The sparse shadows of the ancient locust trees are thin, and the autumn sound of the fairy osmanthus moves. ——Poetry "Chang'an Night Moon" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The sparse shadows are slanting across the water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. ——Song Linbu's poem "Little Plum in the Mountain Garden" The green bamboos are green and the shadows are separated. ——Ming Lu Cai's "Pearl Notes·Reward Festival" ?
"Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"
Northern Song Dynasty. Lin Bu
All the flowers are falling and the beauty is alone , occupying the small garden with all its charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly is like a knowing soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need the sandalwood board to touch the golden statue.