Grinding Jade Guanyin
The Storybook of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Anonymous
The mountain color is clear and the shadows are beautiful, and the warm geese rise from the flat sand.
In the eastern suburbs, flowers are gradually blooming for the eyes, and in the south, grass is sprouting.
There are no crows hiding in the willows on the embankment, so I went to the mountain home while looking for fragrance.
The red plum blossoms on several trees in Longtou have fallen, and the red apricot branches have not bloomed.
This song "Partridge Sky" talks about Meng Chun's shadow, but it turns out that it is not as good as "Zhongchun Ci":
Every day in the brothel, I am drunk and dreaming, and I don't know that spring is coming outside the city. .
The apricot blossoms have just fallen, the rain is sparse, and the willows are swaying gently in the breeze.
Floating boats, dancing green horses, and green cages outside the bridge gate.
If a pedestrian does not enter the fairy land, at what level is he on the bead curtain?
This poem talks about the scenery in mid-spring. It turns out that it is not as good as Mrs. Huang's "Ji Chun Ci":
First, the spring light is like wine, and I can hear the Yan language through the curtains.
The willows and fragrant catkins are floating on the small bridge, and the red peaches are scattered on the mountain temple.
The orioles are getting older, the butterflies are from the west to the east, the return of spring is hard to find, and the hatred is endless.
The color of the grass on the invading steps is caught by the morning rain, and the pear blossoms on the ground are caught by the morning breeze.
These three poems are not as good as Wang Jinggong saw the petals of flowers blowing to the ground in the wind. It turns out that the return of spring is ruined by the east wind
; one poem said:
The spring breeze is sometimes good, and sometimes it is bad.
The flowers will not bloom if there is no spring breeze, and the flowers will be blown down by the wind.
Su Dongpo said: "It is not the east wind that ruins the return of spring, but the spring rain that ruins the return of spring." There is a poem that says:
Before the rain, the stamens among the flowers were first seen, but after the rain, there were no leaves at all. Bottom flower.
Bees and butterflies are crossing the wall one after another, but they suspect that spring is in the neighboring house.
Qin Shaoyou said: "I don't do anything about the wind, nor do I do anything about the rain. It's the willow catkins that float away the spring scenery." There is a poem that says:
The willow flowers disperse lightly in March, The fluttering waves send spring home.
This flower is a heartless thing, flying east and west.
Shao Yaofu said: "I don't do anything about catkins, it's the butterflies that pick up the spring beauty." There is a poem that says:
It is March when the flowers are blooming, and the butterflies fly to busy themselves with disasters. .
The spring scenery spreads to the horizon, adding sadness to the pedestrian road.
Zeng Liangfu said: "I don't do anything about butterflies, it's the oriole's crow that makes spring return." There is a poem that says:
When the flowers are blooming, they are bright and thick, how can a spring night be so old? Fang Cong?
The oriole crows and returns in spring, and the infinite garden becomes empty.
Zhu Xizhen said: "I don't want to do anything about the oriole, it's the cuckoo that makes spring return." There is a poem that says:
The cuckoo makes spring return, and the cuckoo crows around things to bring blood. Still exist.
The sky in the courtyard is long and quiet during the day, making people afraid of the dusk.
Su Xiaomei said: "If you don't do these things, the spring scenery will be carried away by the swallows." There is a poem in "Die Lian Hua" as evidence:
I originally lived on the Qiantang River, Flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the year. The swallows carry the spring scenery away in their mouths, and there are a few yellow plum rains on the screen windows.
I combed the rhinoceros clouds at an angle and vomited half out, tapped the sandalwood board, and sang "The Golden Thread" thoroughly. After singing, the colorful clouds are nowhere to be found, and I dream back to the bright moon in Nanpu.
Wang Yansou said: "I don't do anything about the wind, nor the rain, nor the catkins, nor the butterflies, nor
the orioles. Neither the cuckoo nor the swallow; ninety days of spring have passed and spring has returned. "There is a poem that says:
I resent both the wind and the rain. No, spring will return even if the wind and rain don’t come.
The redness on the cheeks has faded, the green plums are small, the corners of the mouth are yellow and the breasts are gone.
Shu Po Jian cries and the shadows of flowers go away, Wu silkworms forcibly eat the mulberry leaves.
I am really annoyed that I have no place to look for when I return in spring, and the world has let me down like a coir raincoat!