Poems and ancient poems about April

The poem about April is as follows:

1, peach blossoms outside the bamboo, duck prophet of Chunjiang plumbing.

2, Jiang, the Six Dynasties were like a dream. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

3, the grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi

Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. -Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers"

5, the spring tide comes late and the rain is urgent, and there is no boat in the wild.

6. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

7. Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds. -Xie Lingyun's Climbing the Pool Upstairs in Southern Song Dynasty

8. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

9, it is silent, and it was cold in the Ming Dynasty. Lonely, tomorrow is cold food day. I always take a pot of wine to the bridge near my lover's residence. I'm afraid I'll leave an autumn. Swallows fly and ask the light, only the water in the pond knows. -Jiang Kui's "Yellow Willow"

10, rain and dew from the east wind will make people feel full of spring.

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April day on earth, beautiful and elegant wading, graceful, clear and shallow, floating, makes you smile. The lingering music lights up the mood of the past, and the crescent moon knocking on the window lattice is still like an affectionate flower. White clouds play the dance music of the soul, and the blue sky rolls up pure dreams.

If the season is like this, the vegetation is not green, the flowers are not blooming, the sun is not poisonous, and the cold wind is no longer cold. Between desolation and prosperity, I vaguely saw the growth and stubbornness of life. It doesn't flood but it has nothing to do with cold and cheerlessness. All good things exist with an impartial and just right attitude.