" Yuan Dynasty. Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines, old trees, and old houses with flowing water. The horse is thin in the west wind, the sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
2. "Autumn Poetry" by Liu Yu of the Tang Dynasty. It's like the spring scenery makes people crazy. 3. "Autumn Thoughts" Tang Dynasty. Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to write a lot of things, but he was afraid that he would not be able to finish it in a hurry.
4 ."Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" Tang Dynasty. Li Baijiang City is like a picture, with mountains facing the clear sky at dawn. Two rivers sandwich a mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.
The crowds are cold and the orange pomelo trees are in the autumn color. Who misses the North Tower?
5. "Autumn View of Chang'an" Tang Dynasty. , the flute sounds and the person leans on the building.
The purple and beautiful fence is half open, the chrysanthemums are quiet, the red clothes are gone and the lotus is sad.
6. "Autumn Moon" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the empty water is clear and the color of autumn is vivid. Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, there are white clouds and red leaves.
7. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
8. "Autumn Rain Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The civilians in Chang'an were competing against each other and locked the Hengmen to guard the ring. An old man does not grow basil, but a child has no worries about wind and rain.
The sound of rain brings early cold, making it difficult for wild geese to fly high with wet wings. Autumn has not seen daylight. When will the soil dry after the mud is dirty?
9. "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn dew of Gui Po is faint when he is born, and his light clothes are already thin and have not been changed. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
10. "Autumn Day" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty. Take your time when you have nothing to do. When you sleep, the sun is already red outside the east window. All things are calm and contented, and the joy of the four seasons is the same as that of others.
The way to heaven and earth is beyond the visible, and the thoughts are in the changing winds and clouds. Wealth and honor are not lascivious, poverty and lowliness are joyful. The man here is a hero.
11. "The Beauty of Autumn Waves" by Lu You, Song Dynasty. In autumn, mourning is heard at the corner of the border town, and the beacon fire shines on the high platform. The sad song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely way.
A passionate person is like the moon in the south mountain, especially when the clouds open at dusk. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.
12. "Autumn Willows" Qing Dynasty. Wang Shizhen Where is the most enchanting place in autumn? The lingering west wind blows through the door in white. In the future, there will be no shadows of spring swallows in the pool, but today they are haggard and have traces of smoke in the evening.
I am worried about being on a stranger's road, and dreaming about Wuye Village in the south of the Yangtze River. Don't listen to the wind and play the flute three times. It's always difficult to talk about the sadness of Yuguan.
Lu Meipo, a poet of the Song Dynasty: The plum and snow contend for the spring but refuse to fall, so the poet puts it aside. 3. Ancient poems describing plum blossoms and bamboos
Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden
Lin Hejing
The flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.
Fortunately, there is no need for a golden bottle with a sandalwood board to sing to each other.
Plum
Wang Anshi
There are several branches of plum in the corner, Ling Han Drive alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and losing a poem about plum blossoms
Wang Anshi
Huafa is happy to see plum blossoms in spring, and one of them is piled high with snow on the roadside.
He recalled the old days of Nanmo in Fengcheng, and it was difficult for Xiangyao to come with the post envoy.
Yi Mei
Li Shangyin
Live at the end of the world, relying on the beauty of things.
Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year’s flowers.
"Zhuli Pavilion" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know, come tomorrow to take pictures.
Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty wrote a painting poem:
Lying in the Yazhai, listening to the rustling bamboos, it is suspected that they are the sounds of people's suffering.
These little officials in Caozhou County are always caring about each branch and leaf. 4. Ancient poems about plum blossoms and bamboos
Ode to Bamboo (Qi. Xie Tiao) There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window, which is green and unique.
The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches. The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the sound of wind rises and falls again.
The green guard flies out of the way, but the yellow mouth peeks at each other. But hate follows the wind and grows apart from each other.
Bamboo (Liang.Liu Xiaoxian) Bamboo grows in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky. No one appreciates high integrity, only one has one's own chastity.
The concubine of Xiang was brought to tears by shame, and she entered the palace harp in shame. Whoever makes a flute should sing the dragon's tune.
Endowed with tender bamboos in front of the steps (Chen. Zhang Zhengjian). The green clouds are forming clusters on their own, and the light flowers and tender bamboo shoots are about to soar into the sky. The curved and horizontal branches are laid out repeatedly, and the leaves are sparse and the wind blows strongly.
If you want to know the place where the dragon is born, you should go to Gepi on the mountain road. Ode to Bamboo (Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty) The tall bamboo sticks on the Chu River are full of dawn energy.
