Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Two quatrains
Don du fu
One is the beauty of mountains and rivers in the spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Secondly, the bluebirds in the river are too white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are burning. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
Spring Festival travel rush/Spring Festival travel rush craze
Don du fu
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light. Days are long, birds are long, and spring is far away. The number is related to chaos, and it is never clear outside the sword. Hometown can't return, and the land enters Yafu camp.
Seven quatrains on finding flowers by the river.
Don du fu
The spring flowers by the river bother me so much that I have to go everywhere. He came to the south to find a drinker and went out for a drink ten days ago. Flowers are like splendid flowers, like rivers, and my heart is really afraid of spring. But now poetry and wine can listen to me, and I don't have to bear any psychological burden for my bald head. There are two or three families living in the bamboo forest beside the river bank, and the provocative red flowers set off the white flowers. Enjoy spring scenery, you know where it is, and good wine will kill you.
"Two Hearts from Water Threshold"
Don du fu
The hut is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu, with a spacious courtyard, no villages around and boundless vision. Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening. It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free. The weather in Sichuan Province often rains at night, and the sky is clearly clear by the railings beside the water. The flowers were drenched by the rain, the trees were covered with thick puddles, and my clothes and pillows were dry. I can't bear the current infirmity, but also the utilitarian and floating value. A trickle of wine is shallow, but it is deep.
Jueju
Don du fu