Original text:
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.
Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.
2, "Moonlight Remembering Brothers" Tang Du Fu
Original text:
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Garrison the drums upstairs to break pedestrians, and the lonely geese sing in autumn night. Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. Although there are brothers, they are all separated, and it is impossible to find out about them. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and frequent wars have never stopped.
3, "Xue Mei No.1" Song-Lu Meipo
Original text:
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up. It is difficult for literati to comment, so they have to stop writing and think. Plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms. ?
4. "Two Farewells"? Don Dumu
Original text:
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Getting together seems to be painting, but it is ruthless; I just feel that the wine has to smile and keep silent.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Good posture, light manners, only thirteen years old, just like buttercup in early February. I can't compare with the little beauty in Shili Long Street in Yangzhou City who rolled up the bead curtain to sell makeup. I finally got together, but I was heartless; I just think we should laugh at the banquet and keep quiet. The table candle is thoughtful, but you still have to say goodbye; Look, it shed tears for us until dawn.
5. "11Two storms on April 4th"? Song road trip
Original text:
It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves.
The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
The sky is dark, the wind is rolling the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the heavy rain on the surrounding mountains is like the sound of huge waves rolling. The small fire burning in the stream and the felt wrapped around me are very warm, so neither the cat nor I want to go out.
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country.
As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.