Poetry about waiting for spring 1. Ancient poems about grass and spring.
Ancient poems describing spring
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How many fallen flowers are there?
Ancient poems describing spring
Liu Yong (He)
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Ancient poems describing spring
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes.
The wind blows its mouth at night;
Moisturize things silently.
Dark clouds filled the wild lane;
The fire of a river boat is unique.
Dawn sees saturated red;
Flowers weigh heavily on Jinguan City.
Ancient poems describing spring
Guanniaoxi (Wang Wei)
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
It rings in the spring stream.
Ancient poems describing spring
Qingming (Du Mu)
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Ancient poems describing spring
Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi)
The world in April is full of beauty,
Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found,
I don't know how it got like this.
Ancient poems describing spring
Late spring (Han Yu)
The grass knows that spring will come back soon.
All kinds of red and purple hit Fang Fei.
Huayang has no talent for pods,
Just to solve the problem of heavy snow.
Ancient poems describing spring
In early spring, he became a member of Zhang (Han Yu) of the Ministry of Water Resources.
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is far and near, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than a city full of smoke and willow.
Ancient poems describing spring
Chun Xing (Wu Yuanheng)
It's cloudy,
All the flowers fall to see the songbirds.
The spring breeze caused homesickness overnight.
Follow the spring breeze to Los Angeles again.
Ancient poems describing spring
Tituchengnanzhuang (Cuihu)
On this day last year, in this door,
Peach blossoms set each other off in red.
People don't know where to go,
Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Ancient poems describing spring
Jueju (Du Fu)
Later that day, Jiang,
Spring breeze smells of flowers and plants.
Muddy swallows,
The sand warms the sleeping mandarin duck.
Ancient poems describing spring
Looking for flowers by the river (Du Fu)
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers crushed the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft and soft. The oriole sings.
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) In the early morning of spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken and how Jasper dressed up as a tree and hung with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In early spring, the Ministry of Water Affairs showed 18 members. Tang Hanyu Wanshu is an apricot tree by the river, and the new night wind opens. Full of shade, shining in the green waves. Four ancient poems describe that the rain in the street in spring is crisp and the grass color is far and near. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
Yongliu (He) Jasper adorns trees, and all green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem describing spring, knows that in rainy season, when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, and everything is quiet. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Ancient poems describe spring and birds sing.
Ancient poems describing spring
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How many fallen flowers are there?
Ancient poems describing spring
Liu Yong (He)
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
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Qingming (Du Mu)
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi)
The world in April is full of beauty,
Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found,
I don't know how it got like this.
2. Ancient poems describing grass and spring.
Farewell to the grass/the ancient grass of Fude
Bai Juyi
Grass comes and goes with each season from the beginning.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
In Chuzhou, Xixi.
wei yingwu
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Dawn of spring
meng haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
The Willow
He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. The mood of poetry waiting for spring
The rain hasn't come yet.
It is too early to be shocked.
The world is still steep.
This is such a cold season.
Spring has poured into my frozen blood
The heat flow makes me breathless.
Hold hands.
Face to face
Support and warm each other.
Waiting for the spring in full bloom.
A large number of mountains
Still standing upright
Wanshui
Still in a hurry
Between trees
Birds crow, birds crow.
I hold you.
Go forward and look forward to the arrival of spring.
4. I long for a poem "Waiting for Spring"
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The rain hasn't come yet.
It is too early to be shocked.
The world is still steep.
This is such a cold season.
Spring has poured into my frozen blood
The heat flow makes me breathless.
Hold hands.
Face to face
Support and warm each other.
Waiting for the spring in full bloom.
A large number of mountains
Still standing upright
Wanshui
Still in a hurry
Between trees
Birds crow, birds crow.
I hold you.
Go forward and look forward to the arrival of spring.
Xin xiting (1907- 1974)
5. Urgently ask for a poem "Waiting for Spring"
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6. Is there a poem like Waiting for Spring?
What does similarity mean? I understand it as association. I think of two poems by Pompeii. The smell of snowy night and wind: Who did I send away on snowy night? That white rose is scattered all over the floor! At dawn, I finally found a small room to keep out the cold. Who is the soul mate? The regretless snow in the night wind brushed my face and blew away my name. When I went into the crowd to look for her, far from home, there was only a strange face left in the clang of wheels at night. Last year's cold kiss whirled the girl's tender fingertips under the street lamp, learned to appreciate the hug in the heavy snow, retreated to the snow, retreated to the crystal snowflakes and snowdrifts, and retreated to the dark corner. Who taught her, beautiful and frightened eyes? Who suppressed her tenderness before dawn? The snow of pity beats against the window of the night, biting and crazy like a human being. Oh, what year is this year? Where is it? Who did I send away on a snowy night? That white rose is scattered all over the floor! At dawn, I finally found a small room to keep out the cold. Who is the soul mate? The regretless snow in the night wind brushed my face and blew away my name. When I went into the crowd to look for her, far from home, there was only a strange face left in the clang of wheels at night. Last year's cold kiss whirled the girl's tender fingertips under the street lamp, learned to appreciate the hug in the heavy snow, retreated to the snow, retreated to the crystal snowflakes and snowdrifts, and retreated to the dark corner. Who taught her, beautiful and frightened eyes? Who suppressed her tenderness before dawn? The snow of pity beats against the window of the night, biting and crazy like a human being. Oh, what year is this year? Where is it? The smell in the wind has the smell of loneliness, the smell of souls who don't want to wake up in the streets in the morning, the smell of trucks in dense fog, and the smell of drivers smoking behind the car hopper. The smell in the wind is the smell of disappearing crying, the smell of leaving your loved ones and becoming unfamiliar, and the smell of unclear words-like searching for images on a broken TV. There are also ancient rain buildings in the wind, the smell of people stepping on them, the collapsed courtyards with snow, and an unknown crying well in the plum wind last winter. Girls travel quietly. Because of the dazzling sunshine, sadness has increased sharply ... and the smell of drifters in the wind, the lost homes on the swift, the smell of wheat on the eve of the storm and the smell of construction sites: electric lime, cement mortar and sand-the smell of migrant workers shouting in front of the elevator has been forgotten. The smell of living alone. The smell of self-abuse has the smell of remorse, the smell of a criminal who was nervous before he was arrested, the smell of lovers looking for each other's thoughts, the smell of a scholar who went to the library to find information, and the smell of clergy at the end of the corridor. The lovely book around me ... smells of clouds in the wind, the wooden lattice windows of old houses, the smell of books on the shelves after they stopped writing, the smell of incandescent bulbs closed indoors, and the leaving guests stopping on the stairs-a painful thought that lingers. ...
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7. Look for modern or ancient poetry in spring.
Early Spring (Wang Yizhen) Campus Literature The Mao Mao rain in spring makes the young trees shine; Some new buds, like bird beaks, pecked the young trees itch.
Two new leaves arched out the soil, saying it was light green goose yellow; Like two twinkling eyes, watching the fresh world and dreaming. Pick up a stone and throw it out, it will become a butterfly and fly; Open a page of the book and listen. You can hear every word turn into a bee singing.
Tadpoles swim in the pond, beautiful as freckles; When summer comes, there must be frogs croaking and singing in front of and behind the house. Spring ripples in my heart, it lingers in the winding path; The kite in spring carries a piece of sunshine, and the pace of spring is always so hurried.
Pick a leaf to make a flute to stagger the spring; When I walked into the room and shook my sleeves, I actually threw out the fragrance of the land.