Poems on spring

Yongchun snow

wei yingwu

Pei returned to Xiaoxue's side, as if cherishing this sunny day.

If you don't realize the wind and flowers are cold, Meiliuchi will be late.

Jiangnan spring

Du Mu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

spring

Chu Hsi

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Early spring, Zhang, a member of the Ministry of Water Resources, the first part.

Han Yu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

In Chuzhou, Xixi.

wei yingwu

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

The Willow

He zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Early spring in the east of the city

Juyuan Yang

The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.

If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.

In the third year of my life, I sang the wind of spring, and Yang sent Chang 'an Willow.

Yuan Zhen

The three-day spring breeze has been affectionate, which is a pity for people's heads.

Frequently report to Chang' an willow, don't cherish the soft sound of the branches.