"Chun Xue" Tang Hanyu: There are no flowers in the New Year, and the grass shoots in early February. Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees. No one does not look forward to spring, and so does Han Yu. Well, seeing that the new year has come, why can't we see the appearance of spring? The flowers have not yet bloomed, and the warm spring breeze has not yet arrived.
In February, I was surprised to see the grass sprouting, which is the hope of spring! You see, the snow on that tree thought it was too late for spring, so it fell from the tree and pretended to be a fallen flower. Snow is not a living thing, but in Han Yu's works, it has become a thoughtful living thing, and people have to admire Han Yu's brainstorming.
Dazu, the first branch of the east wind, wing on spring snow: clever Qin, stealing grass nails, the east wind wants to block the new warmth. Pipa is hard to stay, but the letter is cold and shallow. Look in the mirror every day, make it, relax and be soft. There was no curtain in my hometown, so I missed coming to Shuang Yan. Green willow returned with a supercilious look. The red one is about to break, and the apricot is flat. The old tour recalls the mountains and shadows, and the thick alliance hinders the garden. No matter how warm the cold stove is, it will slow down the sewing of spring shirts. Afraid of phoenix boots, pick vegetables and come back in case we meet at Baqiao.
"Blue Bridge Posts See Yuan Jiu Poems" Tang Baijuyi: Blue Bridge Jun returns to Japan, and I will go to Qinling Autumn Wind. Get off the horse at each post and follow the wall around the post to find your poem. Chun Xue is a witness to the friendship between Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen. In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yuan Zhen, who had been demoted for five years, returned to Beijing to enjoy the spring breeze. When he passed the Blue Bridge Post Station, he left a seven-character poem "Leave a dream for a child" on the wall of the post station. Eight months later, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou. Frustrated, when passing by Lanqiao Post Station, I read Yuan Zhen's poems. He was deeply moved and wrote this poem.