Poetry in spring is beautiful and short.

Poetry of Spring is as follows:

1, spring is late and flowers and trees are growing. The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely. -"The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Driving"

2. In the middle of spring, Yang and Fang. -"The Biography of Qin Shihuang"

3, Jiang Mumu breeze, blowing my clothes. The green robe is like spring grass, and the grass is long and comfortable. -Han Yuefu folk song "Ancient Poem Jiang Mumu Breeze Sent"

4, Lan Ruosheng Chunyang, winter is still prosperous. -Han Yuefu folk song "Ancient Poetry Lan Ruosheng Chunyang"

5, Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. -"Long Songs"

6, the wind is fragrant in spring. -Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Three Dances of Jinbaiqi"

7. Spring flowers are more charming and spring birds are more sad. The spring breeze is full of love and fascinates me. -Jin Yuefu folk song "Midnight Four Seasons Song Haruka"

In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color. -Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Yu Zhu"

9. Green fields, high rocks and white clouds in the Spring Festival Evening. -Xie Lingyun in Southern Song Dynasty "Entering Peng Li Hukou"

10, spring grass grows in a long pond, and garden willows become songbirds. -Xie Lingyun's Climbing the Pool Upstairs in Southern Song Dynasty

1 1, Jiangnan has nothing to do, chat and send one. -During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Lu Kai's "Gift to Ye Fan"

12, noisy bird language covers Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian. -South Xie Liang article "Go to Sanshan to Wangjing at night"

13, the message is that it will be sunny in Los Angeles, and spring will double next year. -Don Du Shen Yan's "Spring in Beijing"

14, white clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and plums and river willows are in the wild in spring. Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color. -Don Du Shen Yan's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling"

15, I don't know who to cut, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang He Zhang Zhi