Poems praising apricot flowers

Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Perhaps the owner of the garden was worried that my clogs would trample his precious moss and tap Chai Men lightly, but no one came to open it for a long time. But the spring scenery in this garden can't be caged after all. Look, there is a pink apricot flower on the wall.

2. quatrains, short awnings in the middle of the shadow of ancient trees, south of Song Dynasty

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.

3. "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Song Lu and you?

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city? Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.

Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.

4. "Linjiang Xian Ye Deng Xiaoge Luo Yi Zhong Laoyou" Song Chen Yu Yi

I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn. ? It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.

I remember drinking in Wuqiao, and everyone present was a hero. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn. Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.

5. Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate, the Wind Blows" in the Five Dynasties.

The spring breeze suddenly started and blew out a pool of clear water. Nothing was done. The believers in the pool folded the apricot flowers and crushed them gently on the path among the flowers. Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.

The spring breeze wrinkled a pool of clear water. (1) Being free and at leisure, Yuanyang in the pool in Doby Huadaoli broke the apricot kernel and crushed it gently. Leaning on the railing by the pool to watch the ducks being beaten, the Hosta hung down from his head. I miss my sweetheart all day, but my sweetheart will never come back. Suddenly, I heard the voice of a magpie.