Looking for March, the scenery is absolutely adjacent.
Birds fly to the village to get sleepy, and fish play in the water to know spring.
Chuqingshan's yard is noisy there. -Don Weber's "Midspring Suburb"
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang He Zhang Zhi
At the gate of Yiyang, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the water flows from east to west.
Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain. -Tang Lihua, improvisation in spring.
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.
This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
-Tang Du Fu's Two Poems