"Lucky Brothel Spring Festival Evening" Lu Lao Wei

Brothel Spring Festival Evening. The days are lonely, combed and lazy. At first glance, crows and songbirds make trouble, causing new worries. I remember that year, stealing that love and meeting the flowers in the fog. Poetry in the corner pillow, Baochai drinking, * * * drunk moss deep courtyard.

So hard to forget, under the cloister, hand in hand, flowers, bright moon in the sky. Now it's raining at dusk, bees are worried about butterflies, and small windows are free for banana exhibitions. But who cares? Silent, idle Qin Zheng, tears full of uneven goose waist branches gradually smaller, the heart has been far away from Huayang.

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Bai Juyi, flowers are not flowers.

Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog.

It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.

When did a short and beautiful spring dream come?

When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.

(3)

Su Shi, He Xinlang's Summer Scene

Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, the hand will be like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.

Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.

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Qin Guan in spring

The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.

Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.