Poetry about spring. Don't be too familiar, just want that kind of niche, elegant and refined.

Spring in Jiangnan

Tang Dynasty/Li Bai

How long can youth last? Birds sing in spring.

People in the world, I don't know where to go home, wandering, white-haired.

The shadow lingers in Chu month, but the heart flies to Qin Yun.

This body is particularly brilliant, and the countryside has long been deserted.

It's the end of the year. Where should we go? Sing Long song se bekin's song.

Suxiting

Tang Dynasty/Dai Shulun

The grass grows on the Suxi Pavilion. Who will stop on the east wind for twelve days? ?

Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.

South Lake in Early Spring

Tang Dynasty/Bai Juyi

The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling.

Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.

The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.

It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

Chun Xing (Wu Yuanheng)

The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler.

The spring breeze blew out the dream of homesickness all night and drove it to Los Angeles.

Crossing Xiangjiang River

Tang Dynasty/Du Dynasty

Lamenting the past in the garden, the sight of birds singing in spring triggered my sadness at the border.

I pity those who fled south from Beijing alone. I envy the water of Xiangjiang River, but you went to the north!