Poems praising early spring.

Poems praising the early spring

Spring is a city with a slight chill.

spring breeze is like wine.

the east wind works well as a messenger of yang, and every grass meets flowers.

many branches are easy to fall one after another, and the tender buds should be discussed carefully.

after ten miles in the spring breeze, the wheat will be green.

the spring breeze rises in Jianghan, and the frost was removed last night.

the wind is crimson, and the green leaves are covered with branches.

the forest is wet with swift, and the water is long with wind and green.

There is little frost in the evening of the Lunar New Year, and the vegetation is known in the spring.

when will the east wind come from Luoyang, and Liu Chun will return to Sichuan and Bo 'an.

just like the spring breeze, it blows off several flowers at night.

the color of snow invading the mausoleum is still day lily, and there are wickers in the leaking spring.

The tidbits of Susu are late, but the red pigment of Fifi is light. The day is long and the male birds are far away in spring.

it's always spring.

a light rain sprinkled with fragrant dust makes a pleasant spring.

Yan Yan comes, where is Wen Chun? Only the pond is beautiful.

Swallows don't come back late in spring, but it's a rainy day and apricot blossoms are cold.

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which is the prophet of duck warming on the riverside. The beach was full of wormwood, and the asparagus also began to sprout, and the puffer fish was about to swim against the current, from the sea back to the rivers.