and Qin Taixu plum blossoms.
Su shi. The bones of the West Lake should be should, and only this poet is overwhelmed.
Mr. Dongpo's heart has been discouraged, and he is annoyed by the flowers for Aijunshi.
Affectionate immediately wait for dusk, and the residual snow will disappear late and the moon will rise early.
The thousand trees in Jiangtou are dark in spring, and it is better to have an oblique branch outside the bamboo.
The drunken sleeping place at the foot of the lonely mountain is dotted with skirts and waists.
Wanli Spring comes with the guests, and the ten years of flowers send the beauties to the old.
I was sick when the flowers bloomed last year, and this year I have been sloppy with the flowers.
It's better to return to spring with wind and rain, and collect just the aftertaste.
Lin Kui, a poet in the early Song Dynasty who was famous for his poem "Sparse shadows and horizontal slopes, clear and shallow, dark fragrance floating in the moon dusk", has been dead for a long time, and now only this plum blossom poem by you Qin Guan can overwhelm him. My heart is already like ashes, but your poems arouse my interest in appreciating plums.
I have no patience to wait until tomorrow, the evening of the day to ride a horse to enjoy the plum, the snow in early spring has not disappeared, the moon rises early at dusk, only to see more than a thousand plum blossoms blooming by the riverside, compared with this large blooming plum blossoms, the bright spring light is dim, but my favorite is a branch of the bamboo at the place of the lone plum that opens obliquely, it looks so beautiful and elegant.
I think when I was in Hangzhou, I often went to the lonely mountain by the West Lake to enjoy the plum blossoms, while drinking and appreciating the flowers, I was drunk and lay down under the plum tree, and when I woke up, I found that the ground on my body was full of petals, and the plum blossoms that fell on the body seemed to be embellishing my skirt waist, and the plum blossoms that fell on the ground were also reluctant to sweep away. Later, I was transferred out of Hangzhou, and successively served in different places, and finally arrived in Huangzhou, and now I am enjoying the plum blossoms in the spring, and I feel like the spring is coming with me thousands of miles away. From Hangzhou to Huangzhou, it was exactly ten years, and the flowers bloomed and fell in ten years, as if the plum blossoms were sending me old.
I was sick when the flowers bloomed last year, and I was in a bad mood this year. I am physically and mentally exhausted, I really have a negative spring, it is better to let the wind and rain send the spring back, and return the fragrance of plum blossoms to heaven.
Su Shi's poem is a bit sad, but it's still beautiful. Ancient poems