Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
Year: Song Dynasty
Author: Li Qingzhao
Works: Drunken Flower Songs
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Tasha Tour-Wu Wenying
Run the jade cage, Tan Ying leans on the fan. Embroidered rings are still greasy. Liu's heart is empty and her skirt is red, and Ai Zhi should suppress chaos. In Qianshan's afternoon dream, the window was covered by arrows. Scar new faded red silk wrist. People across the river are in the rain, and the evening breeze leaves autumn grievances.
Tasha Tour-Kou Zhun
Spring goes and spring comes, and the warbler is old. Hong Ying is the best in Chun Mei. The painting hall is quiet and rainy, and Pingshan is half covered with fragrance. The coincidence is heavy and the feelings are embarrassing. The dust in Ling Hua is full of careless photos. Leaning against the building is speechless, fascinating, dark and even fragrant.
Tasha shop
Yan Shu
The path is red and thin, fragrant and green, and the high platform is shaded. The spring breeze is not lifted, and it is foggy and chaotic.
The green leaves hide the warbler, the bamboo curtain separates the swallow, and the incense of the stove turns quietly. When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard.