White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
Xiao Chun | Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Silent night thoughts | Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Benjamin Nong Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Acacia Tang
When those red berries come in spring, send some in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Children fish, unkempt children learn to hold on to nylon and sit by raspberry moss to reflect on themselves.
Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
Wang Changling picking lotus songs
Lotus leaves and skirts are the same color, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
At Heron Bird Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Jiangnan (HanYueFu)
Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves, and fish play between them. Fish play lotus leaf east,
Fish hits the lotus leaf in the west, fish hits the lotus leaf in the south and fish hits the lotus leaf in the north.
In early spring, he became a member of the Ministry of Water Resources, Zhang and Han Yu.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Liu Biyu dressed up as a tree, with thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hanging down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.