Jiayueji

At the beginning of the month of Jia, the cold has not subsided, and the jia grass is green and reflects the bridge over the river.
The white dew condenses into frost, and the dream is like smoke, and the beautiful woman is far away in the water and clouds.
The wind rustles in the reeds, and the moon shines on the cold waves, swaying in shadow.
Recalling the poems written by Qin Feng in the past, my feelings will never fade away.
Looking at the wild geese on Dongpo, I miss my hometown far away, and the news of Hengyang Jinshu is far away.
Xu Hun ascended the tower to cherish his homeland, and the years passed by as the Wei River flowed eastward.
Xue Tao bid farewell with great emotion, and is haunted by dreams about the distance.
Liu Yongji was heartbroken while traveling, and Du Yu urged him to return early.
Looking at Yan Yujiang, the mood is gloomy, and he is tired of listening to the hometown songs and feels anxious.
Jia Yue’s nickname contains deep meaning, and Changyue Long’s hidden rhyme floats in the air.
Observing the phenology, one can know the change of time, and the wisdom of the unity of nature and man is clear.
The beauty of the years should be cherished, and the passing scenery of the passing years is also delicate.