Source Song Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds"
The state of foreign land is different from that of people, only the east wind knows the old.
Originated from Song Ouyang Xiu's Song of Grass Evil in the West Lake Riverside.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Source Song Ouyang Xiu "Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour"
So, if you sleep in a dream and there is no light, the dream will be exhausted.
Source Song Ouyang Xiu "Yulouchun, I don't know how far you are"
Know a bottle of wine from a distant lake, and you will remember the people in Wan Li, the ends of the earth.
Originated from Song Ouyang Xiu's Song of Grass Evil in the West Lake Riverside.
Although the temple changed its mind, it did not change.
The source is Song Ouyang Xiu's Mulberry Seed Picking Ten Years ago.
A butterfly in love with flowers
No matter how long leisure is abandoned, every spring comes, melancholy remains.
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
I don't know how far you are, desolate and boring. I am drifting away, and there is no book. Where can I ask?
In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and all the leaves are hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be ignited and burned.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The yard is full of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. Jade carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
It rains and winds in March and closes at dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be speechless, and red flew over the swing.
Tasha shop
Waiting for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
My heart softened and my eyes were full of tears, and the height of the building was not close to the dangerous fence.
Langtaosha
Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang in the east of Luocheng, and always hold hands and travel around the Champs at that time.
Get together and leave in a hurry, endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Where has he gone like a cloud these days? If you forget to come back, it will be the end of spring.
Tears leaned against the floor and talked alone frequently. When Shuang Yan comes, will we meet on strangers? Arouse catkin-like spring sorrow, nowhere to be found in Yiyi's dream.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Before opening the bottle, I was going to say the date of my return, but I didn't say that spring would make me swallow it first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
Leave the song, don't renovate it. A song can teach the intestines to tie knots. It's easy to say goodbye until you see all the flowers in Luoyang.
journey
A person's spring is clear for You Lan. Wan Li away, February and March, sad.
I sang on the nail-unloading pond beside Jiangyan, leaving my soul behind, just like the rainy night and dusk, and I remember Wang Sun more particularly.
Linjiangxian
Outside the pool, the light thunder pool drips, the rain falls on the lotus, and the west corner of the small building is broken and bright, dry and reclining, waiting for the moonlight to grow.
Swallows came to peek at the painting building, the jade hook hung the curtain, the cold waves did not move, the reeds were flat, the water was fine, and there were fallen flowers on the shore.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The wind shakes the willow, the smoke is deep, and the snow is flying.
Pingshan on the pillow, surrounded by blue waves, shaded by green lights, facing the night sky. Embroider when you are lonely, and the moonlight shines on pears.
Pick mulberry seeds
The canoe is shorter than the West Lake, the green water twists and turns, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.
On the windless water, the glass was slippery, and the ship moved and rippled slightly, causing the sand bird to fly ashore.
Pick mulberry seeds
It's nice that the spring rain is deep, the flowers are blooming, the butterflies are buzzing and the flowers are warm in sunny days over the West Lake.
Lan radial painting Ge leisurely, suspected to be immortal, reflecting waves, wide water and high wind.
Pick mulberry seeds
It is good to draw a boat carrying wine in the West Lake, to control the string and urge the jade lamp to pass, which is steady and smooth.
The clouds are under the boat, the water is fresh and the asphalt is lingering. I suspect there is another sky in the lake.
Pick mulberry seeds
After all the flowers are gone, the West Lake is good, wolves are disabled, birds are misty and weeping willows are withered.
When all the tourists left, they began to feel the spring sky, put down the curtains and went back to the drizzle.
Pick mulberry seeds
Who can enjoy the West Lake? There is no shortage of beautiful scenery. Flying cover chasing around, lust after flowers and get drunk.
Who knows that at leisure, the grass is shining and the water is far away, and a small Cangzhou egret flies.
Pick mulberry seeds
During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good, full of eyes and bustling, fighting for the road.
Visitors must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers.
Pick mulberry seeds
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. You don't need standards when you bring wine. Red buildings and green covers followed.
