Poems about late spring

Late Spring

[Tang Dynasty] Xue Neng

I hate the scenery so much that I hate being a skinny person every year.

Lying at night has never left me a good night, I am so passionate that I just want to cry in the end of spring.

Apricot leaves can only penetrate the sun when it is overcast, and poplar flowers are already polluted by rain.

I know that there is an infinite future, but I am just worried about being a soldier.

Late Spring

[Tang Dynasty] Wei Zhuang

The flowers bloom as if they are rich at first, but the flowers fall as if they are poor at first.

Nothing is as good as wine, but I love spring at all times.

E'e Qin's bun is the god of Luochuan.

The wind and the moon should smile at each other, and you will get drunk and sick every year.

Late Spring

[Song Dynasty] Wu Dongming

The red yeast and green yeast have become thinner and fatter, so why is the cuckoo urging it back?

Before I left the beautiful scenery, I even picked up the pot and wine glass and put it on the green.

Late Spring

[Song Dynasty] Lu You

Don’t laugh drunkenly in front of the flowers and fall into a turban, letting the old man watch another spring.

The nest-seeking swallows often pass through the house when they are ripe, and the bees are noisy and do not avoid people.

The lambs and pigs in Chumiao have just dispersed, and the bamboo shoots and ferns in Jishan are trying new things.

You must know that you can live up to your time, and you can live freely in the south and east.

Late spring

[Song Dynasty] Wang Anshi

In spring, the remaining leaves are dense, the flowers and branches are few, and there are many tea cups and sparse wine cups when sleeping.

Leaning against the screen and scratching my head, I sit with a bed full of hairpins and books.