Colorful, full of flowers, full of vitality, singing and dancing,
Apricot rain and pear clouds, spring mountains are smiling, green manure is red and thin, grass grows and warblers fly,
Colorful flowers, bright flowers, green feelings, double orange fighting wine,
The flowers are bright, the spring is full, the spring is fading and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Peach and plum are blooming, and the wind and rain are coming, willow leaf warbler and willow flower swallow.
Spring returns to the earth, Li Bai powder, spring fills the garden, and spring leaks.
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, thriving, the spring is sultry and the flowers are red and green.
Spring blossoms,
A four-word idiom praising March: spring scenery is sultry Pinyin: chūn sè liáo rén
Explanation: tease: tease, tease, provoke. The scenery in spring aroused people's interest.
Source: Song Luyou's Five Poems of Jiannan Mountain Garden: "Peach blossoms are brilliant and apricot blossoms are sparse, and spring scenery is unbearable."
In favor of the word March: spring blossoms Pinyin: ch ū n nunhu ā kā i
Explanation: In spring, the climate is warm, flowers are in full bloom and the scenery is beautiful. Metaphor is a great opportunity for sightseeing and viewing.
Source: Zhu Ming Guozhen's "Zhuang Yong's Sketch Nannei": "Spring blossoms, and you have a banquet with the cabinet Confucian ministers.
A four-word idiom praising March: drizzle and wind Pinyin: x incarnation
Explanation: Mao Mao rain: Mao Mao rain; Breeze: A spring breeze. Breeze, light rain. Metaphor is gentle but not rude.
A four-word idiom praising March: like mushrooms after rain Pinyin: y ǔ h ? u ch ū n s ǔ n
Explanation: It means that after the rain in spring, bamboo shoots grow a lot at once. Metaphor things emerge quickly and in large quantities.
Source: Lei's poem "Eating Bamboo Shoots": "The barren forest is full of spring rain, and new bamboo shoots are blooming."
A four-word idiom praising March: dead wood meets spring Pinyin: kūmōng chūn
Explanation: meet: meet. Dead trees come back to life in spring. A metaphor for a dying patient or thing coming back to life.
Source: Songshi Daoyuan's Record of Jingdezhen and Dengchuan, Volume 23: "The monk of Dacheng Zhou Mountain in Tang Dynasty asked:' How about a dead tree in spring?' The teacher said,' It is rare in the world.' "
A four-word idiom praising March: Love Pinyin: m m m n yu á n ch ū n se.
Explanation: The whole garden is full of spring scenery. Metaphor is a thriving scene.
Source: Ye Song Shaoweng's poem "The Small Garden is Not Worth Visiting": "The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot comes out of the wall."
There are good sentences praising March.
Just when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the snow came quietly. It was scattered at first. After a while, the snow was big and dense, flying all over the sky. Snow in front of Ming Che, with moisture, is also the companion of the spring breeze in March. Fluttering, it looks relaxed and natural.
The sunshine in spring and March shines warmly on people. The children took off their thick winter clothes, and the lovely swallows flew back to their hometown from the south. Willow has grown long branches again this year, like pigtails of pumpkins.
March light rain, March breeze, passed in front of me.
Rare peach blossom snow! You're just in time. The land needs you, the crops need you and the people need you. Look! They float across fields, sprinkle on villages, fall on people, and are sweet in people's hearts.
March should be the season of spring, the season of gentle wind and drizzle, and the season of life.
Standing in the spring of March, the green rhythm explains the meaning of life, and the sunshine in spring has cracked the freshness and beauty of March and its secret, giving me a beautiful temptation. Delicate willows and beautiful flowers, green hills and streams, fragrant wind and drizzle ... there is no artistic conception, and flowers and birds are full of beautiful words, affectionate and harmonious.
The twittering in March melts the softness of willow tips, the twittering of swallows and the beauty of spring. In this life, I would like to be an ordinary woman, not afraid of wind and frost, not asking the ending, dancing with fate. A meal is sparse, a song is idle, and half a light is fragrant, enjoying the time quietly. ...
The sunshine in March is warm and flowing, a girl with tender feelings like spring, and graceful dance sleeves.
In early spring and March, who would have expected that after today's sunny day, tomorrow will be a spring rain and a gust of wind? ...
The third day of the third lunar month is the traditional kite festival. In my hometown, this time is a paradise for children. Spring breeze blows slightly across fields and hillsides, and the sky is densely covered with kites, big and small, round and square, long and short. There are centipedes, dragonflies, tiles and swallows. ...
March is also a good time to go for an outing. When you walk in the field, you will see green grass and wild vegetables showing youthful colors, jumping for your arrival, and dew quietly hiding in the arms of the grass with a shy smile. Come to the top of the hill, the mountain flowers are swaying, revealing charming smiling faces, and welcome you. Peach trees and pear trees, one by one, are full of flowers, such as satin, pink, white, pink without wearing, light and refined, smelling a faint fragrance and flying with the mood. And the fiery red azaleas, blooming brightly, with a hint of shame on their faces.
The spring breeze in March always has a name, blowing warmly and opening everyone's heart.
March is the season of spring, and March is the hometown of flowers. They smiled, opened their mouths, breathed the breath of spring and smiled at each other.
March's light footsteps, through the gentle rain, in the smiling face, the willow branches are green and the grass is growing. In the melody of spring, just like a gentle and lovely lady, she is still shy when she wants to talk, and her graceful dance and soft breath bring us green and hazy reverie.