The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.
Pick mulberry seeds
The sky is beautiful, the water is beautiful, the clouds are fresh, seagulls and herons are sleeping. They should be used to listening to orchestra.
The wind is clear, the moon is white and the night is appropriate, and there is a fertile field. Whoever envies Luan is a fairy on board.
Pick mulberry seeds
The sunset glow shines on the West Lake, and the flower dock is beautiful, with ten hectares flat and no boat on the wild shore.
The southwest moon floats, the porch is cool, the lotus flowers are in Qing Xiang, and the wind on the water sobers up.
Pick mulberry seeds
I have loved the West Lake all my life, and I have come to embrace Zhu Lun, and I have been pitching for twenty years.
Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master?
Ruan Langgui
In Nanyuan, it's halfway through spring, and the smell of wind and peace, green plums are like peas and willows, and butterflies are flying.
The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, the curtain is hanging, the swing is not sleepy, and Shuang Yan is painted on the beam.
Nangezi
Chicken bun with golden mud and dragon jade palm comb, come to the window to laugh and love thrush.
I spent a long time holding a pen, drawing flowers and trying my hand at the beginning. I was so careless that I got in the way of embroidery. I smiled and asked how the word Yuanyang was made into a book.
Linjiangxian
I remember the first song that Jin Luan sang together, the spring breeze makes the country rich and the people strong. Now, I am a poor official and have wasted ten years in Qujiang.
It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but you can't see your family. The lonely city is so idle and cold that it is difficult to get rid of sorrow, and the mangrove is far away.
Hechongtian
Mexer powder, willow dragging gold, incense filled the old garden. The weather for growing flowers is half sunny and half cloudy, and the flowers are good but sad.
There are countless flowers and countless troubles, but if you spend them well, you will be worried about spring. Don't rush to wish the east wind with flowers and wine.
Endless desire
Ping Manxi, willow around the embankment, watching pedestrians cross Xixi, when the moon is low.
It's raining and the wind is sad. I rely on Zhumen to listen to Ma Si, and cold gulls fly relatively.
Endless desire
Flowers are like Iraqis, willows are like Iraqis, flowers and willows leave teenagers, and they bow their heads and cry.
To the east of the Yangtze River, the dragon is in Jiangxi, and lovers fly on both sides. When will we meet?
Huanxisha
People in the upper reaches of the levee are painting boats one by one, flapping the levee with the spring water hanging in the sky, and the green Yang Lou is swinging.
Don't laugh at white hair, but it spreads frequently. What was life like before?
Complain about one's feelings
Early in the morning, the roller shutter was lightly frosted, and the plum blossom makeup was tried by hand, all because of self-blame, and the painting was far away.
Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lingering fragrance, easy to get hurt. Draw up a song first, and look back and smile, which is the most heartbreaking.
Chaozhongcuo
Pingshan railing leans against the clear sky, and there are both mountains and mountains. There are willows planted in front of the hall, so there are several spring breeze.
The article is too conservative and full of words. Drink for thousands of minutes at a time. Eat, drink and be merry, young and frivolous, looking forward to decline.
Langtaosha
Today, I swam in Beichi. The canoe was full of waves and soft wicker. Spring came and went like this, making my head white.
A good prostitute has a good voice, and it is difficult to rest until she is drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold, even if flowers are often ill with wine, they are romantic.
Yujiaao
The lotus leaf field is full of water and light, and the boat is alone in the shade. It rained rustling last night, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep.
Rain shakes myrtle, and acacia branches are fragrant. Lotus seeds are always in the same class as others, without any kindness, and suffer in the center every year.
Subtract Mulan
Leave sadly. If there is love in the sky, it will be old. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn. Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
Shengchazi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about 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. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
Ruan Langgui
When will Liu Lang come? Unintentional cloud wins Evian and still flies along the mountain, and Lang Xing does not return.
