What poems describe the Spring Festival?

1, Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Translation:

Going to the north of Gushan Temple and the west of Jiagongting, I stopped for a moment and looked up, but I saw the water level rising and the white clouds drooping, which was beautiful. A few orioles, scrambling to fly to the sunny tree, whose swallow brought spring mud to build a new nest? Colorful flowers, almost charming eyes and green weeds just covered the horseshoe. The scenery in the east of the lake is unforgettable, and the most lovely thing is the white sand embankment hidden by Populus davidiana.

2. Jiangnan Spring

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. ?

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

Translation:

Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of waterside villages. There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.

3. Spring Day

Song: Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Translation:

The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

4. Spring on the lake

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and chaotic peaks are scattered around the checkpoint. There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon.

Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.

Translation:

Spring in the West Lake is like an intoxicating landscape painting. The lake surrounded by mountains on three sides is as clear as a mirror. On the peak, pine trees are densely covered, and Feng Wan, Qian Shan is green. A full moon reflected in the water, like a pearl, crystal clear, jumping and floating.

Early rice was born, like a huge green carpet covered with thick velvet thread; Puye cloak, like a girl's ribbon ball. A landscape painting with fresh style was presented in front of us, and the poet could not help admiring the scenery of the West Lake. Spring is so beautiful that the author is reluctant to leave Hangzhou and return to Beijing. Half the reason is that he can't bear to part with the picturesque West Lake.

5. "Beautiful Spring"

Ming Dynasty: Wang Shouren

With the forest gradually calming down, there are not many people on the mountain who can go to Xue. The spider silk hanging in the air is flying with quiet squid, and Bai Niao can be seen far from the stone road.

Sometimes I miss my old friends in the mountains, and how many times I dream of the cave of wisteria in the fog. The clothes were covered with dust, and finally, the well reached Caihe and water chestnut by the lake.

Translation:

The spring under the forest is beautiful, the wind is getting quieter, and there is not much residual snow on the mountain. Ran Ran, the spider silk hanging in the air, fluttered quietly and saw Bai Niao flying over the stone road in the distance. Suddenly I miss my old friends in the mountains, and how many times I dream of vines wrapped in fog at the mouth of the cave. The dusty clothes will eventually be changed, so that we can pick lotus and water chestnuts by the lake.