A poem with meaning

1, don't hate this flower flying out, hate the West Garden, it's hard to compose. Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. -Su Song Shi's "Water Long Yin Eryun Huayang Ci"

Interpretation: I don't hate the blossoming of Huayang. I hate that the West Garden is red and withered everywhere, and it is difficult to regroup. There was a heavy rain in the morning. Where can I find the trace of falling red? Turn into a pool of green screens early. If we divide the beauty of spring into three parts, two of them will turn into dust and one will fall into the running water without a trace. In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but sad tears.

2, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will. -Close "Huanxisha Lonely Cold Building"

Interpretation: Liu Xufei is like a dream, and the drizzle falls like my sorrow. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.

3, tenderness like water, courtesy like a dream, can not bear to return to the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Song Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"

Interpretation: tenderness is like water, the day of reunion is like a dream, and I can't bear to see Queqiao Road when I leave. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?

In April and March, the storm is crazy, the door is covered with dusk, and there is nothing left in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Song Ouyang Xiu "How deep is the courtyard?

Interpretation: In the late spring of March, the wind is crazy and the rain is sudden. No matter how heavy the door is closed, the dusk scenery can't keep the spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.

5, the bright moon is not surprised by magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon, Walking along Huangsha Road at Night"

Interpretation: The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year.