Zhu in the Southern Song Dynasty
Winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, the boundless scene is new for a while.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
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Poets in Tang Dynasty. The word Jingshan was later renamed as 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.
Changgexing
HanYueFu
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
In early spring, Zhang and other 18 members of the Ministry of Water Affairs were present.
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.
Two Late Scenes along the Hui Chong River.
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.
The buds of Artemisia arenaria are very short,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Jueju
Southern song dynasty guide monk
A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,
This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.
Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,
Blowing your face is not cold.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Birdsong stream
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.
In Chuzhou, Xixi.
wei yingwu
Alone, pitied by grass and streams,
There is an oriole singing in the tree.
The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and urgently,
Wild crossing, no boat crossing.
In that endless white, from time to time, a large area of azaleas flashed, red as fire, crimson as chardonnay, quiet as purple and elegant as white, adding a lot of interest to this world wrapped in white.
Lotus is blooming brightly, like a shy little girl, blushing and dancing for tourists with the gentle wind.
Blooming chrysanthemums are bathed in moonlight, and the wind blows them into happy smiles in their sleep.
In autumn, the grass takes off all its clothes and gives it to the earth without stint, so that the earth can nourish everything more powerfully.
Dewdrops twinkle on the grass one by one, and the silver light twinkles, like stars in the sky, jumping there one by one.
In that golden autumn, the color of Gracilaria lemaneiformis turned golden yellow, and white seeds were flying all over the sky like catkins and reeds.
The cliff is covered with pine trees and Gu Teng. Their rough skins are like copper shells, and their branches are like dragon claws, like natural and ingenious bonsai.
This tree may not be very beautiful, but it is surrounded by bright red leaves, like many hands clasped together, and like a flame gathering into a flame, dispelling the coolness of late autumn.
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone.
The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green. Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple. It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on branches, and pear flowers are blooming.
All kinds of wild flowers also woke up, only to see them spread out, hold their heads high, and rush to indulge in full bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own beauty and dedicate themselves selflessly to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs. Agree 1| Comment