Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. —— Su Shi's "Evening Scene of the Spring River in Huichong"
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? ——Wang Anshi's "Mooring on Guazhou"
The spring scenery is so full that the garden cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ——Ye Shaoweng's "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"
Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees were in front of the diseased trees. ——Liu Yuxi "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen.
—— Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"