Interpretation: The river winds around the flowery vilen, and the moonlight shines like fine snow beads on the trees full of flowers.
2, this night by the river, with flowers and spring. -Zhang Tang Zi Rong's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Interpretation: The bright moon is reflected in the river. As the sparkling river gently shakes, the passing time is as short as a hundred flowers in spring.
3, the moonlight is intoxicating, and the mountains are blooming. -Tang Li Bai "Send Wei Nanling Ice, visit it on a whim in yujiang county County, and meet Yan Shangshu with this gift. "
Interpretation: Moonlight can fascinate me as a traveler, and mountain flowers seem to be burning in full bloom.
4, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand dollars, and the full moon is spent. -Su Song Shi "Spring Night"
Interpretation: Spring night, even for a short time, is very precious. The flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the moonlight casts a dim shadow under the flowers.
5. The sun is full of flowers and smoke, the moon is very white, and people are sad and sleepless. -Tang Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"
Interpretation: The sunset is hazy, the stamens are shrouded in light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
6, not necessarily Su E regrets, jade toad cold osmanthus solitary. -Song Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon
Interpretation: Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I miss Chanjuan in the moon palace, and now I feel sorry. After all, only Leng Yue and lonely osmanthus trees accompany her.
7. I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Tang Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone
Interpretation: put a pot of good wine in the flower room, and know each other and drink alone. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people.
8, hidden in hand, full of clothes. -Don Yu Liang's Spring Mountain jathyapple
Interpretation: Hold up the spring water in Ming Che, and the spring water shines on the moon, as if the moon is in your own hands; Playing with mountain flowers, the fragrance overflows the skirt.
9. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. -Juniper Ray "Cold Night"
Interpretation: There is a bright moonlight in front of the window, which is no different from usual, except that there are several plum blossoms in front of the window under the moonlight, and the fragrance is fragrant. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.
10, the flowers lean on the bar and look brilliant. I once asked for a reunion night with wine in the month. -Bird famous mountain "Pu Tian Le Yong Shi"
Interpretation: Look at the blooming flowers according to the railing, raise a glass and ask why the moon is so reunited.
2. Every poem with snow and flowers has a stroke.
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
8. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
10. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)
Flowers in poetry
1. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time when I have a holiday in the mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
6. A secluded place with a bamboo path, branches and flowers leads to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
7. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
8. There is nothing to do. It's like knowing Yan. (Yan Shu:
3. Describe Kazuki Watanabe musician's poem "Looking at Jiangnan, How Much Hate"
Date: Tang Author: Li Yu
How much hate, in my dream last night.
Just like swimming in the garden in the past,
Cars run like water, Ma Rulong.
Flowers and the moon are spring breeze.
Partridges in the sky, hand twisting incense notes to remember xiaolian.
Year: Song Author: Yan
Twist incense paper by hand to remember filial piety,
Who wants to inherit?
Come back at night and lie alone,
Meet in my dream as drunk as a fiddler.
Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to round,
Only flowers and the moon should be like a happy fate.
Qin Zheng is in a good mood.
Try to write off the notes and enter the old strings.
Huanxisha
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Bright lights, flowers and moons like frost. The thin curtains reflect the light of the moon. After drinking the wine, it smells like red powder.
After dancing with both hands, I dragged my sleeves and sang a golden song. Don't look back and break your heart.
Partridge days, touching the incense notes and remembering filial piety.
Year: Song Author: Yan
Pick a fragrant note and remember filial piety. Who wants to inherit? I came back to lie alone at night and met as drunk as a fiddler in my dream. Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to round. Only flowers and the moon should be like a happy fate. Qin Zheng was in a good mood, and tried to write the slave sound into an old string.
Qing ping le yun feng xiu die
Year: Song Author: Mao Gu
Yun Feng Xiu Die. Smooth leaves cooled by dew. Miluo flowers on the north shore make snow. The Du Xiang Bridge sparkles in the moonlight. Step on the moon to find flowers with you. Jade people hold clouds in their hands. Suck the flowers in the toast, and the fairy wind will be sent home.
Huanxisha
Year: Song Author: Ge
Unfortunately, it floats in the wind. You must light candles to enjoy the beautiful scenery. There are no demons in the world. Wealth and beauty will be in the spring palace, and prosperity will be in the fragrant dynasty. Nan Chuang should be drunk Tao Tao.
