The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain.
From "One of Two Farewell Songs" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain.
There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away.
From "Eight-Liu Zi·Yiwei Pavilion" written by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty
Yiwei Pavilion. Hate is like a fragrant grass, which will survive even after being harvested. After thinking about the farewell to the green man outside the willow tree, I felt sad and secretly surprised when I parted with the red mantle by the water.
Wu Tuan Tian and Ping Ting. There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away. Perseveringly, the joy gradually followed the flowing water, the sound of the plain strings broke, the fragrance of the green silk diminished, and the flowers flew into the night, and the remaining rain covered the sky. Positive sales and condensation. The oriole crows a few more times.