The most beautiful poems about February are:
1. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
2. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.
3. There is no youth in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
4. The spring breeze is mild in February, and the wheat grass is beginning to grow green all over the slopes. Mu Shu also knows that it is good to have free time, sleeping on the back of an ox and singing folk songs.
5. The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to the freezing thunder. Hearing about returning home at night makes me miss my hometown, and I feel the beauty of things as I enter the New Year. I was once a guest of flowers in Luoyang. Although the wild fragrance is late, there is no need to complain.
6. Cold Food It is dark in February this year, and the deep green woods are already smokey. Who can borrow the horses that go around the city? It’s easy to find famous gardens everywhere. But there is no need to compile the occasional poems for hanging the wine pot. Suddenly, I was startled by the sound of a crow. Who on the river was managing the abandoned fields?