The ancient poems on spring night are as follows:
1. Spring Night - Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The sound of singing can be heard softly on the balcony, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.
Spring Night: Spring Night. The ancients called night "xiao". In Su Shi's view, spring nights are so precious, because the flowers exude the intoxicating fragrance and the moon also has the beauty of hazy shadows. Deep in the balcony, wealthy people are still singing and dancing, and the gentle singing and wind music are still diffused in the intoxicating night. The night was already very late, and the courtyard with the swing was already silent.
"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold" has become a famous saying that has been passed down through the ages. Later, people often used it to describe the transience and preciousness of beautiful scenery.
2. Spring Night—Yu Shinan of the Tang Dynasty
The spring garden is full of moonlight, and the bamboo hall opens at night. Frightened birds line the forest, and wind and flowers come across the water.
Everyone loves to visit the garden in spring, but Yu Shinan likes to visit the garden in spring night. In the spring garden, the bright moon lingers, and the poet walks under the moonlight. The noise frightens the birds in the forest, and they fly away through the forest, while the fragrance of flowers is sent far away across the spring water. With the lively shadows of birds and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, a beautiful and romantic world appears in front of readers.
3. Early Spring Resent·Spring Night—Qing Dynasty·Gu Taiqing
The willows are slanted by the wind. At dusk, people are quiet, and crows sleep peacefully. The short candle burns out, the long watch is finished, and the small seal script is added. The windows of the red building are not closed. Hidden by a wisp of spring traces. There is light smoke, the courtyard is melting, and the moon is in the pear blossoms.
It was late at night, and it was quiet outside. Except for the swaying of the wind, it seemed that everyone was asleep, but the hostess could not help but feel resentful and sat alone with the lamp. Unable to relieve my sadness in the house, I had to look out the window, but under the hazy moonlight, mist filled the air like light smoke, and the moonlight shone lonely on the pear blossoms, still feeling desolate.