Author: Ouyang Xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Lou Yuchun Zun Qian intends to return to China.
Author: Ouyang Xiu
I mean, I'll come back before I respect you. It's hard to swallow before spring. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Keep this song, don't renovate it. A song can teach intestinal knots. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
Sheng cha zi yuan Xi
Author: Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Walking in Tasha, waiting for Meican in the pavilion.
Author: Ouyang Xiu
When the museum is destroyed, the bridge is thin. The grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart ached, and my eyes were full of tears. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.