Poetry about fear.

Spring rafting

Author: Lu You

Children don't laugh, they are all old people, and the lake and the sea are rejuvenated.

A thunderous, earth-shattering, earth-shaking Hong Jun.

The scales and streams are colored, and the willows shake the dust.

I wanted to go to Lanting, but I went back to the dinner table. I am finally ashamed of the Muslim laughter.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Author: Xiao Hanjie

The troubles of spring come and go. It seems that people are drunk and it is difficult to wake up.

Misty rain is wet and dry. Apricot blossoms shock the cold.

Spit and knock on the pot. Never call anyone.

I owe you more clothes tonight. Does that man know?

Qin Louyue/Yi Qine

Author: Fan Chengda

Gather. Light ray was slightly startled at first.

The first shock. Storks and pigeons are angry, and the wind is urgent.

The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet.

Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.

Guantianjia

Author: Wei

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is no overnight storage in the granary, and the corvee is still there.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Map of Qingxi Song Yin

Author: Tang Yin

Chang Song is one hundred feet in the shadow of Qingxi, and the potential between reflected waves becomes lower.

Just like the spring thunder has not been awakened, the corner of the faucet is temporarily muddy.