Du Mu
Thousands of miles of yingti are green and red, and
Shuicun Mountain Guo is full of wine flags.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties,
How many towers are in the misty rain.
In early spring
Han Yu
The rain in the sky is crisp, and
The grass color is near at a distance, but there is nothing.
It is the best benefit of one spring, and
it is absolutely better than the smoke and willow.
Chun Si
Li Bai
your grasses up north are as blue as jade, our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
and at last you think of returning home, now when my heart is almost broken.
breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, why part the silk curtains by my bed??
two poems about Huai
Li He
Changqing Huai Maoling, green grass hanging down the stone well.
Play the piano and watch Wen Jun, and the spring breeze blows your temples.
the king of Liang and emperor Wu abandoned it like a broken stalk.
just leave a simple book, and the golden mud is on the top of Mount Tai.
Second,
Write a book every day, and you will be surprised by the frost.
Laughing in the mirror is the Nanshan period.
there is no towel on his head, and the bitter tiller has dyed his clothes.
if you don't see Qingxi fish, you should drink properly.