The white flowers shake the shadow of the wind, and the Qing Festival moves the dragon text. The leaves sweep the southeast sun, and the branches carry the northwest clouds.
Who knows that on the Xiang River, I shed tears and miss you alone. More than 100 poems about bamboo planting on the left side of Jun Zhai (Tang Dynasty. Linghu Chu) Bamboo is planted on the north window of the Zhai residence, and the newly opened plain wall reflects the fresh green flowers.
The green is close to the place where medicine is practiced, and the green shade is as deep as lying in front of the curtain. The wind shocks the leaves at dawn, as if hearing rain, and the spring branches seem to carry smoke when the moon passes.
I recalled the mountains and felt relieved, so I retired and sat down to face Chanjuan. Bamboo in the White Sand Pavilion in Autumn (Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun) The rustling snow and frost, and the dense green are different from those in Hunan.
The sparse shadow of the moon moves on the wall, and the cold sound of the wind fills the hall. Autumn comes earlier for roller blinds and longer nights for high pillows.
Suddenly I recall Qinxi Road, thousands of poles are now cold. When the bamboo shoots are eaten for the first time, they are placed in the seat (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty). When the fragrant buds of tender bamboo shoots emerge from the forest, their price is as heavy as gold when discussed in the mausoleum.
In the imperial capital, there are countless people on land and sea, and they can't bear to cut an inch of gold from Ling Yun. Yong Bamboo (Tang Zhenggu) It is suitable to smoke.
Ode to Bamboo (Qi. Xie Tiao) There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window, which is green and unique. The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches.
The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the sound of wind rises and falls again. The green guard flies out of the way, but the yellow mouth peeks at each other.
But hate follows the wind, and the roots and plants grow apart. Bamboo (Liang.Liu Xiaoxian) Bamboo grows in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky.
No one appreciates high integrity, only one is chaste. The shame stained the Xiang concubine's tears, and she entered the palace harp in shame.
Whoever makes the flute should sing the dragon's tune. There are tender bamboos in front of the steps (Chen and Zhang Zhengjian). The green clouds form clumps on their own, and the light flowers and tender bamboo shoots are about to soar into the sky.
The curved and horizontal branches are often untied, and the leaves are sparse and the wind is strong. If you want to know the place where you can become a dragon by holding a knot, you should go to Gepi on the mountain road.
Ode to Bamboo (Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty) The tall bamboo sticks on the Chu River are filled with the beauty of dawn. The white flowers shake the shadow of the wind, and the green festival moves the dragon text.
The leaves sweep the southeast sun, and the branches carry the northwest clouds. Unexpectedly, on the Xiang River, I shed tears and miss you alone.
More than 100 poems about planting bamboo on the left side of Junzhai (Tang Dynasty. Linghu Chu) Bamboo is planted by the north window of Zhaiju, and the newly opened plain wall reflects the fresh green flowers. The green is close to the place where medicine is practiced, and the green shade is as deep as lying in front of the curtain.
The leaves at dawn seem to smell like rain when the wind blows, and the spring branches seem to carry smoke when the moon passes. Lao Tzu recalled the mountain and his heart was temporarily suspended. He retired and sat leisurely facing Chanjuan.
Bamboos in the White Sand Pavilion in Autumn (Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun) The rustling snow and frost, and the dense green are different from those in Hunan. The sparse shadows of the moon move on the wall, and the cold sound of the wind fills the hall.
Autumn comes earlier for roller blinds and longer nights for high pillows. Suddenly I recall Qinxi Road, thousands of poles are now cold.
The first bamboo shoots were eaten and presented in a seat (Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin) The tender bamboo shoots were just emerging from the forest, and the price in the mausoleum was as heavy as gold. There are countless people in the imperial capital, land and sea, who can't bear to cut an inch of gold from Ling Yun.
Ode to Bamboo (Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty) It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, and the pine trees in the hidden villages are blowing. I moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed it, and saw the front peak.
The spring buds burst out from the moss that invades the steps, and the sedge around the path has a dense summer shade. It is falsely accused that the apricot flower has many emotions, and a few branches are clad in green, so they are compatible.
Bamboo Wind (Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty) The bamboos reflect the wind and the windows are slanting several times, --- people sit and think about the endless thoughts. When night comes, I have dreams of rivers and lakes, all of which are like dry sounds like daisy flowers.
