The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense. ——Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. ——Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
The wind in the willow garden is quiet, and people sleep in the daytime, and people who sleep in the daytime are in the quiet wind in the willow garden. ——Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Hui Wen Xia Guiyuan"
The lotus leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year. Listen to the sound of frogs. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night"
The clear breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south tower is always cold. ——Huang Tingjian's "Ezhou Nanlou Calligraphy"
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. ——Su Shi's "Two Poems of Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain·Part 2"
Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. ——Wang Wei's "Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang Works/Autumn Return to Wangchuanzhuang Works"
A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. ——Su Shi's "Spring Night·A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold"
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. ——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Hands"
The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. ——Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
The green birds on the river are more than white, and the blue flowers on the mountains are about to burn. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Back then, I refused to marry the spring breeze, but I was misled by the autumn breeze for no reason. ——He Zhu's "Bitter Heart·Willows Return to the Pond"
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. ——Su Shi's "Evening Scenery on the Spring River in Huichong/Dawn Scenery on the Spring River in Huichong"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray! ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming"
Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees were in front of the diseased trees. ——Liu Yuxi "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I can't forget the beauty I have in my heart. ——Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"
The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is rich. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao·Part 1"
It's spring before I realize that I am reading, and every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. ——Wang Zhenbai's "Two Poems of White Deer Cave·Part 1"
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. ——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone, and the sky and the earth are gone. ——Li Yu "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The gurgling rain outside the curtain"
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. ——Huang Chao's "Ode to Chrysanthemums in the Empress of Budi"
Shuo Feng is like a meaning, and it is easy to destroy. ——Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossoms"
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents Outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water / Early Spring Light Rain / Early Spring"
Spring is late in the lonely empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and the door is closed. ——Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment"
It is easy to recognize that spring is always spring when facing the east wind. ——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. ——Zhang Ruoxu, "Spring River Flowers on a Moonlit Night"
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms/Plum Blossoms"
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with the fragrance of roses. ——Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. ——Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"
Red tears secretly shed, and the spring breeze filled the eyes with everything wrong. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"
The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. ——Li Bai "Listen to the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night/Listen to the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night"
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. ——Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi's "Boating at Guazhou"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"