The flowers of neem tree are floating and fragrant. Originality _ Translation and Appreciation

The flowers of neem tree are floating and fragrant. -Xie Tiao's "Thousand Years, Singing Summer Scenery" in the Song Dynasty was covered with fragrant flowers. It smells good. The flowers of neem tree are floating and fragrant. After the plum rain, the wind is surging. Love is far away in Hunan, and dreams are around Wu Fengcui. The piano and books are tired, and the partridge excites the south window to sleep.

No one sent the secret. Who can wash away your hatred? By the bamboo bank, in the sparse curtain. The dust of song blows the fan, and the wind of dance blows. After people dispersed, the sky was as light as water. Graceful, summer, description of life Note: Neem tree (liàn): deciduous tree, blooming in early summer.

\ \ \ \: Describe the sound of flowers falling from neem trees.

Feng Ping: A breeze.

Wu Feng: The mountains around Zhejiang. Five Peaks of Xiangshui: refers to distant mountains and rivers.

Sleeves and cuffs. Appreciate this is a summer word. The first one is about the scenery in summer, and the second one is about life in summer.

Neem flowers are carefully prepared and fall in succession; Plum rains have fallen, water plants have risen, and the time series has been pointed out. Love follows the water in Hunan, and dreams around the five peaks. The landscapes painted on the screen remind people of places of interest. The piano book is tired, the partridge wakes up, and the south window is tired. I write my daily nap. So, indulge in love songs and dances and play with the cool moonlight. Draw a vivid picture of summer, depicting a strong interest in life.

This word, lyrical in scenery, meticulous in material transport. "No one sent the secret, who will wash your revenge?" In the words of Cheng Xiao's poem, "In dog days, there are no cars on the road. Sleeping behind closed doors in summer makes no difference. " Writing about the weather in summer, people rest at home and seldom come and go. "The dust of the song blows the fan, and the wind of the dance blows." The classic poem preface to Saidu: "I will dance in sleeves, I will sing to the green water, I will get the breeze and go further." The whole words are delicate, the sentences are concise and the antithesis is neat. It is a wonderful flower in the art garden of Song Ci.

Xie Yi (1068-113) did not escape, and was named Xitang. Linchuan (now Fuzhou City, Jiangxi Province) was a southerner in the Song Dynasty. A writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, one of the 25 inheritors of Jiangxi Poetry School. Also known as "Linchuan Xie Xie" with his brother Xie Yi. Together with Rao Jie, Wang Ge and Xie Yi, they are called "four outstanding Linchuan poets of Jiangxi Poetry School". He once wrote 300 poems about butterflies, named "Thank Butterflies". Born in the first year of Xining, Zhao Zhuan, Song Shenzong, he lost his father in his childhood and his family was poor. Together with Wang Ge and Xie Li, I worked hard at Lv Xizhe's place, and my poems and essays were excellent. I took the imperial examination twice, but I failed. Song Huizong Evonne Zheng He died of illness in his native land for three years at the age of 45. Xie Yi

The wind makes the oriole grow up in spring, the summer rain makes the plums plump, and the dense noon trees give the ground a round shade. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. There are ten fragrant flowers in the beautiful pond, and the waves in the evening are quiet and fragrant. Water chestnuts and lotus flowers echo in the blue river, and reed mats grow with wheat. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. Light smoke in the water, light rain on the sand. Lotus and grass hang on the Yang Du River. The bamboo edge will still fly away when it meets the lotus outside. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. There is still a legacy, and if you don't show your autumn heart, how much heat can you roll? The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. On a sunny day, the wind blows against the old trees, rustling as if it were raining; On summer nights, the moon hangs all over the ground, just like autumn frost. Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cold all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying.