Two poems describing the spring breeze, spring rain, spring grass and spring flowers.

spring breeze

He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I wonder who cut the thin leaves.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Du fu's quatrains

Later that day, Jiang,

Spring breeze smells of flowers and plants.

Muddy swallows,

Sleeping mandarin ducks on the warm beach.

spring rain

Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"

Weicheng is drizzling,

The guest rooms are green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine,

There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Lu You's The Storm of November 4th

I don't feel sorry for myself in a remote village.

Think about keeping the wheel platform for the country.

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,

Iron horse glacier dream.

Cao Chun

Say goodbye to the ancient grassland

Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

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.

Du Fu in Spring

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Flowers in spring

Xiao Chunmeng Haoran

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

I wonder how many flowers have been broken.

Tread lyrics Liu Yuxi

At dusk, Jiangnan smells bamboo branches.

Southerners are happy and northerners are sad.

Ever since I sang a new song in the snow,

Until the end of three spring flowers.