Evonne (Song Dynasty) cut the ice yarn, slightly overlapped it several times, and evenly coated it with rouge. New and beautiful makeup, full of fragrance, ashamed to kill Jolie's ladies-in-waiting. Easy to wither, more and more, ruthless wind and rain. Sadness. Idle and desolate, several Spring Festival Galas. With hate, the swallows can't talk. The sky is far away, and there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan. I know where the Forbidden City is. Why not think about it, except in dreams, sometimes I'm gone. Without evidence, dreams are new.

The petals of apricot flowers are like stacks of silk, cleverly cut out with thick petals, and gradually and evenly dyed with faint rouge. Flowers are so beautifully presented to people's eyes that they are more beautiful than fairies in the Pearl Palace in the sky.

Apricot Blossoms In the second spring of Luo Yin [Tang Dynasty], plum blossoms were already in bloom. ? Half-opened and half-fallen leisure gardens, how different people in the world prosper and wither.

Spring breeze brings the breath of spring. At this time, the plum blossoms have begun to wither, but the apricot blossoms are blooming one after another, and the apricot blossoms in the garden are blooming and falling, similar to the replacement of glory in the world.

Liang Shi is empty, and the hut is empty. Looking down at Jiao Raoxing, I didn't think my body was better than my shadow. Yanyan, like princess Jingyang, fell into the palace well with a smile. There is a microwave oven, and it is difficult to determine the residual makeup.

Although this poem is about apricot flowers beside the water, there are no words of flowers and water in the whole poem. The poet seems to deliberately avoid carving and description, and the charm of apricot flowers is written in an ethereal way, giving people a subtle and profound aesthetic feeling.

My hometown, Xinghua Shikongtu [Tang Dynasty] sent flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?

In his later years, Si Kongtu despises his official career and lives in seclusion in the countryside of Shan Ye, holding flowers in his left hand and a glass in his right hand, waiting for an old friend to have a drink together.