The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler.
Last night, the spring breeze blew away my sweet dream of homesickness. In my dream, I chased the spring breeze back to my hometown.
On a drizzly day in early spring, the color of willows has changed from light yellow and green in early spring to lush. After a drizzle bath, the color of the willow has become deeper, and the residual flowers on the branches have fallen in the rain, revealing the warblers singing on the branches. Last night, the spring breeze blew up the dream of homesickness. In my dream, I caught up with the spring breeze and flew back to my hometown.
2. The Color Book Complaint is a five-character poem written by Shangguan Waner, a talented woman in the Tang Dynasty.
At the beginning of the Dongting under the fallen leaves, I missed Wan Li.
The dew is fragrant and cold, and the moon is empty.
I want to play Jiangnan music, and I am greedy for giving books to the north.
There is no other meaning in the book, but I have been away from home for a long time.
The time to get together is always short, and the time to expect is always long. Autumn is coming again, the red leaves of the river float to Dongting Lake, but you are thousands of miles away. Autumn night is long, lovesickness is longer; Only the cold dew brings desolation, and only the moon is my companion.
I really want to play a cheerful Jiangnan lotus picking song, seal it in a letter and send it to Jibei one by one. Nothing else was written in the letter, only the long-standing lovesickness and melancholy.
3. The Garden is Worthless is an ancient poem by Ye Shaoweng, a poet in the Song Dynasty.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Perhaps the owner of the garden was worried that the clogs would trample on his precious moss and tapped Chai Men, but no one came to open it for a long time. But the spring scenery in this garden can't be caged after all. Look, there is a pink apricot flower on the wall.
4. Spring Thoughts is a new Yuefu poem by Li Bai, a great poet in Tang Dynasty.
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Swallows stuffed with spring grass are as tender as Qin's green grass and mulberry leaves, and thick enough to bend branches. Lang Jun, when you are homesick at the border, you are at home thinking about those deeply grieved days. Affectionate spring breeze, I don't know each other. Why did you break into the Louvre and disturb your feelings?
5. Xiao Chun is a poem written by Meng Haoran, a poet in Tang Dynasty, when he lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
In spring, when I woke up, I didn't realize that it was already dawn and birds were singing everywhere. Recall how many fragrant spring flowers were blown down by the wind and rain last night.