peaches and plums blossom in the east of Luoyang, flying around and falling at whose house?
Luoyang's daughter cherishes color, and sighs every time the flowers fall.
the color of the flowers changed this year, but who will be there next year?
I've seen pine and cypress destroy for salary (1), and I've heard that mulberry fields have turned into sea (2).
the ancients never recovered from the east of Luocheng, but today people are still disappointed.
the flowers are similar from year to year, and people are different from year to year.
If you send a message that is full of beauty, you should pity the half-dead Pulsatilla.
Poor old man with a bald head. He was a beautiful young man.
under the tree of childe Wang Sunfang, before the beautiful song and dance (3).
Guangluchitai has splendid literature (4), and the generals' pavilions paint immortals.
once you are ill, you don't know each other. Who will have fun in the third spring?
how long can you turn a moth's eyebrows? [5], and the crane will be in a mess for a moment.
But looking at the ancient singing and dancing places, only the birds are sad at dusk.
two for the road (it's about Yang Guifei but it's different from the song of everlasting regret)
on the third day of the Third-month in the freshening weather, many beauties take the air by the Changan waterfront.
receptive, aloof, sweet-mannered, sincere, with soft fine skin and well-balanced bone.
Du Fu's two for the road Calligraphy Works
their embroidered silk robes in the spring sun are gleaming, with a mass of golden peacocks and silver unicorns.
and hanging far down from their temples? Cuiwei leaves hang down the temples and lips.
and following behind them? The skirts of the jewels are more securely fitted.
some of them are kindred to the Royal House, the titled Princesses Guo and Qin.
red camel-humps are brought them from jade broilers, and sweet fish is ordered them on crystal trays.
rhinoceros has been tired for a long time, and the finely wrought phoenix carving-knife is very little used.
fleet horses from the Yellow Gate, stirring no dust, bring precious dishes constantly from the imperial kitchen.
while a solemn sound of flutes and drums invokes gods and spirits, guests and courtiers gather, all of high rank.
and finally, riding slow, a dignified horseman, dismounts at the pavilion on an embroidered rug.
in a snow of flying willow-cotton whitening the duckweed, bluebirds find their way with vermilion handkerchiefs.
but power can be as hot as flame and burn people's fingers, be wary of the Premier, watch for his frown!
In fact, some of Li Qingzhao's and Ouyang Xiu's poems are also very suitable for reading competitions. If LZ doesn't want to "collide with poetry", it is suggested that the above two capitals prepare (the effect is very good), and the probability of simultaneous occurrence is basically zero --