What are the beautiful poems about the coming of spring?

1 Looking for flowers alone by the river (option 1)-Du Fu (Tang)

The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.

The river in front of Huangshi Tower flows eastward. Warm spring makes people drowsy lazily, and I walk slowly against the warm spring breeze. Clusters of peach blossoms seem to go unnoticed. Do you like dark red peach blossoms or light red peach blossoms?

2. "Send Yuan Er Shi An"-Wang Wei (Tang)

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the acropolis floor, the air was fresh and the hostel was greener. Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.

3 quatrains-Du Fu (Tang)

"Two orioles sing green willows, egrets sky-high." Outside my window is the snowy Western Hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a neat team of egrets went straight into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, you can see the snow accumulated all the year round on Xiling Mountain, and ships from Dongwu, thousands of miles away, are parked in front of the door.

4. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night-Du Fu (Tang)

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

5 "Singing Willow"-He (Tang)

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.

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.