The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. Monk Zhinan, the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn".

Spring Hope

Tang Dynasty, Du Fu

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.

Appreciate the broken mountains and rivers in the country, and the deep vegetation in the spring of the city. The beginning of the chapter describes what Chun Wang saw: the mountains and rivers remained the same, but the country's capital had fallen, the city was dilapidated in the war, overgrown with grass, and the trees were barren. In the poet's memory, the spring in Chang'an in the past was so prosperous, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, flying catkins filling the air, smoke and willows shining brightly, and tourists wandering around. But that scene has disappeared today.