1, "February 2nd" Don Li Shangyin: February 2nd is warm in the east wind and warm in blowing sheng. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender. He has been back to his hometown for three years. He has been in his hometown for three years. The river on the new beach doesn't understand my mind, and the eaves hit by the wind and rain seem to be very loud.
The warm east wind and the warm rising sun all exude warm spring, that is, the sound, which seems to bring the warmth of spring back to the earth. When spring comes to the world, bees and butterflies fly around the willow tree, as if to announce the arrival of spring happily. Behind the beautiful spring day, Li Shangyin is full of loss and bitterness. This poem is written in front of the pleasing beauty of natural scenery, and behind it is written in the sadness after frustration. The scenes are closely integrated into a whole.
2, "February 2 Sunrise Suburb" Wang Songting Xuan: When the sun was about to come out, the fog lost its feet in the rain. The sky suddenly turned into a clear mountain curtain, and the clouds still contained state stones and clothes. There are orioles in the north and south of Yancun, and purple swallows in the wheat field. Who knows this joy like Tian Jia, who whistles across from the cow?
In the Tang and Song Dynasties, an outing was held on February 2nd. This poem was written by the author on an outing in Xiushu on February 2, when he saw the scenery in early spring. When the sun was about to come out, the fog enveloped Jiangcheng and turned into a drizzle. Suddenly it cleared up again, and the curtains rolled up, revealing the mountains. Clouds bloom like white rocks. You can hear orioles everywhere in the village, and you can also see purple swallows flying up and down in the wheat fields. Who knows fun like a farmer? They are greeting the children to ride cows and play flutes to go home.
3. "Go to Bao Li Temple immediately on February 2nd" Zhang Songyong: A thousand miles in spring, beautiful as a flower. Flowers stand in twos and threes, floating like riding a haze. I am not much better than the floating generation, and I will go to Sichuan to cure malaria again. It hurts to see unreasonable people, and it hurts to see happy and loving people. I feel even more jealous of Lan Musk. When the wind comes around Guo Wen, I smell it lightly. Yesterday, sages were diligent in guarding against arrogance, and madness is not a romantic thing. But it makes the family fat and polite, and the spring scenery is good.
Spring is the time to go for an outing, and many women also rush to go out to play. Thin people have a chance to see beautiful women. Look, those beautiful women, standing with flowers, complement each other. But the poet said: I am not the kind of frivolous person, but I am also attracted by the beauty of eye diseases. At last, the poet expressed his real wish: I really want to see this bustling scene every spring outing.