A poem with an obscure description

1, but before she started walking towards us, we shouted a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.

2. It's cold and windy, and Xiaomei is snowy and apricot red. ? Late at night, the oblique swing rope hangs quietly, misty and rainy, and the prospect of the pavilion is blurred. -Late night/cold food night Han Lie in Tang Dynasty

The light cold that cuts the skin stings the wind, plum blossoms are like snow, and apricot blossoms are red. In the middle of the night, the swing rope on the diagonal hangs quietly, and the pavilion is faintly visible in the misty rain.

3, Nishinomiya night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain for a long time. Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun. -Wang Changling's "West Palace Spring Complaint" in the Tang Dynasty

The night in the West Palace is very quiet, only the flowers in full bloom in the palace courtyard quietly exude fragrance. The beauty who lives in the palace originally wanted to roll up the curtain made of beads and go out to enjoy the flowers.

However, I gave up because I didn't want to appreciate it. I have to stay in an empty boudoir with endless resentment. Harp looks at the moon, and many trees hide Zhaoyang Palace.

4, smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. -Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai" in Tang Dynasty

Haze pervades the vast Han River, and the moon shines on the white sand house. In the evening, I parked my boat by Qinhuai River, near the restaurant.

5, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy. -Su Shi's Two Poems on Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing in the Song Dynasty.

In the bright sunshine, the water in the West Lake is sparkling and beautiful. On rainy days, under the cover of rain curtain, the mountains around the West Lake are foggy, and if there is anything, it is wonderful.