Qing ping le yun feng xiu die
Year: Song Author: Mao Gu
Yun Feng Xiu Die. Smooth leaves cooled by dew. Miluo flowers on the north shore make snow. The Du Xiang Bridge sparkles in the moonlight. Step on the moon to find flowers with you. Jade people hold clouds in their hands. Suck the flowers in the toast, and the fairy wind will be sent home.
4. What poems describe "Flower Moon"? 1. "Bodhisattva Man, Huang Rui Wuliang Mountain"
Year: Tang Author: Wen
When the mountain is the forehead, the Huang Rui is infinite.
The makeup is hidden and the screen window is separated.
When I met peony,
Don't leave yet.
Cuichai gold stock,
Butterflies dance on hairpins.
Who knows what she's thinking,
The moon is full of flowers.
2. Huanxisha
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
Bright lights, flowers and moons like frost. The thin curtains reflect the light of the moon. After drinking the wine, it smells like red powder.
After dancing with both hands, I dragged my sleeves and sang a golden song. Don't look back and break your heart.
3. "Spring Banquet for Pei Zizhou"
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
90-year-old is really immortal, and 60-year-old is still healthy and compassionate.
This year, I met Yinghuayue, and this night I had a feast with songs and wine.
Four chorus of silk and bamboo, two fights.
I have no intention of staying with you until dawn. I want to be a teenager earlier than you.
4. "A prostitute named Jin Lingzi, claiming to be Lu Liuer"
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Southern Xinfeng wine.
Song of Little Prostitute in Dongshan
Not satisfied with Jun Jun.
What's there to worry about?
5. "Dinner at night, using the word"
Year: Tang Author: Zhang Wei
Beidou returns to the year, and the East Garden is worth early spring. Bamboo wind can sober up, and flowers and moons can help people stay.
Tao, Cheng Zai, and Zheng Zizhen, Shan Jia. I'm a fellow villager in my life. I meet you every day.
5. Who can help me find poems about flowers and the moon and famous sayings about adversity and faith? The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. —— Li Bai Guan Shanyue The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" The moon has now crossed the sea, and the end of the world is * * *.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far", he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! . -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and its luster is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night under the Moon" On the night of August 15 the year before last, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" The atrium is a crow in Bai Shu, and the osmanthus in Coody Leng is silent and wet.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" has turned to the court for ten rounds, and this evening is a lonely corner. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
-Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know what year it is in the imperial palace in the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine, which is difficult to complete in ancient times.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs" The bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the more grass is exposed. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.
Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival Seeing the Moon" is full of cold clouds, and silver and Han silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi is poor in the autumn and the moon, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong is a mussel.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. -Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival: Climbing the Tower and Looking at the Moon; Go to the west wing, afraid of the weather, Yun Zheyue.
But when you call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... If you make a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance. -Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong" waits for the bright moon to raise a glass, and the fragrance disappears.
Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. -Wen Tianxiang's "Return to Dong Mid-Autumn Festival, Please Give a Banquet" berthed at the west of the city at dusk, and sailed the long bridge to see the full moon.
Gradually, I walked to the distant smoke grass, and suddenly I fell in front of the eaves next to Gaoting. -Xu Wei's "Fifteen Nights Arriving in Jianning" traveled to Qiu Guang and was fragrant everywhere.
The moon is bright and full, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is urgent and the sails are light. -Zhang Huangyan Mid-Autumn Boat Festival, a pot of wine from the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
-Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" The bright moon hangs high in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
-Li Bai's "Guan Shanyue" The moon, at this time, is full of sea and the end of the world is * * *. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the full moon and thinking about a distance", the twilight clouds are cold, and Han Yin silently turns to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon (full moon) is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and everything is red and full of treasures.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. -Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival The moon hangs in the autumn sky, and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. -Meng Haoran's Autumn Night Under the Moon The atrium is a crow in Bai Shu, and Coody Leng is a silent and moist osmanthus.
Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" hurried to the West Wing, fearing that Yun Zheyue would be released. But when you call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... If you make a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance.
-Man Jiang Hong 1 by Xin Qiji. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu Gui") 2. Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.
(Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion) 3. People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Flow) 4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.
(Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun) 5. Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow waters of Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing") 6. The scattered plum blossoms were waxed, and the old garden went home for the New Year.
(Li Pin's "Hukou Farewell to Friends") 7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 8. In April, the south wind turns yellow, and the jujube flowers don't fall into the shade.
(Li Wei, A Farewell to My Friend Chen) 9. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) 10. Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and catkin pond has a faint wind.
