"Huanxisha"

Song Dynasty Yan Shu

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year.

When will the sun set?

There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.

The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.

"Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple"

Song Dynasty Su Shi

The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road among the pines is pure and clear of mud.

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Xiaoxiao Yuzigui cries.

Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west!

Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair.

"Huanxi Sand"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Jujube flowers fall from rustling clothes and scarves, the sound of milling wheels is heard in the south of the village and in the north of the village,

oxen Yiguliu sells cucumbers.

I feel sleepy when I'm tired of drinking, and I want to sleep when I'm thirsty.

Knock on the door and ask the savages.

"Huanxisha·Girlfriend"

Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao

The embroidered hibiscus smiles, and the precious duck flies sideways to line the fragrant cheeks.

People guess only when their eyes move.

On one side, there is deep charm and charm, and on the other side, there is tenderness and hatred.

The moon moves and the shadow of the flowers promises to come back again.

"Huanxi Sand"

Song Dynasty Qinguan

Going up to the small building in the desert and light cold, the rogue in the dawn is like a poor autumn.

Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

The treasure curtain is hung with small silver hooks.

"Huanxi Sand"

Song Dynasty·Yan Jidao

Playing with the strings of the zither and lazily tying the skirt, the lead is gone and innocence is revealed.

It’s still new to do things with low eyesight.

I regret not meeting my wishful wine, and I miss my lover.

What a waste of time.

"Huanxi Sand"

Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

Visitors on the embankment painted boats and took pictures of the spring water hanging from the embankment.

The swings are out in Luyanglou.

Don’t laugh at the white-haired and flower-wearing gentleman. The six-united number is frequently circulated.

Nowhere is life like in front of a bottle!

"Huanxi Sand"

Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty

How can I still walk by the apricot blossoms when it is raining and cold in the morning?

Last year's high harvest was light.

My sleeves are purple with the smoke from the furnace, and my shirt is blue when I am drunk with wine.

Where in the world can you ask for affection?