Poetry describing spring scenery
Yong Willow (He Zhizhang)
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Quatrains (Du Fu)
Two orioles sing in the green willows, a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky, the window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers (Du Fu)
Huang Si’s maiden’s house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
It’s not worth visiting the garden (Ye Shaoweng)
You should pity the teeth of the clogs and the green moss, and the small buckle of firewood will not open for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Recalling Jiangnan (Bai Juyi)
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi (Wang Wei)
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and green. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River" (Su Shi)
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Yu Gezi (Zhang Zhihe)
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Spring Day (Zhu Xi)
The beautiful day brings beauty to the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
Jiang Nanchun (Du Mu)
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran)
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen
quatrains (Du Fu)
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late day, and the flowers and grass are fragrant in the spring breeze. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
A happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei)
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.