Poetry of flying flowers making spring flowers and autumn moon

1. "Qing Ping Le" by Zhao Lingjue

The spring breeze is still there, following the willow trees deliberately. The moths are turning yellow and ready to bloom, when the weather is clear and bright.

Last year the purple road was the green gate, tonight the rain brings the soul to the clouds. A life of languor is ruined, and only a few evenings are spent.

2. Zhang Yan's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"

Remember that I walked through the snow in Yuguan for a clear trip, and the mink fur was crispy in the cold. Next to the ancient road in the dry forest, the long river drinks the horses, which has a long meaning. The short dream is still outside the river, and the old tears are shed in Xizhou. Every word has no title, and all the fallen leaves are sad.

Carrying back the white clouds, I asked who left Chupei behind and made shadows in Zhongzhou? The reed flowers are broken and sent far away, and they are all scattered in autumn. The flowing water towards the ordinary wild bridge is not the old sand gull that is waiting for you. Feeling empty, there is a place with the setting sun, but I am afraid to climb the stairs.

3. "Partridge Sky" by Zhang Yan

Who is playing the jade flute upstairs? The water in front of the mountain is broad and the clouds are low. Swallows travel thousands of miles, and a pear blossom rains down.

When the bad weather is near, and when you are selling food, only dreams of your hometown accompany you. When the willows in the river are broken at night, even Su Di frowns.

4. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand"

Going up to the small building in the desert and light cold, the rogue in the dawn is like a poor autumn. Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain.

5. Zhang Yan's "Chaozhongcuo"

In the Qingming Festival, the rain sounds and the tide rushes across the sand. Being looked down upon by pear blossoms, life is filled with bitter love for the end of the world.

The swallow-curtained orioles' door, the cloud window and the foggy pavilion, the drunken crow crows. If you break off a branch of willow, who will you plant it in when you return?

6. Yan Jidao's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

The catkins are in the cold weather, falling pink and red, and becoming fragrant every day. The new wine adds to the sleepiness of the remaining wine, and this spring does not reduce the hatred of the previous spring.

There is no place to ask when the butterfly is gone. The tall building across the water can see the letter of Pisces. The waves of chaos are just one inch across, and the setting sun is only as close as dusk.

7. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Liu Yong

Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.

I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

8. Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.

The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

9. Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

Who says that leisurely love can be abandoned for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy still remains. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror.

The willows on the green bank of the river are asking for new sorrows, why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in the flat forest return.

10. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Yan Jidao

It is so easy to get together and disperse when you are drunk and say goodbye to the West Tower. It's half moon and I haven't slept much yet. The painting screen is leisurely displaying the greenery of Wushan Mountain.

The wine stains on the clothes and the words in the poems are always desolate. The red candle is self-pitying and has no good plan, and the night is cold and the sky is weeping for others.

11. Feng Yansi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

The autumn beads of Xiao Suo shed tears. The pillow mat is slightly cool, and I feel sleepless. I get up in the middle of the night when I am about to wake up from the residual wine. The moon is as bright as the sky and water.

There is a cold cry under the steps. The golden breeze blows through the trees in the courtyard, and the door quietly closes. It's a pity that the old love joined hands and thought about it turned into haggard overnight.

12. Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"

The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han people cross the vast distance in secret. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

13. Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons"

Leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hatred is like a fragrant grass, and the luxuriant grass still survives after being shoveled away. After thinking about the farewell to the green man outside the willow tree, I was sad and secretly surprised when I saw the red mantle on the waterside. There is no end to the sky and Ping Ting, a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night.

The spring breeze is full of tenderness, but the joy gradually follows the flowing water. The sound of plain strings is broken, the fragrance of green silk is reduced, and the flowers are flying in the night. The misty rain is leaving the sky clear, and as it clears up, the oriole crows a few more times.

14. Li Zhiyi's "Businessman"

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day.

When will this water be collected? When will this hatred be over? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.