Hello in Beiyuan. Tell me about that famous poem.

The waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, the bridges are thin with willows and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.

Que Qiao xian Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, ritual like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.

Qingpingle Huang Tingjian

Where does spring go, there is no way to be lonely. If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him. There is no breath of spring. Who knows? Unless you ask an oriole. Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.