The emperor blew the frozen wind casually and Qingyun melted into the sky.
The drunkenness between heaven and man attracts mysterious wine and pours incense into the flower root soil.
Wet dust dances lightly in Tang, Tang and spring, and the goddess has no trace of strawberry moss.
The theories of the old farmer and the shepherd boy come and go.
"Happy Spring Rain Has Sent" Author: Jong Li
Youth rains all day long, and the child is not clear.
Let the West Park Association be banned and watch Nanmu plow the fields.
I sympathize with wheat most, and I don't hate wet warblers.
Fathers and elders should congratulate each other. The sign of a good year has come.
Answer master Wei. See you after the spring rain.
Author: Liu Deren
The wind is scattered in the rain, and birds are singing in March.
On the first day of the porch window, the inkstone mat was absolutely dusty.
The first peak in Dili came out, and the trees next door were all new colors.
Compassion is high and quiet, and there is a saying for idle people.
Liu Fu's Spring Rain
The drizzle is a boudoir, and Yinger is anxious and lazy.
Like smoke flying in the desert, it seems wet and sad.
The grass looks dull, and the flowers want to be low at dusk.
Xiao Tingzhong sent brocade mud early.