Die Lianhua
Song Su Shi
The flowers faded to red, green and apricot.
When the swallows fly, green water surrounds people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where in the world is there no fragrant grass?
The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall.
Peders outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile.
The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter, but the passionate one was annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Die Lian Hua
Song Liuyong
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the gloomy sky.
In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, it is speechless who would lean on the fence.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless.
I don’t regret it as my clothes get wider and wider, and I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Die Lianhua
Song Yanshu
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist orchid weeping dew, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains and rivers are.
Birth of Cha Zi? Yuan Eve
Ouyang Xiu of Song Dynasty
On Yuan night last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight.
The moon is above the willow branches, and people are meeting after dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are filled with tears.
Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City
Cui Hu
On this day last year, in this gate, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Yulin Ling
Liu Yong
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop.
Drinking in the Dumen tent without any thoughts, in the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urged her to leave, holding hands and looking into each other's tearful eyes, she was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival.
Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
It’s been years since then. It should be a false display of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them.
Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
To the west of Jia Pavilion in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, while new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.
Willow branches
Tang Bai Juyi
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk.
In the deserted garden at the south corner of Yongfeng, who does it belong to when no one belongs to it all day long?
Early spring in Nanhu
Tang Bai Juyi
The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.
The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.
The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed.
I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.
Jiang Nanchun
Tang Bai Juyi
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows to a golden color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street, and your eyes are full of spring sorrow.