Li Bai, a poem about spring.

Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. -Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao Yi"

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients. -Li Bai's "Ask asking for the moon for Wine, Old Friend Jia Chunling"

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. -Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"