Author: Du Fu
Original text:
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Chang' an wangchun
Author: Lu Lun
Original text:
The east wind blows, and the gentle spring rain sprinkles the green hills; Seen from the height of the hill, the buildings in Chang 'an City are layered.
Hometown is in a dream, when can I return; Winter went to spring, and in Laizhou, Jiangxi, several people returned to China.
Outside Chang 'an, the Ye Yuan River criss-crosses, extending beyond the clouds on the horizon, and inside Chang 'an, the palaces in the palaces are shrouded in a sunset.
Who knows that I am a scholar, born in troubled times, alone, white-haired, haggard, wandering in the desolate mountains.
spring scenery
Author: Yang Shizhen
Original text:
Mo Wenhua's hair has spots, and his heart is full of green hills.
Only uptown is on the threshold of danger, and Liu Yingchun has nothing to do in Ma Si.
spring scenery
Author: Lin Zi
Original text:
The sea mirror is long in spring, and the green suburbs were beautiful last year. Lin Guangxu Ji Xiao, the mountains are fine.
The sound of warm birds changes, and the wind blows fresh. Loose lapels and stones, the scenery is self-pity.