Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Snow-white as Sydney, wicker exudes a strong sense of spring, fluttering like Sydney, filling the whole city.

I am disappointed, just like a pear in Dongzhu, how thoroughly and clearly I see this complicated secular life in the earthly and self-clearing.

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Pear blossoms like snow are pale white, wicker reveals rich spring scenery, and floating catkins are full of pear blossoms like snow, all over the city.

My mood is melancholy, just like the pear flower in Donglan, as white as snow, living in the secular world, and seeing this complicated secular life thoroughly and clearly.

2. Is Tao a pear flower like a dream?

Song Dynasty: Yan Rui

Tao is a pear flower.

Tao is apricot blossom, not apricot blossom.

White and red, especially oriental flavor.

I remember, I remember, people were slightly drunk in Wuling.

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Say it's a pear, but it's not. Tao is apricot blossom, but it is not. Petals are white and red, with unique charm and taste.

I remember. I remember. Wuling fisherman is intoxicated.

3. Zuoli

Tang Dynasty: Qiu Wei

Pear is more beautiful than snow, and looks colder than snow. Its fragrance invades clothes.

Spring breeze, please continue to move its petals, I hope this beautiful flower can fall on the jade steps of the palace hall.

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Pear flowers are naturally more beautiful than snow, and their cold appearance is better than snow. Its fragrance suddenly invaded the clothes.

Please continue to blow its petals in the spring breeze. I hope this beautiful flower can fall on the jade steps of the palace hall.

4. Bai Weiling Chun Qing only went to Pear Blossom Thin.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq, drawing pictures on a clear night and calling for truth.

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The scenery of spring is when the pear blossoms are gone, the sun sets and dusk falls, but I don't know that there are still people who are homesick in this world. I can't help it.

There was deep affection, and there was a vow of eternal love. For the person she wants to dream of, she calls to her portrait all day, hoping to impress her with sincerity and let her come out of the painting like "real" and meet me.