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Author: Qin Guansong
The warbler is more ruddy with its beak, and the swallow sweeps up the green ripples with its tail tip.
Cold is cold, Yu Sheng is cold, but people in blowing sheng are excited to play the tune Little Plum, and the sound is melodious and resounding, and the listener is excited, vigorous and full of spring.
People say that blowing like this and calling like this will make people and young people handsome.
2. Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Author: Li Qingzhao Song Dynasty
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
3. Hua Xin Dong Chun Ci
Author: Ruan Yi female Song Dynasty
Fairy Garden is full of spring, with strange flowers and branches climbing. At first glance, it looks sunny, light and warm, slightly cold, approaching the flower viewing season. The willow shakes the platform, the east wind is soft, the curtain is quiet, and the birds adjust their tongues. The soul is far away, looking for a green road, worrying.
This kind of hate is not shared by anyone. It is still dusk, and my heart is empty. Reinforce the embroidered quilt, cover Zhu Fei exclusively, and lie down for whom. The night is longer, the sound travels far, the screen window reflects, and the silver cylinder goes out. Dream back, the plum shoots are half caged, and the moon is lacking.
4. Ding Fengbo March 7
Author: Wang Chaosu
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
5. More leakage and long willows
Author: Yan Song
Willow is long and peach leaves are small. No one came to the deep courtyard. The red sun is pale and the smoke is fine. Three or two warblers.
Snow fragrance, sandalwood light. It's good to lie on the pillow. Spring is thick, but makeup is late. When I think about this dream.
6. Yangzhou Man Huai Zuo Du Ming
Author: Jiang Kuisong
Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze. All the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear the angle and blow the cold. All in the empty city.
It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
7. Liang Zhu, warm rain and sunny wind broke the freeze for the first time.
Author: Li Qingzhao Song Dynasty
Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who shares wine and poetry? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
8. Recall Wang's words
Author: Li Chongyuan Song Dynasty
The lush grass remembers Wang Sun. Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky. Du Yu's voice is unbearable. Miss dusk. Rain hits pear and closes the door.
9. Huanxisha, upstream of the levee, people draw boats.
Author: Ouyang Xiusong
During the Spring Festival, tourists are weaving, chasing the lake light in a hurry, the water waves are rippling, the surrounding water is in contact, and the waves break the embankment. The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came.
Don't laugh at the old man with white hair still burying his head in the flowers. I frequently change cups with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao. Everything in life, how to make a wine song?
10. A bunch of flowers invaded this spring.
Author: Wang Chaosu
Light wax invaded for a year this spring. Ice and snow broke through Chun Yan. Dongfeng has a letter that no one has read, revealing a little meaning, lace between willow leaves. The cold night is long, the lonely blanket is easy to warm, and the bell and drum are gradually clear and round.
The first half of the morning was full of mountains. The pavilions are light and sparse. Tourists will make a fragrance-seeking plan, and Momo apricot should have reached the top. Sick and heartless, careless and self-releasing, but love to sleep during the day.