There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Secondly,
Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young.
As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.
Extended reading: Han Yu's other classic poems
Ma said Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han had Bole, and he had a swift horse. A thousand miles away, there are not many boles. Therefore, although there is a famous horse, it is only humiliated by a slave, and pián died between Cao and Li, which is not called a thousand miles.
A horse travels a thousand miles, one bite (shí) and one stone (dàn). Horse eaters don't know that they can eat thousands of miles. This is a horse. Although it has the ability to travel thousands of miles, it is beautiful only because it has little food and is weak, and it can't compete with a regular horse at all. Why not ask it to travel thousands of miles?
If you don't follow its path, you can't make full use of your food, but you can't understand its meaning. If you stick to your strategy, you will face it and say, "There are no horses!" " Oh! Is there really no horse evil? I really don't understand horses!
Chun Xue Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Yu has no youth in the New Year, but he was surprised to see grass buds in early February.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.
Flocculation dynasty on the pond: Tang Dynasty | Author: There is no wind and no light on the pond of Han Yu, after Yang Huaqing flies away. Catkin is close to a mirror-like pond with its fiber, but it is too wet to go.
Su Rong Palace Beach Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Hao Fu Tang, the beach sounds louder. Mercedes-Benz running water looks suspicious like lightning, and the foam is as clean as frost. I woke up from my dream, only a faint oil lamp covered the round aperture, and the midnight will be over, and the light rain will send me cool. Why do we talk about language and trivial things in our hometown all night?
Other poems describing the spring rain:
Send Han Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Duan Spring Rain bloom Yesterday, autumn frost first touched the grass.
Prosperity and decline, the sun is shining, and whoever goes and lives will be old.
Look at the Han family, the high grave is gradually becoming a road.
Embrace the spring rain and listen to the spring rain dating: Song | Author: Lu you embrace and listen to the spring rain, the residual light is a little spring. The son is getting closer and closer. Where does the pavilion live?