What are the poems praising "infinite spring scenery"?

Praise "infinite spring scenery" poem is:

1,

spring

Song: Zhu

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.

2.

Lyrics of willow/willow branches

Tang Dynasty: 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.

3.

Jiangnanchun

Tang Dynasty: 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.

4.

Niaomingjian

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

5.

This park is not worth visiting.

Song Dynasty: Ye Shaoweng

Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Spring translation

The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya.

Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

Translation of "Liu Yong"

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently.

Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.

Translation of Jiangnan Spring

Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of waterside villages.

There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.

Translation of bird watching flow

Spring night, silent, sweet-scented osmanthus, gently falling. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty.

The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.

It is not worth visiting a garden.

Perhaps the owner of the garden was worried that my clogs would trample on his precious moss and tapped Chai Men, but no one came to open it for a long time.

But the spring scenery in this garden can't be caged after all. Look, there is a pink apricot flower on the wall.