About poems describing spring: "Send Spring" by Wang Ling of the Northern Song Dynasty. In March, the remaining flowers have fallen and bloomed more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day. Zigui is still crying for blood in the middle of the night, and he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back. Xue Angfu of the Yuan Dynasty wrote "Chu Tianyao Leading across the Qingjiang River". He intended to send the spring back, but had no intention of staying in the spring. It will come again next year, why should we go back after a break? Peach blossoms also relieve sorrow, and dots of red jade float in the air. My eyes are so far away that I can't see the way back to spring. If there is love in spring, spring will be more painful, and time will be spent in darkness. The mountains outside the Sunset Mountain are crossed by the spring water. I wonder which place is the residence of spring? Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents Outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most wonderful thing about spring is that the emperor's capital is filled with smoke and willows. Wang Ya's "Spring Outing Song" of the Tang Dynasty. Thousands of apricot trees by the river, a new wind blooms all night. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves. "Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. There is no youth in the new year, and I am surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so the flowers fly through the trees in the garden. "Spring Transport" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are red and light. The day is long and the male bird is alone, and the spring is far away alone. "The Fragrance of the Courtyard" by Qin Guan of the Northern Song Dynasty. The mountains are covered with light clouds, the sky is sticky and withering grass, and the sound of drawing horns cuts off the Qiaomen. Pause the expedition and chat about sex to lead Li Zun. How many old events in Penglai can only be looked back in vain, filled with mist. Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and flowing water surrounds the isolated village. When the soul disappears, at this moment, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided. He won the brothel, but he survived in name. When will we see you again? There are crying marks on the sleeves. From the injured place, Gaocheng can be seen, and the lights are already dusk. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the green river, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Yancao is as green as silk, and Qin mulberry has low green branches. When you are pregnant and return home, it is the time when your concubine is heartbroken. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain? "Spring Outlook" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The flowers are hidden behind the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping and passing by. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky. I don't sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade. There will be a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night? "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. At night, all the clouds are dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When one leaves the original grass, the grass grows dry and prosperous with each passing year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell. "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment. "Lovesickness" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will grow when spring comes. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. When sleeping in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. "Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. It is better to go down to the Zhulou with new makeup, and be locked in the spring scenery and worry in the courtyard. When I walked to the atrium and counted the flowers, dragonflies flew onto the jade and scratched my head. "Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Early Spring Presents the Water Ministry Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" Tang Hanyu The light rain on the street is as moist as a crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. "Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are prophets of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty. The orioles sing and the swallows sing to announce the New Year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, a city on the upper floor, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian. The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran. "Boarding at Guazhou" by Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty. Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again? "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty. The beautiful sun finds its beauty on the shore of Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors. "Quequatrains" Song Dynasty Monk Zhinan A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and tributary help me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold. "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty Ying Lian's teeth are stained with green moss, and the door of the small button firewood cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. "Spring in the Jade House" by Qi Song Dynasty The east city gradually felt that the scenery was beautiful, with wrinkled ripples welcoming guests. Outside the green poplar smoke, the morning light is cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring. The floating life hates the lack of entertainment, but the love of a daughter is willing to smile lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. "Early Spring Southern Expedition Sends to Friends in Luozhong" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The beauty of Chu is thousands of miles away, so why would a traveler bother to take credit? Traveling geese meet in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall. In spring, the grass along the river is blooming, and the flowers are blooming on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year. "Spring in the Jade House" Song Xin Qiji Before the wind, I want to persuade the spring to live, but the spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city. The flowers do not fall with the water, but become floating catkins on the mud. The stars in the mirror are already wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.