1. I don’t hate that these flowers will fly away. I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate. When dawn comes and the rain passes, where are the traces? A pool of broken apples. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren. ——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhifu Yang Hua Ci"
Interpretation: I don't hate the poplars that are flying all over the place, but I hate that the ground in the West Garden is red and withered and difficult to be renovated. There was a storm in the morning, where to look for traces of Luo Hong? It turned into a pool of Cuiping early. If the spring beauty is divided into three parts, two parts will turn into dust, and one part will fall into the flowing water without a trace. If you look closely, they are not poplar flowers at all, but tears of sorrow and sadness.
2. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan Going Up to the Small Building"
Interpretation: Catkins flying like an illusory dream, and the drizzle falling like my sorrow. Look at the curtain decorated with jewels hanging casually on small silver hooks.
3. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao"
Interpretation: The lingering tenderness is as continuous as running water, the reunion is as illusive as the shadow of a dream, and I can't bear to look at it when we part. Queqiao Road. As long as the love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.
4. It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"
Interpretation: In the windy and rainy late spring in March, no matter how heavy the gate blocks the dusk scenery, it cannot retain the spirit of spring. With tears in her eyes, Luo Hua asked Luo Hua if she knew my thoughts. Luo Hua remained silent and flew out of the swing bit by bit in confusion.
5. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. ——Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Interpretation: The bright moonlight passed through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear the sound in the distance. The sound of cicadas. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are sounds of frogs croaking in my ears, as if they are discussing that this year will be a good year for a bumper harvest.