The snow in Mei Xu Xun is not white, but the snow has lost the fragrance of Mei. (Lu Meipo)
Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water. (Du Fu)
Insist that the top of the green hill is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock. (Zheng Banqiao)
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng)
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi)