1, on the Jiang Shui every year, the spring is empty. Everything in the world is selfless, and there are declines in the mountains. The dead cow is innocent, and Meifa Jinghua cannot be trusted. A few pieces of flying snow still linger, and all the neighbors in the village call it the New Year. -Song Lu You's beginning of spring Day 2. The east wind blew away the snow in the plum shoots, saving the spring on earth overnight. From then on, Yangchun should have feet and the spirit of flowers and grass. -Bai Song Yuchan "beginning of spring" 2, Kethleen clusters of green and red, has made Huajian a trade wind. I dreamed that the new snow in Xiechi was exhausted, and it was warm and rainy. -Yue beginning of spring 3. Color wins spring floating temples, leaning on the bar and smiling to ask the east wind. Green willow eyes are different from plum blossom faces, and dyeing Yang is different from harmony. -Song Shishu's "beginning of spring" 4, leek seedlings are fragrant to cook cakes, and wild people don't know spring. Look at the mirror like zhi, and look at people by leaning on the floor. -Song and Huang Tingjian's beginning of spring 6. Chunxiao Lingqi painted an oblique tail, and Han officials waited for the morning glow. There are no colorful trees in the palace, so don't wait for the east wind to make flowers. -Song Song's "Qi beginning of spring"
Second, the poem about rain 1, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Yu's Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring, Volume 1, Volume 2. The world has been as thin as yarn for many years, who let the riders in Beijing. Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. -Song Luyou "The Beginning of Spring Rain in Lin 'an" 3. When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams. Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away. -Tang Li Shangyin "Spring Rain" 4. I took time to see flowers yesterday, but it rained today. The world is like rain, and Mo Aifang is wet at the front of renewal. -Tang Duqun "Spring Rain" 5. The spring rain is as fine as dust, and the wicker outside the building is yellow and wet. Wind oblique embroidered curtain, screen window cold blue. The beauty casually put up the lantern and leaned against Yao and Se Se, with tears streaming down her face. But on the purple sweet, ask Liaodong news. -Song Zhu Dunru, "Good things are near, and the spring rain is as fine as dust."
Third, poems about fright.
1, the wind and frost are early and the warm weather is urging. There is no snow in the poor winter and thunder in the first month. When a snake came out, it scared the grass away. Idle guest square inch, still like cold ashes. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Listening to Thunder" 2. The pine sounds like waterfalls in the middle of the night. I remember sitting in Xizhai. After a drum of light thunder pierced, the light rain fell in the sky of plums. I don't smile after thinking about the river, but I am disappointed when I return from Fujian. Who knows what this means? A new green window is waiting for the cuckoo. -Song Shu Yuexiang's "Poems of Huai Gui Yan Feng" 3. The crimson account is empty, and the rain falls suddenly. It's past the day of fright and I haven't heard the sound of insects. Going out at night, floaters, tinnitus next to work. The mountain god plays the poor and invites them to meet at night. -Lu Songwen's "Rainstorm" 4. Children don't laugh, they are old people, and lakes and seas rejuvenate. A thunderous, earth-shattering, earth-shaking Hong Jun. The scales and streams are colored, and the willows shake the dust. I wanted to go to Lanting, but I went back. I smiled and finally felt ashamed. -Song Luyou's Spring Boat