Year: Song Author: Zhu Style: Four Unique Categories: Chronology
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Everything races happily
Year: Tang Author: Ning He Style: Word Category:
Always leaves are soft, apricot flowers are bright, and painting boats is light.
Two-bath Yuanyang went out of the green pavilion and sang.
There is no wind and waves in spring, and it is half rainy and half sunny in spring.
Pink followed Nanpu late, a little affectionate.
Song of spring
Year: Song Author: Shao Yong Style: Category:
A piece of spring is just around the corner, so we must know it well.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are tiring, and the snow, the moon and the wind are all in a row.
If you can take truth as your career, how can you prevent other things from hurting metaphysics?
I am lucky to have leisure.
Wu Yong in the mountains is early spring.
Year: Tang Author: Huangfu Ran School: Category:
Grass is all over Yangying Mountain, and bloom Wuling Water. Spring scenery is the same, and people's hearts are similar.
Wing Chun
Year: Song Author: Emperor Wen of Sui School: Category:
Seeing the mountains every day, the white clouds breathe in and out, and I can never get tired of seeing them.
There is endless joy in the quiet and bright light, but it is hard to say.
Wing Chun
Year: Song Author: Shi Yannian School: Category:
Back to Yuan Yun in one breath, kindness embraces everything.
Yin and yang create the number of ends, and heaven and earth create the heart.
If you believe, you will come, if you believe, you will die, and selflessness will be ancient and modern.
The wind stirs up the legacy, and the piano turns south.
Ciyun Cui Jun Olivia Xiao Yuan Wing Chun
Year: Song Author: Style: Category:
States and counties love the people in vain, and the people have no one to rely on.
Who knows that Taiwan Province's guests are naturally from Silunge.
Thousands of green willows are raining, and a red flower breaks begonia spring.
For the time being, take the small garden as the main scene, and follow the horse and follow the road.
Send spring wine to your side
Year: Song Author: genre: category:
Now that the weather is new, let's get together and see the truth.
Looking at the log, the pond fish also sings spring.
The mountains are so wine, the geometry of the universe.
Laugh at the world and be happy with Skillen.
Ding Chou Wing Chun accidentally became
Year: Song Author: Emperor Wen of Sui School: Category:
All the branches and leaves are taught to women, and they are all red and white.
How to get a new sentence after knowing few friends since ancient times?
Not only send birds to crow frequently, but also make cranes dance.
I made the sky into a piece of paper, and it is difficult to draw February and spring in Cihu.
Zhao Ying City, Yuxue, Jin Yongchun
Year: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Yu Xin School: Category:
Send the cold to open a small garden.
Jump into the forest.
Silk strips become willows.
The smell touches people's hearts.
These flowers go well with wine.
Leave the snow to play the piano.
It's a shame to work with you.
Seeing good intentions is in vain.
Wing Chun Zan
Year: Tang Author: School of Literature: Five Laws Category:
Looking at the early plum blossoms in a leisurely way, who will plant the flower shadows for? Smoke falls with the blade, and cicadas feel spring.
On behalf of the county, Beijing-Tianjin Music and Brahman Sad Mirror Platform. Hosta wind is uncertain, fragrant steps wander alone.
Liu chuijin
Year: Song Author: genre: word category:
The weather in mid-spring is smokeless and warm. The remaining seven leaves, Dan Lu did not roll. Serene Huiling Chu Qingyuan. This is not a bear, this is wealth. Precious mist is fragrant and concise, but it is not recommended by red. The golden statue is always full, and the wine is full of thousands of years of spring. * * * Zhu Yan, meet the mayor.
Five rural miscellaneous songs in spring
Year: Song Author: Chen Xishen School: Category:
In the pastoral half spring, spring affairs care about sleepless nights.
To protect the seedbed, it is necessary to store water, cultivate vegetable gardens and make the river more levee.
Green capsules and seeds are ancient in rural areas, and green buds are before the rain.
Independent sunset is infinite, and Guye Bridge listens.
Yugezi
Year: Tang Author: Li Xun genre: word category:
Chu Shanqing, Xiang Shuilu and the spring breeze are not enough. Grass and sand, flower clusters,
The fishing boat is singing.
The letter was floating and sinking, out of control, and was fished back into the bay by the moon. Wine is full of respect, clouds are full of houses,
There is no human honor or disgrace.
Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In the blue smoke, under the bright moon,
Let's go back to the starting point of the ship.
Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books,
Don't worry about fame and fortune.
Willow weeping silk, flowers full of trees, warblers singing at dusk in spring. Canoeing from a deep pool,
Sing home slowly.
Don't hang on the ribbon any more, but also act, the lonely village refers to the clouds. Xiachangting near Shen Du,
Startled up a row of sand herons.
Jiuyi Mountain, Sanxiangshui and Lu Hua are in the autumn wind. Water, in the mountains and the moon,
A game of crossing clouds on the moon.
Drums and harps, ants and boats. Everything has no end,
Don't talk about waking up drunk.
Occasionally in spring
Year: Song Author: Hao Cheng Style: Four Unique Categories: Chronology
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the flowers follow the willows across thousands of rivers.
When people don't know leisure, they will be called learning from teenagers.
Landing in the city in spring
Year: Song Author: Genre: Four Wonders Category:
Birds are singing at the head of the city through the flowers, and tourists are walking by the water outside the city.
From a distance, where does the solitary sail go, and the smoke in Liutang is unclear.
Reflections on "Spring Rain with Red Lips"
Year: Ming Author: Style: Word category:
Full of youth, the east wind is used to blowing red.
A few cigarettes, only flowers are hard to protect.
Acacia in the dream, the king's hometown,
There is no master in spring! Where the cuckoo cries, tears are stained with rouge rain.
spring
Flowers are like new flowers in summer.
Turn to three seasons
You're still the same.
The breeze caresses your face, and the drizzle caresses your eyebrows.
Insomnia for three nights
I am a beauty.
Not pure or charming.
Concentrate for three seconds.
Be intoxicated with wine.
Come for you, stay awake for you
More than Sanqiu.
Memories smell better than cologne.
Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.
Modern Poetry] Forget about spring.
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?
First, the small forest effect in cities.
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Rain passes through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
Looking at a snow in spring
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between spring and snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Step on the threshold of spring
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
go on an outing
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
Lenovo (brand name of computer)
An old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
Who hunted the feathers of spring?
The last season to collect feathers
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky.
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
Waiting for the sunshine to come.
I guess
On a spring afternoon
Maybe there are many things.
Will be bored
Leaning against the windowsill
Look at the clouds in the distant sky.
It's crowded downstairs
Pedestrians passing by in a hurry
They all look serious.
Witness someone else's
act alone
On one side, the sky is clear.
Lyrical pigeons have beautiful feathers.
Take a pigeon whistle
Sneak in unscrupulously
Between the kite and the breeze
Cast under the awning
A powerful shadow
move
Only irregular strokes are selected.
Traces of thinking
stand someone up
Open feather channel
A bridge in the distance
Wait for a pile
Preferably a bunch.
Return to the sun
check again
Then hug them heartily.
weekend
bicycle; cycling
teeter
Tired of noise
Go to the target
(of troops) move forward.
Boiling liquid
silent
When rape blossoms are in full bloom in spring.
A swarm of bees
As the host
Come in the peak season
Lying smartly in the stamens
From the gap between petals
see with one's own eyes
Dance in the wind
spread
Exhale the depression in the chest
Put ease and comfort.
Stop at
Lailu road
outside the window
Red apricots
Naughtily
Follow the drawn curtains
Break through the wall
A strong fragrance
Mix with brewed wine
Kaori fainted a busload of people.