The mountains are warm in spring, the breeze is blowing gently, and the pavilions are covered.
Willow swings the courtyard.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, the boundless scene is new for a while.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door.