Ancient poems describing spring sunshine

1. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are fast. Selected from "Nineteen Ancient Poems: Lines and Lines" by————

2. Flying to the Qianxun Pagoda on the mountain, I heard the rooster crow and saw the sun rising. Selected from - "Climbing Feilai Peak" by Wang Anshi

3. When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles. Selected from Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 5"

4. The sun is rising in the sea and the night is left, and the spring in the river is entering the old year. Selected from - Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

5. Take your time when you have nothing to do, and when you sleep, the sun is already red outside the east window. Selected from - "Autumn Day" by Cheng Hao

6. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains. Selected from Wang Wei's "Returning to Song Mountain"

7. In late spring in March, the Wu Gorge is long, and the bright clouds float and the sun shines. Selected from Du Fu's "Ji Shi"

8. At dusk, the east wind sings and the birds complain, and the falling flowers are like people who have fallen from a building. Selected from Du Mu's "Golden Valley Garden"

9. The morning sun is no longer shining, and the day is suddenly dark in the west. Selected from Ruan Ji's "Eighty-Two Songs of Love"

10. The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, and where are the people? Selected from - Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le·The Sunset Melts Gold"

11. The White Emperor's farewell speech among the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day. Selected from Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"

12. The peach blossoms on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are scorching as the sun rises, and tall willows hang high all around. Selected from - Jiang Yu's "Huanxi Sand·Shandilan Light Water Patching the Embankment"

13. The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.

Selected from - "Wulingchun·Spring Festival Gala" by Li Qingzhao