Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?
2. "Dawn of Qingpingle Painting Hall" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Snow falls in the painting hall in the morning. Looking at Gary with a high shutter, the color is far from the court.
Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced. It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds.
No sooner had I slept in class in the morning than someone came to report the snow. The high-volume curtains look at the flying snow, and the white ones are far and near. The momentum is like furnace smoke, and flowers and plants are covered with jade defects. It's not like the fairy in the sky got drunk and crushed the white clouds at random.
3, "Good Morning Travel" Tang Dynasty: Wen
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.
4. Returning to the Garden, the next Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.
5, "Xiao Chun" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Half-hoping for dawn and half-ignorance, drunk smelling flowers and sleeping warblers.
Yaner rang the bell and moved. Twenty years ago, Xiao Temple fell in love.
It's already midnight, and it's not dawn yet. In the gentle hometown of drunken dreams, there are flowers, beautiful birds and lingering feelings everywhere.
The little yellow dog rang the temple bell, breaking the silent night sky, reminding people of what happened in Pujiu Temple at dawn twenty years ago.