Send Du Furu to surround the wall of Sichuan Sanqin and look forward to Du Wujin. We said goodbye, a magistrate of a county. Dao Haifeng has a bosom friend, and the sky keeps my neighbor. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .

Let the ancient grass bid farewell to the endless grass on the plain and come and go with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Sweet, they are pressed on the ancient highway, and the city is connected by sunshine and green. Oh, my friend's prince, you're gone again, and I love you deeply.

Baiyun Song sends Liu to Beijing, Chu Mountain and Qinshan Mountain are all white clouds, and the director of Baiyun Department will accompany you. The dragon followed you, you entered the Chu mountain area, and the white clouds followed you through the Hunan water. Mizunokami, Hunan, female Luo Yi, Baiyun can lie down and return early.

(A), describing the ancient poetry of spring

China's ancient Yuefu poem Long Songs is colorful.

In the Tang Dynasty, He's "Singing Willow" is decorated with jasper, which is as high as a tree and hangs down thousands of strands of moss. I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The sky was crisp with rain and the grass was far and near. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.

Tang Hanyu's Chun Xue failed to flourish in the new year, but it was surprising to see grass buds in early February. When the snow comes in late spring, she wears a court tree as a flying flower.

Stone "Two Scenes in the Late Spring River" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the Spring River warms the duck prophet.

(2) Ancient poems describing Xia.

Song Zhao Shi Xiu's About It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

In the early Song Dynasty, the quatrains in summer have turned red and purple, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.

Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon" The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.