"Wangjiangnan : Exploring the Spring Departure Before"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
A thousand threads of resentment and shame to leave the boat, linshui Chu waist can stay? When the flowers are separated, they see that because of the spring weather, the wind and rain are sad and dreamy. The flowers are cold and the lonely smoke is cold, and the wind has not fallen green. Who is Ice Creek idly photographing? The night rain heard the bells stop flowing. Heavy clouds snubbed the path deeply, and people were thinner for no reason. Fine grass rejuvenation acacia, twilight river pavilion a boat. Ting Zhu did not close the curtain shadow, and Wenyuan wasting disease attacked the tour. Late at night, the moon is deeper and the moon is deeper, and the wine wakes up in the moon sky bright ferry. Late at night, the monologue Pepper Lan is silent, and the four dreams of Ling Ge have no desire. The People of the Han Palace did not wake up in the autumn, and when they returned to Luan, they lit up the Green Mirror. The red and green rings rested and straightened out, and the swing was not sad. It is difficult to get a few more secret periods, and the mountain gate hates the dream. The eyes are full of affection, and Tianjie was once drunk with jade sleeves. A thousand doors are closed deep in the old hate, and the flowing water is green apples in Yaozhou. The clouds are not late, the sound of geese is broken, and the light is cold in the night. The old dream Jiangnan people went far away, and Yan had met and married Lu Shou. People stand at dusk and lose sight of emaciated, and the moon and Su Huai are separated from each other. The heart is lonely mountain spring dream, double jade cup poured pear blossom wine. Painting the sun and the east wind rises, and the begonias are dying in autumn through the rain. The trees are angry, and the cups are full of hatred; Meibian Xindu song, Meiwu once searched for a ghost; The moon returned to the night crane, and the swallow did not stay; Qingduan Xilingpu, Qinlou Mengxunqiu; Tears wet lonely mountain rain, drunken eyes and fans; Willow Lane is not yesterday, leaning on the building to embroider the boat; Moving the lights outside the west window, who is swimming alone in the courtyard? Who remembers the affairs of Chang'an? Smoke and rain fall from the east to the plum harvest. The stars reflect the embroidery household, dreaming of the blue bridge and not swimming. Who cares about old age? Bright moon reed flowers dream no autumn. The deep moon adds to the flow.
Exploring the Spring,
Leave the boat without dust.
Ten years of acacia who asked lightly?
Gratuitous paper kites fly Chihiro,
The geese are more than divided.
Ploughing Clouds,
Shōhana no Yuki.
Peach root peach leaf was sleepy at that time,
Who knows the soul of the Broken Bridge in the West Lake?
Jianglou Skinny Plum Pavilion.
