February 2 nd Poetry Calligraphy

The calligraphy of the poem on February 2nd is as follows:

1, "February 2nd" Don Li Shangyin: February 2nd is warm in the east wind and warm in blowing sheng. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender. He has been back to his hometown for three years. He has been in his hometown for three years. The river on the new beach doesn't understand my mind, and the eaves hit by the wind and rain seem to be very loud.

2, "February 2 Sunrise Suburb" Wang Songting Xuan: When the sun was about to come out, the fog lost its feet in the rain. The sky suddenly turned into a clear mountain curtain, and the clouds still contained state stones and clothes. There are orioles in the north and south of Yancun, and purple swallows in the wheat field. Who knows this joy like Tian Jia, who whistles across from the cow?

3, "Going upstairs on February 2" Liu Mingji: It is extremely difficult to ban a person from going upstairs. Where is it possible to collect herbs in the mountains and when is it easy to take a boat on the lake? Talking to swallows through biting mud, duckweed can swim freely. Seeing that Lanting is still there, Xie Wang is less romantic today.

4, "February 2" Tang Baijuyi: On February 2, the wind was sunny and the grass buds were born for a while. Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words.

5, "February 2 Longyang Road Works" Wu Qin Dacheng: In the picturesque mountain village, there are two or three small cities. Some white lotus roots and yellow cauliflower. The grass wets the flag angle, and the willow blows the eaves obliquely. Tianjin officials are familiar with each other and pedestrians are quiet.

6. "The rain can't come out on February 2 nd." Zhang Songlei: After a long time, the mustard will be south, and the mud will not be done in the festival. I want to see the good dishes in my hometown. There are springs and windmills.

7, "February 2 is a thing" Song Fangyue: There was no flat beach in the spring tide last night, and a rain urged the color to be half-contained. The wild goose called Yuanxiao to Saibei, and Yan took the news agency to Jiangnan. If you are unhappy, you don't have to swim in the flowers, and if you are sick, you don't have to buy a medicine basket. Only answer the public loyalty to heaven and earth and teach children to make a fuss.