Source: Xiaoya Journal, anonymous in the pre-Qin period.
Knock-knock logging, birds sing harmoniously. Birds come from deep valleys and fly to the top of high trees. Why do birds sing? Just ask for a bosom friend. Look at the birds carefully, or want friends and blind dates. Besides, we people don't know how to cherish friendship. God in heaven, please listen and give me peace, joy and peace.
2, the eternal dream of ups and downs, poetic eyes tired of the world. Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw.
Source: One Man in January, Written on the Mountain by Zhang Kejiu in Yuan Dynasty.
Throughout the ages, ups and downs have changed, just like the prosperity of spring dreams. The poet looked at the horizon with tired eyes. The cemetery of Confucius' house is covered with trees, and the palace of Wu State is now in ruins, in the temple of Chu State. Crows fly around.
3, where is the tiger, where is the dragon, only the rise and fall. Outside the willow, the sun sets, waterfowl return, and trees blow dragons. Sail west, who is crying spray frost bamboo. ?
Source: Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao in Song Dynasty and Deng Jian's Yue Ting were left over by history.
Where is the imperial capital where tigers lived in Long Hudou? What you see everywhere is only the trace of the rise and fall of the years. The setting sun shines obliquely on the confused willow trees, birds foraging by the water hurriedly fly back to their nests, and the wind blows tall trees and sweeps the desolate hills and ridges. A lone boat in Qinhuai River hurried west, and I don't know who blew the fierce cold flute.
4, elegant shady trees, wind and frost, snow and ice, exquisite carving, four seasons scenery, all lovely.
Source: Xiaoya Journal, anonymous in the pre-Qin period.
Picking fragrant flowers in spring, enjoying the cool in the dense treetops in summer, and when it is windy, frosty and frozen, its beauty and elegance are vividly revealed, and the scenery at all seasons is pleasing to the eye.
5, the black crow is noisy and faints the tree, and the Qingming cold food cries. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Source: Lyrics of Cold Food and Wild Hope by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Black magpies crow and make a noisy sound. Who is crying at Qingming Cold Food Festival under the dim tall tree? The wind blows the paper money on the open space, the paper money flies, the old graves overlap and the green grass covers it.