What are the ancient poems with apricot flowers as the theme?

The following spring, the plum blossom has faded and the apricot blossom is new.

What's the difference between people in the world in a half-opened leisure park?

Vernacular translation

Warm air blows slowly, and spring comes slowly. Plum blossoms have withered and apricot blossoms have just opened. How different is it from the living and the dead in this world to be half-opened and half-landed in this garden?

2, "Ancient Garden Apricot Flowers" Tang Zhangji

There are apricot flowers in the abandoned garden, which worries pedestrians. Open a new bottom separately, exposing half of the old burning branches.

In the evening, the color is even more barren, and the low shade covers the monument. Under the vast ancient tomb, who knows when spring will end?

Vernacular translation

The apricot blossoms in the abandoned garden are still in bloom, and pedestrians are worried about spring. The apricot blossom has opened new branches, and the old branches are half exposed. Night came, connected with the wilderness, and the weather was as gloomy as a cover. In the vast land, who knows that spring has passed?

3. Lin 'an Spring Rain First Song and Hebei Land Tour

For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

Vernacular translation

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning. Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.

4. Linjiang Xian Ye Deng Xiaoge Luo Yi Zhong Laoyou Song Chen Yu Yi

I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.

It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new Xiangyang sign. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third. ?

Vernacular translation

Recalling that when I was young, I got drunk on the bridge, and most of them were outstanding talents. The moonlight ran away with the long ditch water waves, silently. Facing the clear shadow of scattered apricot flowers, we played the flute until dawn.

Twenty years is like a dream. Although this body has survived, every time I think of everything, I just feel scared! Now loitering in the small building, watching the moonlight in Chu Qing after the rain, lamenting how many things happened in ancient and modern times, all of which paid the fisherman to sing in the middle of the night.

5. Linjiang Fairy, shallower than Han Chun, half Song Yan Dao Ji.

After a half cold spring, the snow disappeared and the grass began to grow. Smoke an old pond in Liu Fan. The wind blows plum blossoms, and the rain is sunny and apricot blossoms are fragrant.

The moon falls and the branches are happy. Once upon a time, I dreamed of Gaotang. I don't think so. Now this is not a dream, but a trip to Iraq.

Vernacular translation

The residual cold is near, the spring is long gone, the ice and snow melt, and the grass is green. Mist enveloped the old pond in Lu 'an. The wind gently blows plum blossoms, and the drizzle brings the fragrance of apricot blossoms. The moon fell on the branch and was very happy. Good things used to be like dreams, but when I woke up, I let go of my thoughts. Now this is true, not a dream, it really came to her.