Original: "Recalling Jiangnan" Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again? Translation: Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!
The Yellow Crane Tower, where a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven a long time ago, is now the only place left. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. The immortal of the past has flown by the Yellow Crane, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow crane never came back here. For thousands of years, only white clouds have been fluttering. The trees in Qingchuan Pavilion in Hanyang are clearly visible, as is Parrot Island with lush vegetation. I don't know where my hometown is at dusk Seeing the foggy waves on the river is even more worrying!
Original: "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" Under the green hills, we meandered and went boating in the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. The journey is beyond the green hills, sailing in front of the Qinghe River. The tide is high, and the water between the two banks is wide, so sail before the wind just hangs the sail high. The night hasn't faded, the rising sun has risen on the river in Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring. I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.
On a quiet night, the foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground had been frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
At the dawn of spring, I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. I slept until dawn in the spring night, and when I woke up, I only heard a bird singing outside the window. Looking back on last night, it seems that after a storm, colorful fallen flowers covered the courtyard. I don't know how many.