Watch the sunrise in Jinshan
Lu you
Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning.
The river is wide when the sun breaks water.
Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.
Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends.
The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon.
When Luofu came, the sea was rough and the night didn't stop.
Rising sun
Wang Changling
At the beginning of the day, the golden boudoir is clean and the bed is warm first.
Oblique light enters the screen, slightly pro-filament tube.
Clouds can't be combed, and flowers are fuller.
Chu Rizhao fenglou
Li Yuzhong
Chaoyang Smoke Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence.
Broken chardonnay was born in jun, and the pavilion is beautiful.
The color of the line is even the threshold of Zhu, and the brightness is sparse.
In the winding morning scene, the morning in Guang Xiao was put out.
The fairy mountain is near, and Xuanfeng is at home.
As the Empress Dowager said, I traveled in a five-cloud car.
Chu Rizhao Huaqing Palace
Chaisu
At the beginning of Lingshan, you can see the palace from a distance.
The shadows are uneven and the light is dimly discernible.
Fresh harvest is soaring in the evening, and the atmosphere is full of clear Wan Li.
Lin Run Hot Springs have settled in, and the building is deep and the road is accessible.
The name of the poem is swaying, and the beads compose the bright moon suddenly.
When the harvest is lucky, she looks forward to it.
Noon:
Minnong
Li Shen
When weeding is at noon,
Sweat dripped on the ground.
Who knows Chinese food,
Every single grain is the fruit of hard work.
Dusk:
Heartbroken in spring
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
join the army
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
Give one of two songs on behalf of others.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Yamagata Xiaomei
All fragrant people shake off their brilliance and occupy all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Bu operator
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
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.
Night:
Spend the night on Jiande River.
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Melancholy Qiu Si
Liu Yuxi
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
2. Sentences describing morning, noon, evening and night
In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.
In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light came in through the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and took a gentle bath in the morning light. Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning. After beginning of winter, the weather became cold. With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have lost a lot of weight, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if to say goodbye to yesterday. Everywhere in the depression, everywhere in the yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.
noon
It's sunny at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon.
Noon: Police officer Otchumelov wears a new military coat and carries a small bag across the market square. He was followed by a policeman.
Tea, with brown-red hair and thick Luo, is full of confiscated gooseberry. The air was silent.
Quiet. ..... There is not even a figure in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God.
The world is like a hungry mouth. There is not even a begging bow near the store door.
In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, the birds don't crow, the cows don't move, the valley is dead silent/the heat at noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, the scorching sun is on the head, weeds sleep in the heat, and no one dares to walk in the sun/at noon in this summer, the mirror-like water surface reflects strong sunlight, and the willows and poplars on the shore throw them into the river.
winter jasmine
The midday sun shines vertically. The Huanglei River is sparkling, the clear water surface shines like carp, and the water vapor floats to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roof of the village bathed in the warm sunshine in spring gives off a dry and burnt smell. The cool steam regulates the smell of dry coke, which makes people comfortable.
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Rickshaw Boy
Evening: Summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.
The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and scattered into the sky. ...
The sunset is like blood, and the sun is shining all over the sky.
I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, with a faint orange red color; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.
The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ...
The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which fascinates me!
The night is getting darker, and the sunset finally can't stand the temper of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and youth never comes again!
The night darkened. I don't know when the budding meniscus has quietly hung in the sky. When the light is on, the neon lights are flashing. The corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people. Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home.
At this point, the streets are gradually full of people and traffic. The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. Bypassing the noise, I set foot on the path. There are soft weeping willows here; There is a faint scent of grass here, a thick cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze. ...
3. The ancient poems describing the morning and evening are as follows: Birds singing in the stream (Wang Wei) people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. When the moon rises, the birds are frightened. They sing in the spring stream. Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, the storm, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and I don't know how many flowers were broken (Du Fu) when the rainy season came. They sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild path is dark and the rivers are clear. Jinguancheng flowers are heavy. Chunxing (Wu) Liu Yin is raining, and the residual flowers are all gone to see the warbler. The spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight and brought it to Los Angeles. Morning description: A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple is often built in the pure morning, near the old temple, where the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. Shangshan left early, Wen began to collect taxes early in the morning, and the guests all went back to their hometown to express their condolences.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. Fan Chengda, under the bamboo in the morning, finished the morning makeup, and talked wearily across the saddle.
The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap. When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.
Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking. The morning breeze in the Book of Songs [1] is the morning breeze, which is gloomy in the northern forest.
