"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Spring Hope"
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.
"Seven Quatrains of Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
I am so annoyed by the flowers on the river that I have nowhere to tell but am mad.
Walking around to find a drinking companion from my neighbor in the south, I spend ten days drinking alone in an empty bed.
The dense flowers and stamens are afraid of the riverside, and walking in danger is really afraid of spring.
Poetry and wine are still enough to drive, and there is no need to cook the white-headed man.
The river is deep and the bamboos are quiet for two or three houses, and the busy red flowers reflect the white flowers.
To repay the spring sunshine, you should send good wine to your life.
Looking east, Shaocheng is full of flowers, and the tall buildings with hundreds of flowers are even more pitiful.
Who can open the golden cup with wine and summon the beautiful women to dance and embroider the banquet.
In front of Huangshi Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring scenery is lazy and leaning on the breeze.
The peach blossoms bloom in clusters without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red.
Huang Si’s parents’ house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
It’s not that you’re willing to die because you love flowers, but you’re just afraid that the flowers will run out and you’ll get old.
Many branches tend to fall off one after another, while young leaves bloom slowly.
"Nine Poems of Manxing"
Seeing that the guest is so sad that he cannot wake up, the rogue spring beauty comes to Jiangting.
As soon as I sent the flowers to bloom for further study, I felt that the orioles were talking too much.
The peaches and plums grown by hand are not without owners, and the wild old wall is low and it still feels like home.
Just like the spring breeze blowing away each other, blowing and breaking a few flowers at night.
We all know that the thatched house is extremely small, and the swallows on the river come frequently.
It stains the inside of the piano book with mud, and even catches flying insects that hit people.
February has broken through March, and spring can only come back a few times as we get older.
Don’t think that there are endless things outside of you, and there are only so many things you can do during your lifetime.
The heart-broken spring river is about to end, and the staff and quinoa slowly stand on Fangzhou.
The crazy catkins go with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms float with the water.
I am too lazy to leave the village, and my husband is hiding the firewood gate every day.
The green moss and turbid wine are quiet in the forest, and the clear water and spring breeze are faint in the wild.
The poplars on the path are covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green coins.
No one can see the young children on the bamboo shoots, and the chicks sleep next to their mothers on the sand.
The soft mulberry leaves in Shexi can be twisted, and the fine wheat on the riverside is multi-fiber.
Life is always full of spring and summer, and it is as sweet as honey if it is not fragrant.
The willow tree next door curls weakly, just like the waist of a fifteen-year-old girl.
Who said that the coming of the morning was careless? The strong wind broke the longest strip.
"Li Chun"
A hundred grasses compete with spring blossoms, Li Chun should be the winner.
Few beards and good color, but many branches left.
Peach and plum branches bloom one after another, and they can always be moved everywhere.
How can you value this so much, but you are afraid that someone will know about it.