1, you are often afraid of negative fragrance, watching flowers fly-half spring. Drunk and dreaming, careless drinking, friendship is not as good as people. The sound of orioles around the trees is still astringent, and the green willows contain mountains. The weather is sunny, the wind is sunny, and the horseshoe treads the dust all over the faucet. Yi Renyuan's Thought of Vernal Equinox
In spring, the smoke in the east is deep, and the golden thread is soft and windless. I am fascinated by the emperor in a light cage and like a dream in Chang' an. An old man praised "the land of Sui and Liu"
3. Begonia flowers are dried in the mud, and the plum branches are sour. When you are old, you will find young dreams, and the vernal equinox will not reduce the cold in front of the club. If you dare to write a book for a thousand years, you have to be an official if you are addicted to alcohol. Even when there are no guests, the small court leans against the sun. A land trip is "chilly in spring"
4, only love the four-season vernal equinox, the vernal equinox loves the vernal equinox more. There is something warm, and there is no cold. Good flowers and good buds make good wine light and mellow. A guest in a comfort zone, how not to be half drunk. -Shao Yong's "Le Chunyin"
5. See bananas at a glance. I want to sleep under the willow tree, thanks to the cherry. Who shares the spring scenery equally cherishes the present most. I feel bored in front of flowers. Let it be. Cold, pearls will be green. Take advantage of spring, leave half, don't be negative today. A Gu Zhenguan's Vernal Equinox in the Spring Festival
6. In mid-spring in Nanyuan, the wind is very strong and it smells like Ma Si. Childhood is like a willow brow, and butterflies fly during the day. Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down. Autumn dry unintentionally trapped Luo Yi, painting hall Shuang Yan return. Ouyang Xiu's Ruan Langgui
7, green plums are like beans, destroying spring. Little green and long red, look at several places, Yun Ge willow dance. See flowers and know each other, talk about the bright moon. Holding hands and carrying incense, I walked all over Xichi Road. When Zhu Hu reached the water's edge, she remembered her ecstasy. Small vertical back swing, empty, graceful charm. Huayang blows on my face, and the fragrance is a curtain of wind. Affectionate, tired of wine, looking back at the sunset. -Zhang zhen's "Moshan Xi Spring Class"