"The shadows are shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk?" Lin Bu's Two Poems "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" in Song Dynasty.
Whole poem:
Flowers withered, unique plum blossoms swept out against the wind, and the scenery of the small park was beautiful.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Even if you cut it into pieces, it is difficult to draw it thin and thick on the back.
From spring to night, the daytime is thin and the first frost is deep, so you should be afraid of the cold at night.
Immortals only cherish their neighbors, and it is too vulgar to look at them coldly.
Recalling the old road in the south of the Yangtze River, the wine flag flutters obliquely, singing before the saddle and after the horse.
Translation:
Hundreds of flowers wither, and the unique plum blossoms proudly bloom against the cold wind. The bright and gorgeous scenery occupies all the scenery in the small garden. Sparse shadows, sideways in shallow water, fragrant in the moonlight at dusk. Cold birds want to fly down, first glance at plum blossoms; When butterflies know the beauty of plum blossoms, they will lose their souls.
Fortunately, I can recite in a low voice, get close to plum blossoms, don't have to knock on sandalwood to sing, and insist on drinking and enjoying in the golden cup. Plum blossoms are dotted with cheese-like branches as crisp as shredded silk. That pose and layout are really difficult to draw. You can enjoy the warmth of spring all day until sunset, and be timid when the frost is heavy at night, right?
Bright plum blossoms can only be cherished by the monks next door, and they are left out in the cold and don't want to be watched by the laity in the city. Looking back on the past, plum blossoms are in full bloom, colorful flags are flying on the Jiangnan road, the breeze is blowing, and plum blossoms fall into the saddle.
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Creative background:
The specific creation time of this group of poems is unknown. Lin Bu was a famous hermit in Song Dynasty. When I was young, I wandered around Jianghuai. After my forties, I lived in seclusion in West Lake and Gushan, Hangzhou. I like plum and crane, claiming that plum is my wife and crane is my son. I have written many poems by Yongmei in my life, and this group of poems is one of the most famous.