Seeking poems describing the scene of early spring and poems describing late spring, brothers and sisters are in urgent need of ~ ~ ~ help ~ ~

Tang hanyu

In early spring, Zhang and other 18 members of the Ministry of Water Affairs were present.

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.

Hui Chong

Riverside scenery

Su Shi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.

Spring river plumbing duck prophet.

Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.

willow

He zhangzhi

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand tapestries covered with green silk,

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Zhang

The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is born on the sea.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? Photo taken by Jiang Yuehe at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiangyue is only similar year after year;

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and the spring maple is too sad.

Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Yesterday, I dreamed of falling flowers, and I didn't come back in poor spring.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Spring Morning

meng haoran

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

I wonder how many flowers have been broken.

This spring morning, I woke up easily, and my tears were covered with tears.

Dreams should be bleak, windy and rainy.

Boring bridge, I don't know how many flowers are broken.

Two miles from the river bridge, Ruby broke Bloom early.

A few clusters of solitary smoke float upward, and it is the spring dawn of the year.

Autumn water drips away too few people, leaving a lonely picture,

In the sunset, the years pass away. When is the spring flower and autumn moon?

Full of flowers, I remember the misty rain that day,

The peaches in your hands and mine are left unattended in the wild,

Red mud blocks the wall, and the dry well faces the vertebral dome.

When spring comes, birds live in the treetops on the eaves. My face is like a river.

Those catkins have not been swept, and those Grain Rain trees are full of warblers.

Why are yellow flowers and red leaves spring dawn, and why can't they grow old together?

The fragrance is unforgettable, and the cold is still cold.

It's just that the lady is bending over. I will never fall asleep again,

Cover the flowers. Lady attic laughed.

The past is just a memory, the bridge is broken and the water network is depressed,

Glass bricks are always muddy, broken paper windows are on fire,

You don't even know what you are asking. You're writing a poem,

Just laughing. Who will pay homage to Tomb-Sweeping Day this year?