1. "Outing"
Author: Wang Chong
The water in front of the mountains is tea, and the red makeup team returns from the outing.
The fragrance of clothes and flowers makes people drunk, and butterflies and bees rush towards them.
2. "Outing in the East Garden"
Author: Deng
The peony bushes are exposed and the air is heavy, and you can walk with the fragrant grass to find the secret.
The peach blossoms are smoky red, and the willow leaves are smoky green.
Where are the swallows busy in the fragrant mud, and where are the noisy birds in the clear threshold?
It's cold and the socks are weak, leaning against the green trees in the east wind.
3. "The Best Words for the Outing in February with Yunwa and the Return to Rain Banquet to Reach the Dawn"
Author: Cheng Jiasui
The guestland orchid is full of tranquility If you are fasting, it is better to live less and enjoy spring outings.
The clouds lead to the peach blossoms, and the sky sticks to the green grass.
Fireworks and beautiful flowers come in, and the landscape pavilion and the lonely bamboo are harmonious.
Drunk in love with the sound of rain and laughter, I don’t know why I blame the empty steps.
4. "Outing"
Author: Zhao Ruyi
Spring work is everywhere in the fields, and the gentle breeze moves the heart.
Click the green and noisy willow street, lift up the white drunken flowers.
5. "Outing"
Author: Wu Ke
Live in seclusion and be lazy for the rest of your life, and strength will prevail in the spring breeze.
Borrowing grass and making flowers will eventually lose their flavor, but looking for mountains and loving bamboos is still passionate.
6. "One of two poems to remember the local custom of sending children to see children for an outing at the beginning of the year"
Author: Su Che
The ice on the river has disappeared and the grass on the bank is green. Go on an outing on a three to five basis.
The pontoon bridge will be heavy without water, and the wild store will be crushed and damaged.
The cold flowers in the pine tree are beginning to break their calyxes, and the quiet birds in the valley are beginning to sing.
The dragon's eyes are moving in the spring at the cave gate, and the duck's tongue is growing in the Danchi inside.
There are poppies in bottles at the foot of the mountain, and hairpins gathered in the peaks with drums and music.
The shadow of a silk skirt and red mantle is lining the river, and the sound of a green-covered horse stepping on the stone.
Your heart is filled with excitement when you go to be the first in the morning, don’t just praise and then get drunk and follow the rules.
The most pitiful people are scattered in the quiet west, and the trees are bright in the setting sun.