Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Thirteen-and fourteen-year-old girls are graceful, just like buttercups in full bloom in February. The spring breeze on Shili Yangzhou Road is swaying, and the beauty in the bead curtain is not comparable to hers.
2, Man Fang Ting bleak clouds open.
Qin Guan in Song Dynasty
When the dawn clouds open, spring will follow people's wishes and showers will clear up. The ancient pavilion, the swallow flying rainbow shadow. The dance is trapped and the money falls, swinging outside, and the green water bridge is flat. In the east wind, bamboo doors reflect willows, and Qin Zheng Jr. depresses.
Affectionate, happy, perfect, jade is red. The wine is getting empty and the flowers are sleepy. Cardamom has an old grudge, but once in ten years, it's a dream. After a long time, the smoke is getting thinner and thinner, and I am lonely in the city.
At dawn, the clouds cleared, the beautiful spring scenery followed people's wishes, and it cleared up after the shower. Ancient pavilions, beautiful waterside pavilions, swallows wearing flowers, stepping on pieces of red English.
Angela Yu Chien son seems to be dancing in a trance, naturally falling slowly. Outside the courtyard wall where the swing swings, the green water is rising and the small bridge is flat. In the warm spring breeze, the bamboo doors are shaded by willows, and the music of Qin Zheng Jr. is played in a low voice.
Recalling the past, many lovers invited a parade at that time. She rode a fragrant car, with a jade umbrella cover and a jade headdress, and I rode a beautiful horse, holding a beautiful reins and decorating a few red tassels. The wine in the golden cup is gradually empty, and Flower Beauty is tired of Peng Ying Wonderland.
It's amazing that the girl who was in her prime didn't hate her, but left her love to me in the past. She didn't have a big dream for ten years. Leaning against the railing for a long time, I saw that the smoke was sparse and the sunset was dim. I sank into Yangzhou City alone.
3. Shaxiangshu in Huanxi smiled shyly.
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
Ytterbium smiled shyly, her waist warmed each other like a drunk, and Changchun was trapped under the balcony.
According to the water, temples, shoes on the railing, lazy to come back.
Sweet face and sense of shame disappear in the smile, waist swaying like wicker, close to each other. In spring, the days are too long and I feel tired. I walk down the stairs.
She uses water as a mirror to fix her temples and make up. Remembering that parting was just around the corner, I leaned against the railing. Not in the mood, taking off embroidered shoes, flirting, too lazy to come back.
4. picking lotus songs
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in lotus.
Every lang wants to bow his head and laugh, and Biyu scratches his head and falls into the water.
The rhombic leaves float with the water waves, and the lotus leaves sway with the wind; Deep in the lotus, the lotus picking boat flies briskly. The girl who picked the lotus met her sweetheart and wanted to talk to him, but she bowed her head and smiled shyly, but she didn't want her Hosta to fall into the water.
5. Touch your lips and swing.
Song Qingzhao
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Suddenly, a guest came. She was desperate. She walked away without shoes, only wearing socks, and even the gold pin on her head fell off. And ashamed to go. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Get up after swinging, too lazy to rub your delicate hands. By her side, crystal dew hung on the thin flower branches, and the sweat on her body permeated with thin clothes.
Suddenly, a guest came in. She is too scared to wear shoes. She just walked away in her socks, and even Jin Chai slipped off her head. She ran away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, smelling the flowers of her childhood.