Strong and even painting, but also elegant. Spring is deep and light. Flowers are speechless, and the moon is in the sky.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The east wind is cold, the snow is fragrant, and spring comes first. The red wax branch is small in Shuang Yan, and the golden knife cuts the ribbon slender.
Warm seaweed in a golden stove. You can't help worrying when the wine enters the cross wave. Embroidery is a good sleep in spring. Luo Wei can't feel the screen window.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The face is spinning and the wind is rippling. The willow is heavy with smoke and the snow is flying. The cold is still there after the rain, and the spring wine becomes melancholy.
The pillow side is Pingshan, surrounded by blue waves, with Chinese lanterns in the green, and the night sky is opposite. Lonely embroidery, moon plowing flowers.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Curtain breeze bilingual. When he woke up in the afternoon, Liu was ready to move. A spring without a heart, Hong Ying falls into a moss courtyard.
Hundreds of feet of Zhu Lou are idle, and thick clouds cover people's faces. Strong management does not need to blow other grievances, and it is fresher to break the intestines.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Just think it over. Small sill by the window, small residual flower pendant. Liang Yan's words made him sleepy, and the screen was half covered with a fragrant quilt.
The scenery of the new wind is like the old wind, gradually handing over. Even if there is a sense of distance, it is difficult to write and send.
A butterfly in love with flowers
It's the end of spring when the painting pavilion returns, swallows are flying together, and another village has a bright future. The yard is full of Mao Mao rain and strong wind, and no one sees it.
Lonely and distracted, lush, I still remember the south bank of the Yangtze River. Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.
Yujiaao
On the last night of spring, the wind and rain mixed and destroyed the red flying tree. The heart stays in spring, and the spring scenery is ruthless and easy to go.
High-rise buildings worry about wine alone and ask where spring will return. I don't know the sound of dusk clouds, but Qingyang grass road.
Flowers in the rain
Through the ages, singing can become bitter. Send all the pedestrians away, spend the Spring Festival Gala, and go to Dong Jun.
Drunk by falling flowers blowing warm floc, how much around the embankment incense tree. And hand in hand to stay, its moments of beauty, for acacia.
Dong
The warbler sings the green trees early, but the residual red outside the threshold has not been swept. Dewdrops are covered with grass and curtains are clear.
The house swayed quietly and clearly. Swallow butterflies are frivolous, wicker is sultry, and how much is Chun Qing.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
The small courtyard is old in spring, and the red daylily builds the sky. The small aperture of long memory lingers around, holding hands with a smiling green shrub.
Don't come and hear nothing, we can guess what happened before the old times. The door covers the sun and is quiet, and the flowers are covered with moss.
Nanxiangzi
After the rain, the sun sets and the breeze is fragrant. The wind will calm the waves and the flowers will pour water. Don't hide. Make up a faint half face.
Opposite Qiu Jiang Road, lotus seeds are deeply hidden in the green house. The original intention is that Lianxin is unforgettable. I don't remember if I was in tears.
journey
Last autumn night, we played with each other in this garden. I smell the flowers, I am angry with the smoke, and I am drunk with the west wind.
This year, I focused on the fragrant cluster, chasing after it, and it was empty. Knocked all over, I was speechless and full of melancholy.
Put down the rope
Momo is fragrant and red, and the curtain cage is full of flowers. Looking at flowers becomes sad, sad and spring breeze.
The window is at the bottom of the plane tree leaves, which makes it more dark and rainy. How can a person sleep when he is absorbed in the pillow?
Shengwuyou
The bead curtain rolls, and the dusk clouds are sad. The weeping willows lock the brothel, the fog is picturesque and the breeze blows.
Fragrant fragrance breaks Jinping's new parting, and people are free in early autumn. How many old romances and new hatreds, books and dreams.
Brocade bag
An inch of acacia is nowhere, like a night. Before and after snuff, the weather became colder and colder, and there were several autumn rains on tung leaves.
The whole heart is unbearable, it is the mood of teenagers. And * * *, made friends, spring cocoon lingering, but did not learn, cymbals move the column.