Spring City is full of flying flowers.——Han Yu
The red apricot branches are full of spring.——Song Qi
The east wind blows and the eyes are full of spring.——Li Congratulations
When spring comes, all things in the world are fresh.——Feng Menglong
When spring comes, the grass and trees in the world are known.——Zhang Shu
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, a branch of red Apricots come out of the wall. - Ye Shaoweng
When the sun rises, the river flowers are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. - Bai Juyi
The spring breeze turns green on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ?——Wang Anshi
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.——He Zhizhang
Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a duck prophet of the warmth of the spring river.——Su Shi< /p>
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.——Liu Yuxi
There is no need to head towards the eastern suburbs, spring is among thousands of households.——Lu Daoyue< /p>
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
Melancholy, a snow tree in the east column, life can be seen so clearly.
Deeper in the middle of the moonlight night People, the Beidou is facing the south and the south is slanting.
The spring water is blue in the sky,
Draw a boat and listen to the rain and sleep.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me? Also.
It’s easy to recognize that in the east wind, spring is always spring with a thousand colors.
Try to watch from the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers.
There is no spring in the heart. ***The flowers are blooming, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat on the wild crossing.
I lay on my pillow for a while, in a spring dream, and traveled to the south of the Yangtze River. Thousands of miles.
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.