Spring City is full of flying flowers.——Han Yu
The red apricot branches are full of spring.——Song Qi
The east wind blows and the eyes are full of spring.——Li Congratulations
When spring comes, all things in the world are fresh.——Feng Menglong
When spring comes, the grass and trees in the world are known.——Zhang Shu
The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be contained, a branch of red Apricots come out of the wall. - Ye Shaoweng
When the sun rises, the river flowers are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. - Bai Juyi
The spring breeze turns green on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ?——Wang Anshi
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.——He Zhizhang
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.——Su Shi< /p>
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.——Liu Yuxi
There is no need to go to the eastern suburbs, spring is among thousands of households.——Lu Daoyue< /p>
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
Melancholy, a tree in the east column is covered with snow, how clear life is.
Deeper in the middle of the moonlight night People, the Beidou is straight and the South Dipper is tilted.
The spring water is green in the sky, and the boat is sleeping listening to the rain.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
< p>Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.Try to stand on the transcendental stage to see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers.
The east wind knows that I want to travel to the mountains, and it blows away The sound of rain accumulating on the eaves.
In the heart of spring, don’t let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild road.< /p>
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward
I lay on my pillow for a moment in a spring dream, traveling thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Life itself. There is love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Follow the wind Sneak into the night and moisturize things silently.