A relatively upward poem in March in Yangchun

1, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

2. In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

3, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

5, winning the day to find the waterfront, boundless scenery. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

6. Spring grass is green in Wan Li, and the border town leaves home at sunset. After three years at sea, don't send paper books between clouds.