Bamboo in the mountains in spring (said by Pei of the Tang Dynasty) There are several green bamboo poles in the shape of dragons, and they are steep and must be taught to grow here.
Infinite wild flowers cannot bloom, and the cold color in the middle of the mountain competes with spring.
Ode to Bamboo (Zhang Bi, Tang Dynasty) The trees are full of colors and the leaves are blooming, and the kings and grandsons are not tired of filling the courtyard. Lingshuang is gone and no one sees her, and she waits humbly for the phoenix to come all day long.
Who allows romance to add joy and self-pity to the dust. There are many idle areas everywhere in Zhumen, just like moving clouds to caress the green moss.
Shuangyun Pavilion (Su Shi, Song Dynasty) The new bamboo basket cannot be restrained, and Chanjuan is already old and cold. To see the foreshadowing of the cold frost, you have to wait until the autumn wind falls.
All in the Fu Garden (Song Dynasty, Su Che) Bamboo does not grow in cold areas, although it often looks like a disease. The root of the drug is planted in a quiet place, but the leaves are so fierce when they bloom.
Chanjuan looks like ice and snow, scattered by the wind and sun. Prosperity is seen in solitary depth, and one person is the enemy of thousands of hectares.
It reminds me of the towering forests and cliffs on the river. There is no wind, and the baskets are floating by themselves, and the wind is blowing along the deserted path.
Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli) The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, and adds jade poles in one night. Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.
Ode to East Lake Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Lu You) Insert thorns and weave fences to protect them, and cultivate the cold green ripples. Autumn comes first as the breeze sweeps across the earth, and the red sun travels until noon.
When I untied the bamboo basket, I heard the rustling sound, and when I put it down, I saw the leaves for the first time. I want to come here frequently when I have free time, and I still follow my instructions wherever I go.
Wild Bamboo (Wuzhen, Yuan Dynasty) Wild Bamboo is absolutely lovely, with sparse branches and leaves that look real. Throughout his life, he has always stayed far away from the bushes and thorns, and walked along the cliffs and through the stone paths.
Embrace the river of Jieshan Mountain with an open mind, the breeze is whirling in the white moon. What will happen if the cold shoots are thousands of feet away? There is a lot of wind and smoke in Qi'ao, Weichuan River.
Song of New Bamboo Shoots (Yue Dai, Ming Dynasty) The forest is full of yellow birds singing, and the new bamboo shoots in the forest are among the people. The spring breeze moves the mountain rabbit behind closed doors, and the dew drops in the day scare the bamboo rooster.
Spring has passed for three days in the rain, and I added a few more flowers near the stone bed. The heads of the generals are pointed towards the blue clouds, regardless of the broken green moss in front of the steps.
Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie) The green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Bamboo (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie) One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves. Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.
Bamboo by Li He of the Tang Dynasty When entering the water, the light moves, and the green shadows appear in spring. There are bamboo shoots growing in the dew, and the moss color brushes the frosty roots.
The weaving can bear the fragrance and sweat, and the planting can catch the cotton scales. 5. Ancient poem about bamboo and plum blossoms
Ode to Bamboo bai
In my hometown, I cultivated bamboos around the East River, occupying 10,000 branches in the water and soaking in the sand. du
I have not been able to get a break from my career as an official, so it is probably my fault that I returned late.
Dawn Scenery on the Spring River
There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which are prophets of the warm waters of the Spring River.
The ground is full of wilting wormwood and short reed buds, which is when puffer fish are about to come.
Describing plum blossoms:
1. Lu Meipo, a poet of the Song Dynasty: The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of the plum blossoms
2. Lin Bu: All the suffering is shaken, and the beauty is alone, taking up all the charm in the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird wants to gain power and steals its eyes first, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don't need the sandalwood board to touch the golden statue. 6. Poems about Plum and Bamboo
"Bitter Bamboo" (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
Qing Ming is also self-defeating, weak and strong in support.
It tastes bitter and avoids summer insects, but the spring birds are suspicious of the humble bush.
The Xuan Chi Club is not important, and the cutting desire is useless.
Fortunately, I am close to the secluded house, and there are frost roots here.
In the early morning, I stopped under the pavilion and fell in love with this quiet bamboo.
"Newly Planted Bamboo" Wei Zhuangtang
I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps. He walked around the railing and chanted, but his towel was wet.
No one knows me when I am wandering in a foreign land, but Cong Huang is like my master.
Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden (Song Dynasty) by Lin Bu
All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need gold bottles made of sandalwood.
Hsinchu (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, and adds several poles of jade in one night.
Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.