Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
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Tang Li Shangyin
The snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei began to disappear and the desert was pale yellow.
Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first.
Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.
If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go.
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Tang Li Shangyin
I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene.
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Tang Lizhong
Folding away from the pavilion, the spring is full of hands.
Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate.
The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.
Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal.
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Don Dumu
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
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Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.