Year: Song Author: Cao Xun

The clouds are overcast, and the south wind gradually reaches the old courtyard. Fine wheat leaves, round lotus leaves, new swallows with green diameters. At first glance, it looks sunny and rainy, but I'm afraid of catkins. Spring is still far away. The best thing is clear and warm. I like to fan it gently.

It's nice to be on the floor. The eyes are bright and the clouds are light, and Xiao Jiang is practicing horizontal. Try cooking wine. Plums will turn green. Don't give up your suggestion. Take your time to win, meddle, and sometimes stumble. Let's take advantage of our good time and don't mind that we are drunk.

Hu Jia's Eighteen Beats and Eighteen Songs

Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi

Catkin is far from spring, and it is too late to climb the fence.

People who worry too much are happy and fresh, and once they go to pity, they will never come back.

I miss going home every day and the mountains and rivers are full of tears.

The west wind rises from the earth and returns to the garden, sighing that everything in the world is wrong.

Qi Tianle Palace has warm eaves and lazy morning makeup.

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The eaves of the palace are warm and the makeup is lazy in the morning. Light clouds are uneven and brittle. Leaning on the bamboo, I will see you again as agreed. Smile. The pearls are exquisite and the green onions are green. I walked into the Louvre in my dream, full of clothes and faint fragrance. Thousands of trees grow old in the east wind, fearing that the beauty will decrease and the fragrance will change. Farewell to the cold weather, singing incense all night, how many new grievances in Jiangnan. Joan kept silent. Let the snow plant clouds and boast lightly. Draw a corner at dusk, and the dream will follow the spring.

Juanjiangyue/Niannujiao

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When you are old and cold, you will be human, except plum blossom. It's not like watching the Year of Song San, but in the East. In front of the windy door, Shen waited for the snow tianjiao. When the White House arrives, Yizhi will be the ultimate hero.

Loneliness is a small hedge, which blooms and knows when to reply. Beiyou is far away from spring, but it is buried in front of the window. Fortunately, there are some romantic affairs, and the rest are incomprehensible. After making up for it, Momei has a bright moon again. It is better for northerners to ask questions with small bamboo flowers.