What are the poems about the vernal equinox?

When describing the vernal equinox, ancient poets often take rain and peaches and plums as the content to express a state of mind. The following is the vernal equinox poem I compiled. Welcome to read!

Spring Equinox

The sun and the moon are sunny, and the birds are not afraid of peach blossoms.

Since then, the chicken has stood up, and the lover in Sichuan has put a kite.

Spring Equinox

Xu Xuan in the Five Dynasties and the Early Song Dynasty

On the fourth day of mid-spring, spring scenery is in the middle.

Green fields go around the moon, and clear clouds are intermittent.

I still swallow, and the flowers have fallen.

The tall buildings are late and the songs are inaudible.

Stealing magnolia in the rain at the vernal equinox

Xu Xuan in the Five Dynasties and the Early Song Dynasty

There will be light rain at half past the vernal equinox, but no one will see the branches and calendars in chaos.

Looking at the horizon, the spring mountain is full of yarn.

Burning people are just cold and afraid of listening to feelings.

Maybe in this life, I took the grass for an outing by mistake.

Snow after the vernal equinox

Song sushi

Snow enters the vernal equinox, which is rare to see. Half-opened peaches and plums are invincible.

I should be ashamed of my knowledge of plum blossoms, but all I can think about is Liu's words.

Step on the sand

Song Ouyang xiu

Rainy scenery, vernal equinox weather.

Let a hundred flowers blossom.

Draw a pair of Liang Xinyan, and the jade cage parrot sleeps alone.

Ficus pumila is against the wall, and strawberry moss is all over the floor.

There are some beautiful songs in the brothel.

Suddenly, old things came to my mind. I was silent and frowned.

Although Dong Jun is good at preserving things, it will be a new clever machine.

Today's creation is particularly unpredictable. No matter how warm it is, you should leave a royal wax coat.

Cold Food and Song Title Huangmei Linjiang Post

Song Cui Rong

The vernal equinox comes from Huaibei, and cold food crosses Jiangnan.

Suddenly I saw Xunyang water, and I suspected it was Songjiatan.

It is better to be a wise master than a lonely minister.

Yao Si's hometown is a stranger, and peaches and plums are all over the world.

Awakening of the Four Wonders

At the spring equinox, the rain falls lightly, and the slanting wind on the Liu 'an sends guests home.

The northern season is late, and I knew there was green waist fat.

Vernal Equinox and Gentleman's Banquet Thirty-four Lu Langzhong

Don Wu Yuan Heng

The southern state banquet is hospitable and friendly to old relatives.

The moon is red with tears, and the flowers smile at the bald people.

Spencer often complains, and Joan won't let spring.

Listening to songs in the middle of the night, peaches and plums have new makeup.

The nearest flower

Song Geshengzhong

After the vernal equinox, spring will be over.

Thousands of torches and flowers are going to stay in spring.

A clear song is correct.

Where is the aftertaste going?

Advise Chunchun not to talk every day.

The red air is steaming. Look at the peach trees.

Talented people talk more about five drums.

Let's just watch the wind and rain.

Tong zi long ci gong Xiao yin

Songyuan Shuo you

I'm drunk when I'm old. I don't know if it's sunny outside.

Xi thinks that guests come with pots and idlers come to the wine side.

Try to climb Taoyingkou on the mountain road, and the city flows like grass.

The vernal equinox spent a lot of time today, but I feel nothing better than last year.

Youth journey

Songduanshi

It's dusk when the small building returns to Yan.

Loneliness locks the high door.

Breeze and drizzle, precious flowers and vernal equinox.

There was no atmosphere in the drawing room, and Luo Zhang covered the rest of the crimson wax that burned for the first time.

Affectionate don't blame Wang Sun.

Let's get lucky as long as we follow you.

Painted in spring, the scenery by the stream has vernal equinox.

Song Zhong Bing

The scenery by the stream has always been the vernal equinox. Painting room misty rain dusk.

A wisp of water sinks and smoke rises from the furnace. Drunk and respectable.

Dance sleeves shake back the snow, and the sound turns to clouds.

How many times can the world smell? Prime Minister, don't be angry.