On Ancient Poems under Trees

A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla

Year: Tang author:

Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.

Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.

The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?

I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.

Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.

Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.

The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.

There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.

When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?

How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.

All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.

Linjiang Xian Yi Zui San Fang Shan Shu

Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji

I was drunk under the tree of Sanshan Fang Shu and forgot several layers of charm. Gold is five flowers. It tastes as ripe as a citrus. As expensive as litchi. It is said that there are four old people in goodness, and autumn fermented grains are brewed in oranges. Try to call famous brands and push them. Heavy fragrance and pollution, partial sage cup.

Duke Man Jianghong in Tang and Song Dynasties

Year: Song Author:

Tang and Song governors, who know the way of plum blossom and treat it well. When it comes to He Jing and Mr. Shi, the ancients were all thumbs. Portraits initially distinguish shallow water, vividly paying for dusk and the moon. After all, the author is a newcomer, and there is still overlap. Without it, spring and wax. Without exception, smoke and snow. The eaves are low and the bamboo fence is lightly folded. Why do you like the people in the East Pavilion when you enter the spring in the west? Lose him forever, be a monk under the tree, and leave the speech.