If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! There are six refutations on the mountain.
If you don't see a gentleman, you will be happy when you are worried. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! There are buds in the mountains and trees in the mountains [2].
I'm so worried about not meeting a gentleman. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! The First Town Army joined the army through Qu 'a, and as an envoy of Tao Yuanming when he was young, he entrusted Qin Shu.
Being complacent by Brown is often illusory. When the time comes, I will pick you up, and I will rest on the avenue.
I decided to wear a dressing gown, and I was temporarily separated from the garden. When I am alone, I miss you.
I can't walk far. I climbed thousands of miles. My eyes are tired and my mind is full of mountains and rivers.
Look at the clouds and shame the birds, but swim in the water. I really wanted to at first, but who was caught?
Chat, move, and finally go back to work. The ninth aspect of drinking is that Tao Yuanming smells knocking at the door in the morning and turns his back on himself.
Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. I am far-sighted and doubt that I will keep pace with the times.
"Under the thatched eaves, the heights are cold. I have been in Shang Tong all my life, and I hope you will be confused. "
I was impressed by my father's words, and I was very angry. You can learn honestly, but you are not fascinated! And * * * Huan this drink, I dare not drive back.
-the soft strips are full of vigor, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.
The bright moon rises from the cliff, and the light flow is dull. Put it on the porch facing the vestibule, and the morning geese are flying.
Kochi lives everywhere, but he guards an empty hall. Strong teeth do not live forever, and they are often generous at the end of the year.
-gather on the stage of Junyao and dance for two years before.
This morning is beautiful in itself, so avoid sunny days. On a sunny day, the Peach and Plum Festival is beautiful.
-Baijin did not die in the city, and the status of the Ming Dynasty was high.
Beijing Twelve Roads, Fei Kun in different scales. Officials are flowers and tourists are light.
The stars are not in the morning, but the porch has arrived. Guests flock to the pommel horse.
The cold and summer are temporary, and the spring is prosperous and charming. Junping is lonely, and his life experience is abandoned.
In the early morning, everything is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures.
The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.
In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light came in through the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and took a gentle bath in the morning light. Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color.
What a beautiful summer morning. After beginning of winter, the weather became cold.
With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have lost a lot of weight, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if to say goodbye to yesterday.
Everywhere in the depression, everywhere in the yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy. At noon, the sun is shining, the sun is like fire, and the sun is like fire. At noon, police officer Otchumelov wore a new military coat and walked across the market square with a small bag in his hand.
He was followed by a policeman with reddish-brown hair and a thick Rory stuffed with confiscated gooseberries. The air was silent.
..... There is not even a figure in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God, like hungry mouths.
There is not even a begging bow near the store door. In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, the birds don't crow, the cows don't move, the valley is dead silent/the heat at noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, the scorching sun is on the head, weeds sleep in the heat, and no one dares to walk in the sun/at noon in this summer, the mirror-like water surface reflects strong sunlight, and the willows and poplars on the shore throw them into the river.
The Huanglei River is sparkling, the clear water surface shines like carp, and the water vapor floats to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roof of the village bathed in the warm sunshine in spring gives off a dry and burnt smell.
The cool steam regulates the smell of dry coke, which makes people comfortable. -"Camel Xiangzi" Evening: The summer evening is warm and beautiful.
Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant. The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, like white cotton wool.
The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and scattered into the sky ... The sunset is like blood and the sun is shining all over the sky.
I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, a faint orange red; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.
The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain.
The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit.
Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ... The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which makes me intoxicated and obsessed! The night is getting darker, and the sunset finally can't stand the temper of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light.
Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan.
Daytime replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age.
Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and youth never comes again! The night darkened. I don't know when the budding meniscus has quietly hung in the sky.
When the light is on, the neon lights are flashing. The corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people.
Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home. At this point, the streets are gradually full of people and traffic.
The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. Bypassing the noise, I set foot on the path.
There are soft weeping willows here; There is a faint scent of grass here, a strong scent of cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze.
5. The ancient poems describing the morning and evening are as follows: Birds singing in the stream (Wang Wei) people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. When the moon rises, the birds are frightened. They sing in the spring stream. Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, the storm, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and I don't know how many flowers were broken (Du Fu) when the rainy season came. They sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild path is dark and the rivers are clear. Jinguancheng flowers are heavy. Chunxing (Wu) Liu Yin is raining, and the residual flowers are all gone to see the warbler. The spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight and brought it to Los Angeles. Morning description: A Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple is often built in the pure morning, near the old temple, where the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. Shangshan left early, Wen began to collect taxes early in the morning, and the guests all went back to their hometown to express their condolences.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. Fan Chengda, under the bamboo in the morning, finished the morning makeup, and talked wearily across the saddle.
