Ancient poems about Guyu
Cao Ye's "Laoputang (a poem by Xue Neng)"
The melon field in Shaoping connects my house, and when Guyu dries, my hands Hoe yourself.
Yesterday the spring breeze blew me away, so I went to bed and read the remaining books.
Wang Zhenbai's "White Peony"
Grain rain washed the fiber and cut it into white peony. The strange fragrance opens the jade together, the light pink clay silver plate.
The dew and moisture are stored at dawn, and the moon is cold at night. The family puts on light makeup and leans against the red railing in silence.
Zhou Pu's "Sending an Envoy to Nanba Cui on the Way in Spring"
Travelers are enjoying their travels, and the spring atmosphere is harmonious again. Amidst the sound of frogs doing farm work, the green grass is audible on the return journey.
I am ashamed to be out of Grain Rain, but the wind has not warmed up yet. When Ziyu and Yu leave, there will be no end to their pity and hatred.
Qianlong's "Tea-Picking Song"
I didn't like tea-picking the day before yesterday, so I took the opportunity to offer it to the official manager; today I love tea-picking, and Wu people make a living diligently and naturally.
Yunqi is close to Bashan Road, which is not a place for officials to clear out. If there is nothing to do, they will go out to pick tea, and the men and women will do hard work.
The tender pods and new buds are carefully picked, and the Grain Rain is approaching in the Ming Dynasty; before the rain, prices are expensive after the rain, and the people's hardships are noticeable.
Sincerity is more valuable than hypocrisy. Alas, old and young go to their own time. We once had insufficient food and clothing, and the dragon and phoenix cakes are really tasteless.
Lin Hejing's "After Tasting Tea, I Send It to the Yue Monk Ling Jiao"
Two shots are fresh under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green grows fresh in the spring of the Grain Rain. Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan.
A master should have gold powder hanging in a vase, and I would cherish the golden flowers in the flesh. After scratching my head for a while, I would like to persuade Song Se to visit three times.
Zheng Banqiao's "Seven-Character Poetry"
It is sunny and peaceful, with no wind or rain, and the green bamboos are beautiful. What I love most is the arrival of guests in the cool evening, and a pot of new tea brewing usnea.
A few branches of new leaves are fluttering, and a few brushstrokes are streaked across the mountain. It happens to be the Qingming Festival and the Guyu Rain, so I sit down with a cup of fragrant tea.
Ancient poems about Guyu
"Grain Rain"
Poetry and Painting/Wu Lotus
The floating clouds and wealthy guests are heartbroken, and the hometown is full of purple peonies. .
There is no need to add national beauty to Grain Rain. There are already cuckoos in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Grain Rain"
(Contemporary) Wei Xin
The morning breeze is soft and the rain is soft, and the healthy magpie steps on the branches early.
Flowers and trees contain nectar, isn’t it a good season?
"Grain Rain" by Zuohe River
Frequent rain, frost, mild weather, willows, green tea, fragrant swallows flying.
The cuckoo crows and sows in the late spring, and there are many things to do with planting.
"Peony Picture"
Author: Tang Yin
In Guyu, the flower branches are called rat aunts, and the pictures are drawn by playing with Tongtong pipes.
How many Pingkang powders do you know? They can have the same color.
Xu Hun's "Send Off to the Southern Wei Ming Mansion"
The wine stall is full of sword singing, and the sun sets over the Guanhe River. Daozhi left the official position early, and his family was poor and there were many guests.
The mountains are dusk and the rain is coming, and the trees are falling in waves in the cave. Don't go far away for pleasure, for your hometown is deserted and full of flowers.