The ancient poems about spring are very simple.

1[ Tang] Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

2[ Yuan] Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha Chun"

The spring mountains are warm and cool, and the pavilions and curtains are dry.

Willow swings the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

3[ Tang] Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan Good"

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

4[ Tang] Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

5[ Song] Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

6[ Song] Ye Shaoweng's "Garden is not worth it"

Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

7[ Song] Zhu's Spring Day

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

8[ Song] Cheng Hao "Occasionally in Spring"

There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river.

At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal.

9[ Tang] He's "Liu Yong"

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

The early spring of 10[ Tang] is in the east of the city.

The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.

If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.