No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably contact or use ancient poems. The length of ancient poetry can be long or short, and the rhyme is more free and flexible, so you don't have to stick to antithesis and melody. What ancient poems have you seen? The following are the ancient poems about the vernal equinox that I compiled, hoping to help everyone.
Suiliudi
Weng Chengzan
In spring, the smoke is deep in the east of Bianshui, and the golden thread is soft and windy.
I am fascinated by the emperor in a light cage and like a dream in Chang' an.
Rural travel
Du Mu
In mid-spring, Sang Rou crossed the village pier.
The wind blows the willows, and a little rain returns to the pond.
I sang the song of herding cattle, and I peeked at the girl in the skirt.
Semi-wet shirt, the owner feeds the chicken and millet.
Poems of Twenty-four Qi in February Vernal Equinox
Yuan Zhen
Two qi don't fight, spring equinox rain.
Come to the movies when it rains, but the clouds are louder than thunder.
The mountains are sky blue and the flowers in the forest are bright.
There is a mysterious bird in the beam, and I want to do something good.
Spring Equinox
At the spring equinox, the rain falls lightly, and the slanting wind on the Liu 'an sends guests home.
The northern season is late, and I knew there was green waist fat.
Vernal equinox of Liuzhihua dynasty
Gu Zhenguan
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 cool, and the pearl will turn green.
Take advantage of spring, leave half, don't be negative today.
Snow after the vernal equinox
Su Shi
Snow enters the vernal equinox, which is rare to see. Half-opened peaches and plums are invincible.
I should be ashamed of my knowledge of plum blossoms, but all I can think about is Liu's words.
Although Dong Jun is good at preserving things, it will be a new clever machine.
From now on, the creation is particularly unpredictable, so keep a wax coat to keep warm.
Youth Tour, Xiao Lou Gui Yan Dusk
Duanshi
It's dusk when the small building returns to Yan. Loneliness locks the high door.
Breeze and drizzle, precious flowers and vernal equinox.
There was no atmosphere in the drawing room, and Luo Zhang covered the rest of the crimson wax that burned for the first time.
Affectionate don't blame Wang Sun. Fickle and submissive.
Bodhisattva spring rain
Xiao Hanjie
The troubles of spring come and go. It seems that people are drunk and it is difficult to wake up.
Misty rain is wet and dry. Apricot blossoms shock the cold.
Spit and knock on the pot. Never call anyone.
I owe you more clothes tonight. Does that man know?
Huatangchun
Zhong Bing
The scenery by the stream has always been the vernal equinox. Painting room misty rain dusk.
A wisp of water sinks and smoke rises from the furnace. Drunk and respectable.
Dance sleeves shake back the snow, and the sound turns to clouds.
How many times can the world smell? Prime Minister, don't be angry.
Vernal Equinox and Gentleman's Banquet Thirty-four Lu Langzhong
Wu
The southern state banquet is hospitable and friendly to old relatives.
The moon is red with tears, and the flowers smile at the bald people.
Treasure often complains, and Qiongzhi doesn't let spring.
Listening to songs in the middle of the night, peaches and plums have new makeup.
Family in spring
Song Wan
Noda yellowbird is a group of its own, and the old story of the mountain is old.
Niu Jiao women got up in the middle of the night, and planting trees in the Ming Dynasty was the vernal equinox.
Walking on the beach, rain and night view
Ouyang Xiu
Rainy scenery, vernal equinox weather.
Let a hundred flowers blossom.
Draw a pair of Liang Xinyan, and the jade cage parrot sleeps alone.
Ficus pumila is against the wall, and strawberry moss is all over the floor.
There are some beautiful songs in the brothel.
Suddenly, old things came to my mind. I was silent and frowned.
Cold Food and Song Title Huangmei Linjiang Post
Cui Rong
The vernal equinox comes from Huaibei, and cold food crosses Jiangnan.
Suddenly I saw Xunyang water, and I suspected it was Songjiatan.
It is better to be a wise master than a lonely minister.
Yao Si's hometown is a stranger, and peaches and plums are all over the world.