Literal operator
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.
Word, Ding Fengbo
Cihuan Xisha
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
The orchid buds under the mountain are short-dipped in the stream,
The sand road between pine trees is clean and mud-free.
At dusk, the rain is whispering.
Who says life can't go back to adolescence?
The water in front of the door can also flow west!
Why can't a rooster crow with a white comb on his head?
Cihuan Xisha
Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers,
The car is ringing in the south and north of the village.
Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
The road is long and sleepy,
Japanese people are eager for tea,
So he knocked on a villager's door and asked, can I have a bowl of tea?
Cijiang chengzi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Ciwang Jiangnan
Spring is not old,
The wind is slanting.
Try to watch it on a separate stage,
Half a moat of spring water and a flower city,
Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After the cold meal,
Drunk and asking for advice.
Don't think about your old friends and your old country.
Try new tea with new fire,
Poetry and wine use time.
Limited ability, I hope it will help you.