Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. -Long songs, ancient poems of Han Yuefu.
In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color. -Yu Zhu, an ancient poem by Jin Yuefu.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring is the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs"
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. -Tang Hanyu's Late Spring
It is spring breeze, spring rain and spring flowers; I look at Jiangnan, and I look at Jiangbei. I see waves in the sky. -Huang Songting Zhang's Yuan Yuanming's Ziyou in Ji Yun.
March in Spring is a good poem.
Four scenic spots of West Lake
Song author: Cheng Anren
The weather is new in spring and March, and the beautiful scenery in the lake is spring.
A boat full of Luo Qi and Zhao Dance left Caiyun.
In May, the lotus girl in the lake smiled at the lotus.
The beauty face reflects the waves, and the thin sleeves and light skirts are exposed to the wind.
Autumn is fragrant and fragrant, and new makeup is applied at the beginning.
Mid-autumn moon shines in two phases, and the jade pot is bright without fiber.
In winter, frosty and snowy days, mountains and trees are connected.
The thin snow and the grass in the distance cover each other as if there is nothing.
A hundred years of manpower is exhausted, and the scenery is endless at four o'clock.
Peach blossom in autumn garden
Song author: okra
Peach blossoms bloom in the autumn garden in August, and a few branches are cold and dark.
The north wind blows you cold, who will see if you are wrong?
There is a bright moon under the wall, so the garden deceives and pesters you.
Why not hide the Englishman and wait? It's spring and March.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Ouyang xiu
How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
lily magnolia
stretch
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Say goodbye to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Author: Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.