There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. (Zhinan's "Jueju")
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
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. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
"Two orioles sing on the green willows, and egrets reach the sky" (Du Fu's quatrains)
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! (Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci)
The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci")
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix")
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. (Han Yu's "Early Spring" dedicates two poems by Zhang Eighteen members of the Ministry of Water)
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai's Spring Night)
Six songs (1) Li Bai
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Li Bai, the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
The drizzle and rain in early spring
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
The second ambassador of Paiyuan, Anxi Wangwei.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
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.
Hunting Wang Wei
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
The land of revival is thousands of miles flat.
Choose for yourself. I hope I can help you.