Poems about spring
"Spring Dawn"
Tang Meng Haoran
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.
"Ode to the Willow"
Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
To the west of Jia Pavilion in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is eastward, with green trees and white sand embankment.
"Early Spring in the East of the City"
Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow.
If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.
Part 1 of "Huichong Chunjiang Xiaojing"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
"A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"
Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the door of the small buckle firewood cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
"Spring Day"
Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.
"Recalling Jiangnan? Jiangnan is good"
Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can we not remember Jiangnan?
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will we visit again?
I recall Jiangnan, and then I recall Wu Palace.
A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with hibiscus.
See you again sooner or later?