(Yan Shu's Morality) 1 1. On the way to Linping Mountain in May, countless lotus flowers bloomed in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's Linping Road) 12. Thousands of miles of rice and flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of the five-year-old tung should have a good sound.
(Once upon a time, in Su Daoshu, it rained heavily for three days since July 25th, autumn seedlings and Su Zuo) 13. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinite, and the colors of lotus flowers are different. (Yang Wanli's See Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple) 14. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
(Lu You's Spring Rain Begins in Lin 'an) 15. No one saw plum blossoms and bamboo, and they blew incense on the stone bridge all night. (Jiang Baishi, From Stone to Lake and Creek, Except Night) 16. There are reeds all over the ground. I'm old, too. Whoever flies home will fly.
(Jinling Post in Wen Tianxiang) 17. & gt "Thousands of miles of warblers crow green and reflect red" 18. & gt "When you look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy" 19. On the Double Ninth Festival, chrysanthemum time, I came again. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old People's Village" 20 flowers are getting fascinated, and shallow grass can't have the sound of hooves. Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour in Qiantang" is covered with a west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"). Xiao He is only exposed to sharp corners, and there are dragonflies on the top, creating a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisure ● Climbers who aim at the peak will not be intoxicated by a certain footprint along the way.
● The waves are a farewell journey of a ship that breaks the waves and is the funeral of a canoe that goes with the flow. Mountain roads don't crawl under people's feet like smooth roads.
● Only those who are brave enough to forge ahead can appreciate the wonder of Heyuan. If both feet of the compass are moving, you will never draw a circle.
If you want to climb the peak, don't use the rainbow as a ladder. ● How to keep pace? Leave footprints.
No matter how steep the mountain is, it will always leave a climbing path for those who are not afraid of difficulties. ● People who let the life cycle cycle can't be half a step ahead.
● As long as you can harvest sweetness, there will be busy bees among thorns. ● Aggressive and hardworking. Martyrs belong to the song of struggle and hope.
Life can be sweet or bitter, but it can't be.
6. What poems describe "Flower Moon" 1? "Bodhisattva Man, Infinite Shoushan forehead" Time: Tang Author: Wen Infinite Shoushan forehead, makeup hidden and smiling screen separated.
When I met peony, I came and left temporarily. Cui Chai shares gold, and Chai dances with butterflies.
Who knows what I am thinking? The moon is full of flowers. 2. "Huanxisha" era: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu lights shining like frost.
The thin curtains reflect the light of the moon. After drinking the wine, it smells like red powder.
After dancing with both hands, I dragged my sleeves and sang a golden song. Don't look back and break your heart.
3. "Spring Banquet for Pei Zizhou" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi became immortal at the age of 90, and his health at the age of 60 was pitiful. This year, I met Yinghuayue, and this night I had a feast with songs and wine.
Four chorus of silk and bamboo, two fights. I have no intention of staying with you until dawn. I want to be a teenager earlier than you.
4. "A prostitute, Jinling Zi, Liu Er" Time: Tang Author: Li Bai Nanguo Xinfeng Wine Industry. Song of Little Prostitute in Dongshan
If you are unhappy with Jun Jun, what is there to worry about?
5. "Night Banquet with People" Time: Tang Author: Zhang said that Beidou returned to the Spring Festival, and the East Garden was worth early spring. Bamboo wind can sober up, and flowers and moons can help people stay.
Tao, Cheng Zai, and Zheng Zizhen, Shan Jia. I've been a fellow villager all my life, and I meet you every day.
7. There are many poems about the moonlit night on the riverside. I often pick up the wine and drink alone.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about guitar. ..
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Pipa player's song
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
Slowly twist and pick again, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
There is a quiet boat in the east and a quiet boat in the west, but see the new autumn moon in the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. The humidity near Cannes is very low, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
8. Ancient poems about spring and autumn flowers, moonlight, night wind, mountains and rivers and spring: peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet on the riverside. Reed buds are very short on the ground, which is when the puffer fish wants to go up.
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Autumn: Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Flowers: Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
A tree with cold plum and white jade belt is near the village road and creek bridge. I don't know if it started spraying soon, but I suspect it hasn't disappeared after the winter snow.
Month: the bright moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and several are sad. Several couples are together, and several couples are wandering outside.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Night: Lonely village doesn't feel sorry for itself, but also wants to protect the country and defend the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy.
Wind: Old trees shade the short awning, and sticks help me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Mountain: Seen from the side of the mountain, it becomes a peak with different heights. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Water: thatched eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.