Do folk songs and Jian 'an poems in Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties describe spring?

Jin Changxu, get rid of the orioles and get rid of all their music from the trees. They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp. In Xinghua village, the spring breeze in February blows the willows, confusing many troubles. It is expected that this kind of sadness will happen every year, and we will still meet after the storm. Apricot blossom wine is in apricot blossom village, and it's stormy. I didn't see Hongyan's letter, but Iraqi tears kept flowing. When will you come back in a hurry? The grass is full of sadness. Look down at the water flowing east, look up at the sky, and watch the geese fly south. Waving is already tearful. May the spring breeze be pleasant. Spring breeze is charming, and this ecstasy is the same as spring. * Lingshan Island has been picturesque for 20 years, drawing a new world with colored strokes. How beautiful is the weather? How much love blooms in spring? Love turns into the sea of Wang Yang, surging in my heart. It used to surge to the end of the world, but now it is surging to the sky. When I was sent to sail, it was the day when flowers bloomed. The bonfire is burning with childlike innocence, and the smoke is filled with Ling Yunzhi. I also called you in my dream, and only the things in the world woke up. Looking back on the voyage, Wang Yang is as clear as blue. How many storms has Zuo experienced? How much generosity no longer exists? How many feats, a dream? How much is a glass of wine? Now I make a thousand wishes and sprinkle them on the long river. I don't want to be with you, but I want to be with you. * When can Liu's song be sung? Affected Wan Liyun in the sky. Clouds used to be swallows, but now everyone is a dreamer. Where do you want to find snow? Float catkins to offer sacrifices to the fragrant soul. Sacrifice the fragrant soul for another spring, but there is still no green silk skirt. Climbing to the pool and going upstairs, Xie Lingyun of Wei and Jin Dynasties filed in, with a graceful posture, and Hong Fei sounded in the distance. Clouds are ashamed of Yunfu, and rivers are deep. It is difficult to enter morality and wisdom, but it is difficult to return to the field. Poor sea, lying empty forest. I was lying on the pillow, ignorant of the season and climate, and I took a temporary peek. Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open. At the beginning of the scene, the wind direction changed, and the new sun became old and cloudy. Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds. Qiqi hurts the song and feels the sound of Chu. It is easier to live forever than to live alone. Holding exercises is not unique to ancient times, and there is no sign of boredom today. Xie Lingyun, who entered the mouth of Lipeng Lake in Wei and Jin Dynasties, was tired of swimming and staying in the water, which was difficult to talk about. Waves and rapids rushed into the island, immediately split in two, one suddenly turned sharply, and crashed into cliffs, snow waves and waves, more condensed and rushing down. Along the way, sometimes by moonlight night, listen to the sad apes, wet dew, and enjoy the fragrant grass; Sometimes in the early morning, it's near spring and wild, green and vast, far and high, and white clouds gather. I want to rely on the quiet scene at night to participate in this meditation. But day and night, Chao Si thought about it and was still puzzled. Climb the cliff and look at the stone mirror, and pull the leaves into the loose door.