After the orioles and swallows fly apart, the pear blossoms are pale pink and thin.
All the pear blossoms have fallen, all the poplar flowers have flown away, and spring has become haggard.
Spring water fills the surrounding areas, and summer clouds have many strange peaks.
The pear blossoms in Danyue come from dreams to lace the verandah.
The desert is rustling, and the fragrant and frozen pear blossoms are raining.
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
On this day last year, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
There is no wheat rice in the Tang Mausoleum in the Han Dynasty, but there are pear blossoms in the mountain streams and wild paths.
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is gone, and people in Tingzhou have not returned.