Tang Dynasty: Yao He
Peach blossoms are scattered and peach branches are drooping.
In the silence and darkness, you are late.
Pay attention to this road, who will I go back to.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Peach blossoms fly around, and peaches hold down the branches. In the quiet under the greenwood tree, the hermit walked slowly. Watch where I'm going. Who will come after I'm gone?
2. Two autumn rains
Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
Yun Qi in Nanshan is full of gloomy clouds, and the curtain is cool and deep in early July.
Peach branches and tung leaves are old, and the wind and rain are worrying.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Nanshan cloud came and covered the whole yard, and the curtains began to cool in late July. Peach presses the branches, buttonwood leaves are old, and the wind and rain are endless.
3. Nine immortals
Ming Dynasty: Wang Bang.
Thousands of pleated blind octagonal towels, high sentiment and kindness do not know spring.
Hearts are ripe, red as fire, thrown to the world, thrown to the world.
Interpretation of vernacular:
I put an octagonal scarf under my skirt, and I don't know each other about spring with noble feelings. When peaches are ripe, they are as red as fire and thrown at the world and people in the world.
4. "Give Li Yu the third of four" Shi Yushi ""
Ming Dynasty: Dong Qichang
Zhu Lingtao is a thousand years old, and Chu is priceless.
It rained when the phoenix began to read, and the dzi beads could fly by stippling.
Interpretation of vernacular:
How can peaches grown in Zhu Ling live for thousands of years? Chu presented precious treasures three times. The phoenix flies high or writes flowers with tears, and the dragon needs the finishing touch to fly.
5. "grinding your head"
Modern: Zhao Xi
All the grass in the world is green, peaches are red, and flowers are in bloom.
In March, Dongfeng tried desperately not to let the swallows go home.
Interpretation of vernacular:
The herbs on the roadside are green all the way to the end of the world, and the peaches are as red as flowers. In March, the spring breeze gathers together until the swallows don't go home.