The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap. When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.
Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking. The morning breeze in the Book of Songs [1] is the morning breeze, which is gloomy in the northern forest.
If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! There are six refutations on the mountain.
If you don't see a gentleman, you will be happy when you are worried. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! There are buds in the mountains and trees in the mountains [2].
I'm so worried about not meeting a gentleman. How come? How come? Forget me a lot! The First Town Army joined the army through Qu 'a, and as an envoy of Tao Yuanming when he was young, he entrusted Qin Shu.
Being complacent by Brown is often illusory. When the time comes, I will pick you up, and I will rest on the avenue.
I decided to wear a dressing gown, and I was temporarily separated from the garden. When I am alone, I miss you.
I can't walk far. I climbed thousands of miles. My eyes are tired and my mind is full of mountains and rivers.
Look at the clouds and shame the birds, but swim in the water. I really wanted to at first, but who was caught?
Chat, move, and finally go back to work. The ninth aspect of drinking is that Tao Yuanming smells knocking at the door in the morning and turns his back on himself.
Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. I am far-sighted and doubt that I will keep pace with the times.
"Under the thatched eaves, the heights are cold. I have been in Shang Tong all my life, and I hope you will be confused. "
I was impressed by my father's words, and I was very angry. You can learn honestly, but you are not fascinated! And * * * Huan this drink, I dare not drive back.
-the soft strips are full of vigor, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.
The bright moon rises from the cliff, and the light flow is dull. Put it on the porch facing the vestibule, and the morning geese are flying.
Kochi lives everywhere, but he guards an empty hall. Strong teeth do not live forever, and they are often generous at the end of the year.
-gather on the stage of Junyao and dance for two years before.
This morning is beautiful in itself, so avoid sunny days. On a sunny day, the Peach and Plum Festival is beautiful.
-Baijin did not die in the city, and the status of the Ming Dynasty was high.
Beijing Twelve Roads, Fei Kun in different scales. Officials are flowers and tourists are light.
The stars are not in the morning, but the porch has arrived. Guests flock to the pommel horse.
The cold and summer are temporary, and the spring is prosperous and charming. Junping is lonely, and his life experience is abandoned.
6. Poems describing dusk: 1, like a dream, thin moon, dusk courtyard.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
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In the courtyard at dusk, the bright moon is in the sky, and their love stories are constantly decreasing. Now, future lovers have known each other for a long time. I wonder if that person's heart is true? Still pretending? Old grievances and new love, old feelings and new grievances are intertwined, unclear and confusing. Who can see my sad thoughts, sleepless nights, red tears on my face and letters soaked in coral pillows?
2. At dusk, Yu Mei is listening to Chengtoujiao again.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
At dusk, listening to the corner of the city head again, I was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance.
Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know.
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At dusk, I heard the horn from Chengtou again. I can hardly sit up when I am sick, and I am in a bad mood. As soon as the medicine is boiled, the lamp and candle will emit a blue flame, and the burning incense will emit half a wisp of smoke, which will arouse infinite sadness.
Affectionate people have been sick since ancient times. I looked in the mirror and lamented my haggard face. Read one of your "words between your fingers" and tears will fall down at once. Please don't tell you that I miss you when I am sick.
3. Jiang Shenzi, it is still raining at dusk.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ancient preface: Xue Huai, ambassador Zhu Kangshu, and I know what the ambassador thinks of me, so I wrote Jiang Shenzi to send it.
It's still raining at night. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves. The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard.
Let your guests get drunk and tired. Crystal salt, sweet for whom? Holding plum blossoms, looking east at Tao Qian. Snow is like an old friend and people are like snow. Although cute, some people think it is.
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Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard.
You may be enjoying a feast. Who is this crystal clear snow for? I looked east with plum blossom in my hand, thinking about Tao Qian. Snow is like an old friend, and old friends are like snow. Although cute, I am afraid of being "suspected".
4. How deep are the flowers and the courtyard?
Song Dynasty: 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.
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The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai.
Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.
5, raw tea Yuan Xi
Song Dynasty: 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. (Tears Wet: A Work: Full)
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Last year, the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, the lights in the flower market were as bright as during the day.
The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk.
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I never saw my old friend last year again, and tears soaked her clothes unconsciously.