Jasper dressed up as a tree with ten thousand green silk threads hanging down.
I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Su Shi, Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
Yulouchun Songqi
Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Gone with the wind grows up and hates less pleasure. I would like to love a daughter and smile.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
The park is not worth going to.
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.
Chunyouhu Xufu
When will the swallow return, and the peach blossom on the shore will be dipped in water.
The bridge is broken in the spring breeze, and the ship leaves Liu Yin.
Bai Juyi, peach blossom in Dalin Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know how to turn to it.
Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
South of quatrains
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Du Fu, a unique flower explorer by the river.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
Wandering butterflies always dance, while charming yinger just cries. ]
Su Xiting Dai Shulun
The grass grows on the Suxi Pavilion. Who will stop on the east wind for twelve days?
The eaves of the house don't return to spring late, and the apricot blossoms are cold and misty.
Enjoy spring
Spring breeze caresses cheeks, and peaches and willows praise the beauty of spring.
Spring poems are sung in the room, adding a few words to spring.
Du Fu, who is hot in Spring Festival travel rush
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light.
In spring, the days are long and the males are far away.
In early spring, he became Han Yu of the Ministry of Water Resources.
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.
A Moonlit Night on the Spring River
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Chunzhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
If you wait for the spring breeze, it will always be spring.
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Liu Yuxi, a poet in spring
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden.
Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
Li Chunyu shangyin
When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.
The two red mansions were cold and covered by rain, and Zhu set off Deng's ups and downs and returned alone.
Spring thinking Li Bai
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Spring's resentment against Liu
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Du Fu in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Du Fu kept vigil in the left courtyard of the palace.
The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night.
In early spring, Prime Minister Lu of Jinling visited Du.
Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.
Suddenly an old song played, and I was homesick.