Hu's "South Village of the Capital" was published at this gate today last year. Peach blossoms set each other off in red. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Stone "Spring Night" Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the full moon is spent. The sound of the balcony is thin, and the night in the swing yard is heavy.
Southern Song Dynasty Lu You "Chai Feng Red Crisp Hands? Red crisp hands, yellow wine, and the wall of the erotic palace is full of willows. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Tang Du Fu's "Two Poems" has beautiful mountains and rivers, fragrant flowers and plants in the spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
Song Luyou's "Spring Rain in Lin 'an" is as thin as a yarn after years. Who makes the rider in Jinghua? Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain all night. Deep alleys sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Short paper and idle grass, Clear the window and play tea with fine milk. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Last winter, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.
Spring nights, even for a short time, are very precious. The flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the moonlight casts a dim shadow under the flowers. Deep in the balcony, rich people are still singing and dancing, and gentle songs and wind music are scattered in the intoxicating night from time to time. The night is already deep, and the yard with swings is quiet.
Red crisp greasy hands, holding a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. No, no, no! The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Mo, Mo, Mo!
The mountains and rivers are bathed in spring, so beautiful, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and couples of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm beach.
In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning. Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.