1, "Look at Xuancheng Rhododendron" Tang Libai
Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.
One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.
Translation:
I have seen rhododendrons in Shu and rhododendrons in Xuancheng.
Once a cuckoo cries, my tears flow once and my heart is broken. Spring is bright in March, and I always talk about the No.3 bus in my hometown.
2. "The Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Tang Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Translation:
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day.
The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, heading for the distant sky.
3. "Send Spring in March" Tang Jiadao
Today is March 30th, the last day of March, and the beautiful scenery of spring is left to me, a bitter poet.
* * * Don't sleep tonight, it's still spring before dawn.
Translation:
Today is March 30th, the last day of March, and I'm leaving this bitter singer with beautiful spring scenery.
You and I don't have to sleep tonight. It is still spring before the morning bell rings.
4, "Looking at the Twilight in March in Jiangnan" Wu Song Wenying
At the end of March, the flowers fell even worse.
People hang on the moon and swing, while horses stop and shake the wind. Draw a boat on the bank.
Translation:
In late spring and March, after the flowers fall, the affection is stronger.
After people left, the swing hung quietly in the moonlight, and the horse tied to the willow tree was so tired that it screamed in the wind. There is no one on the painted boat parked on the shore.
5. How deep is the courtyard by Song Ouyang Xiu?
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Translation:
Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring.
I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.