Accumulate good poems and ancient poems

The wicker is long and the spring rain is fine. The flowers are leaking and the sound is spreading. —— Wen Tingjun

Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha"

Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallow leans in the breeze-Du Fu

Han Xiao is as light as smoke, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring —— Song Qi's Jade House in Spring

Tears ask flowers silently, and the swing is red —— Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread