From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Preface to Litchi (Bai Juyi)
Litchi is born between dams and gorges, and the trees are like curtains. Leaves like laurel and holly; Hua Ruju, Chun Rong; As real as Dan, it's hot in summer. Flowers are like grapes, seeds are like loquat, shells are like red silkworms, membranes are like purple silkworms, meat is like Bai Rubing snow, and pulp is as sweet as fermented cheese. Roughly the same, in fact, more than it. Leaving this branch, the color changed one day, the fragrance changed two days, and the taste changed three days. After four or five days, the color, fragrance and taste are gone.
In the summer of the fifteenth year of Yuanhe, the appointed workers of Nanbin Shoule drew a picture and wrote it, covering it as a cloud of ignorant knowledge that was getting worse every day.
Tube cutting wheat (Bai Juyi)
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
It's rustic to steam, and it's burning on your back.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.