1, chant willow.
Tang Dynasty: He.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
2. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
3, picking lotus songs.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling.
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
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.
4. Plum blossoms.
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
5, the title chrysanthemum.
Tang Dynasty: Huang Chao.
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
6. Inscribe an inscription on an orchid.
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie.
Orchids grow on the top of rocks, and their fragrance floats among rocks, emitting beautiful flowers in prominent rocks and cracks between rocks.
It's not that the clouds are rolling under our feet, but that orchids don't want to ignore them, and they don't know when they will come or when they will leave.
7. Mo Mei.
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian.
The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.
Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun. (first edition)
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. (second edition)
8. hiking.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu.
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
9. Koike.
Song (Yang Wanli).
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle.
The shade of trees shines on the water and likes sunshine and softness.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corners.
Dragonflies have long stood on it.