The spring breeze in March caressed my hair tip, which not only brought me a little confusion, but also brought me a little chill.
Lying down, bathed in the warm sunshine in March, you can let go of the fetters of imagination and let it gallop freely. Let it fly with the birds in the sky that day, mowgli, flying freely in the boundless blue sky. Like a fish, swimming in the calm Wang Yang. Staring at the clouds that day for a long time, I am a ranger exploring a strange range rover. I want to go to the end of that day and climb Yunshan. I believe there must be infinite magic in that Yunshan.
Move, this beautiful stranger, this beautiful spring Cece Yufei brushed my delicate face gently. Sing a whisper: go around the green embankment, blow the wicker and cross the flower path. Where to listen, sad flute, wind. People say that the Grand View Garden has four seasons like spring; In my eyes, it is just a sad city. Watch the wind blow and form a red array. Peony thanks, peony is afraid, begonia is surprised; Willow brings sorrow, peach brings hate. ...
Pick a handful of wild vegetables, where there are ferns, and here are bamboo shoots ... Wash them after going back, put some oil and salt in the pot, and a bowl of good dishes will come out, with the taste of spring, soft and green. Don't worry about pesticides and fertilizers. Everything is natural.
In the spring of March, all things are revived, with green flowers, birds and flowers, and the earth is full of vitality.
March is like a song. Everything is singing. The south wind warms the window, cherry trees open, just like butterflies dancing, brilliant as clouds; Magnolia blossoms, the goddess scatters flowers, and the trees are full of snow, such as cotton; Forsythia clusters, full of branches hanging gold; Bustling, all for spring.
The tenderness of March reveals a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, some shy, some reserved, some mysterious, cherishing my poetic rhyme, flowing my soul and thinking long.
Planting mulberry and sericulture, ploughing crops, birds flying high in the sky, and euphemistic songs accompanying busy people in the fields.
This early spring March, although still with a little chill, but spring has unconsciously squeezed into the threshold of the season, with a little slight temperature, smiles have spread on people's faces.
Although the spring breeze in March is not as bitter and passionate as the breeze in winter and as pleasant as the cool breeze in summer, it has given us a new round of life and sentiment. She caressed us tenderly, just like a gentle mother, and awakened our memories of the past.
In March, Mu Feng, the empty mountains were condensed with clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the castle peak outside the building, the sunset crowning on its top, the bright sunshine boiling with blood, covering the nearby Bai Cui, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer, drunk with peach blossoms, blurred eyes and beautiful mouth.
A song of the soul of spring, a beautiful heart, a long watch full of the charm of March, a dream to break the horizon between flowing clouds, a sweet poem to find the ancient wind and rain in a world without me, to release feelings, and a heart full of words like water.
Praise the ancient poems of March:
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -"Jueju" by Monk Zhinan
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. -Du Fu's quatrains
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei
White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.
The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west.
On March 3rd, Spring Festival, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful people gathered in Qujiang, Chang 'an.
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention.
In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring. Tang's "King of Spring Music".
The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive.
Petals falling from time to time drift with the tide, and the fragrance in the water floats far away.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
"Two orioles sing on the top of a green willow, and egrets reach the sky" —— Du Fu's quatrains
In February and March, Xianyang, Gongliu Jinzhi. Tang Li Bai's antiques
Jianghan spring breeze, frost removed last night.
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. (Zhang "Yu Gezi")
Before the wind blows, I want to persuade Spring to stay. Spring is on Cao Fang Road in the south of the city.
The sky street is drizzling, but the grass color is far away (wildfire never completely devours them, and they are tall again in the spring breeze)
Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles are singing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.
Thousands of apricot trees on the riverside have opened a new night wind. Full of shade, shining in the green waves. -Wang Ya's "Spring Tour Song"
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. (Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's chores))
Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere.
In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color. Yu Zhu, an ancient poem of Jin Yuefu.
Changchun Jia Festival New Year celebration.
Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing off a few flowers at night. -Du Fu's "Nine Jueju Second"
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds. -Xie Lingyun's Climbing the Pool Upstairs in Southern Song Dynasty
In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color.
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away. -Tang Du Fu's Spring Festival travel rush Fever
Hand-planted peaches and plums are not ownerless, and wild old walls are like home.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
I am here to see the distant Luoyang and the scenery in spring. When I meet my friends again, next spring will give me a more beautiful spring!
Ran Ran, a floating cloud, sent Chunhua away, afraid to see the cold spring and the setting sun. How much rain can you hear overnight? All the flowers will fall in the morning.
Fang spread the geese while waiting for the noise in the pavilion.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. Du Fu in Spring
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches (Wang Wei's acacia)
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. -Han Yu's Late Spring
A good wind blew all night and ten thousand new flowers were born.
Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open.
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. -Zhu's Spring Day
A poem praising March: Jade House, Spring, Hate.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
A poem praising March: Yellow Crane Tower —— Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
A poem praising March: Looking at Jiangnan at dusk in March.
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
At the end of March, the flowers fell even worse. People hang on the moon and swing, while horses stop and shake the wind. Draw a boat on the bank.
Weary and weary through illness, long day and small curtain. The night is outside the silver candle, and the warbler is singing in the shade. Residual red is nowhere to be found.