Spring has gone and spring has come, and people are old. -Zhang's "Bodhisattva Man, Farewell to March Spring, Sit down"
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. -Bai Juyi's "Green Gate Willow"
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter. -Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao Chun Qing"
Swallow's voice, like the sad and lonely official flower in the old court, soon turned into mud and dust. -Li Yi's Sui Gongyan
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light. -Du Fu's "Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside"
With a clear whip, I am happy to go home. -Si Wan Yong, "Confessions for Spring"
Jianghan spring breeze, frost removed last night. -Du Fu's Farewell to My Little Brother Guan Ying, etc.
The east wind has arrived, and the Green Lake has gone up the mountain. -Qiu Wei's "Farmer's Father Lu She"
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. -Du Fu's Two Poems