Vernal Equinox Day
[ Tang] Xu Xuan
On the fourth day of mid-spring, spring scenery is at the midpoint. The green fields wander around the moon, and the clouds are intermittent on sunny days.
Swallows are all over the place, and flowers have fallen in succession. The tall building is late, and the singing is not audible.
Seven Wonders
At the vernal equinox, the foot of the rain falls quietly, and the oblique wind on Liu 'an brings guests home.
When the season is late in the north, we can see that there is green waist fat early.
"Stealing Magnolia"
It's raining in the spring, but the flowers on the branches are chaotic. Looking at the horizon, the spring mountain is full of yarn.
people who are anxious are not bothered by the cold, and they are afraid of hearing the situation. Perhaps in this life, I mistakenly took the former grass for an outing.
Youth Tour Du Anshi
It's dusk when the small building returns to Yan. Loneliness locks the high door. Light wind and drizzle, precious flowers, and the vernal equinox. There is no mood in the painting hall, and the first burning of crimson wax, Luo Zhang covers the rest. Affectionate don't blame Wang Sun. Be fickle and obedient.
Ge Shengzhong, a butterfly lover
Spring is past the equinox. Thousands of torches and flowers, intended to stay in spring. A clear song is correct. Where the lingering rhyme goes. Every day, I advised Chunchun not to talk. The red air is steaming, and look at the peach trees. Talented people talk more about five drums. Let's just watch the wind and rain.
the spring is late, and the flowers and trees are flourishing. Oriole birds heartily show off the singing, a beautiful country girl leisurely picking Artemisia. -
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Chuche and Song Zhiwen's Cold Food Topic Huangmei Linjiang Post 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's hard to call a wise master, but it's not as good as chasing a lonely minister. Yao si's hometown is a stranger, and peaches and plums are in full swing.
the painting hall is in the middle of the spring, and
the scenery by the stream is in the vernal equinox. Painting hall misty rain dusk. Shen Yi wisps of water smoke in the furnace. Drunk and honorable. Dancing sleeves are swaying back to the snow, and the voice is turning to the clouds. How many times can the world smell? Prime minister, don't be angry