The ancient poems describing the spring scene include:
1. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world! ——Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Spring Scene"
2. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold east wind keeps the willows from slanting. ——Han Hong's "Cold Food"
3. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
4. The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hoofs are so bad that he can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. ——Meng Jiao's "After Admission"
5. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. ——Du Fu's "Quequatrains: Two Orioles Singing in the Green Willows"
6. The orioles singing thousands of miles away reflect the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
7. The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. ——Han Yu's "Late Spring"
8. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"
9. The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows on the bank are drunk with the spring smoke. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
10. It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors. ——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
11. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn't return home in the middle of the spring. ——Zhang Ruoxu, "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"
12. I always regret that I can't find a place to return to spring, and I don't know where to turn. ——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
13. When spring comes, peach blossoms are everywhere, and you can't tell where to find the source of immortality. ——Wang Wei's "Journey to Peach Blossoms"
14. Pingping has been curling up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom shoots are in early February. ——Du Mu's "Farewell One"
15. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
——Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou"