Huangsi Niangniang's home is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Chun xing Wu yuanheng
The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler.
Last night, the spring breeze blew away my sweet dream of homesickness. In my dream, I chased the spring breeze back to my hometown.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
In spring, I went to Jiuxiang, Rainbow, to find Meng Haoran.
In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.
The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive.
Wine company to meet each other, * * * statue.
When the cup has started, the geisha will not stop.
Liu Shenxu, Quetta
The mountain road is separated from the clouds by dust, and the spring scenery has a long history like Qingxi.
Petals come with the wind, and I can smell the running water in the distance.
In the quiet city of Jingmen, facing the winding mountain road, there is firewood and copper for reading in the depths of Liu Yin.
Every time the sun passes through the quiet Liu Yin, beautiful light shines on my clothes.