It is necessary to indulge in drinking while singing during the day. Youth is a companion for returning home. (Du Fu's "Wen Guanjun Takes Henan and Hebei")
The spring breeze is so proud that the horses' hoofs are so bad that they can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. (Meng Jiao's "After Admission")
In April, the rain suddenly clears up, and the weather in Nanshan becomes clear. (Sima Guang's "Early Summer in Guesthouse")
The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped yet. (Xie Lingyun's "Traveling from Chishi into the Sailing Sea")
It was already dusk when I woke up from the wine, and when I woke up it was already dusk and I returned from admiring the flowers. (Qin Guan's "Flower Appreciation")
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. (Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night")
The lotus leaves in the sky are clear and blue, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun. (Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple")
The clouds are light and the wind is gentle. It is almost noon, and the flowers and willows are crossing the Qianchuan River. (Cheng Hao's "Spring Comes Together")
The sharp spring breeze blows away the drunkenness and is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. (Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo")
It's as vast as Feng Xu riding the wind, but doesn't know where it stops; it's as fluttering as if it's left alone in the world, emerging and ascending to immortality.
(Su Shi's "Ode to the Former Red Cliff")