Yuan Mei’s pinyin for the ancient poem "Spring Breeze" is as follows:
Pinyin: chun feng ru gui ke, yi dao bian fan hua. lai sao qian shan xue, gui liu wan guo hua.
Old poem: The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, it becomes prosperous as soon as it arrives. Come to sweep away the snow from thousands of mountains and return flowers from all over the world.
Translation: The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and the place it visits immediately becomes prosperous. When the spring breeze blows, it melts the snow on thousands of mountains and leaves behind the fragrance of flowers from all over the world.
Introduction to the author: Yuan Mei, a poet and essayist in the Qing Dynasty, was named Zicai and Jianzhai. In his later years, he was known as Cangshan layman, Suiyuan master and Suiyuan old man.
Poems about the spring breeze
1. There are many spring breezes, but you are too busy to grow, and the long-lasting lace willows are unprofessional. Working with the swallows, the bees make honey, and then the light rain blows and then the weather clears. Just like the spring breeze blowing away each other, blowing and breaking a few flowers at night.
2. Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the breeze from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and green. Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival. The autumn wind blows thousands of miles across the land of hibiscus, and the dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village.
3. At Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. The wind and rain are blowing for a few days, and it is even more painful to live away from others. Peach blossoms bloom in clusters without owners, lovely deep red and light red.
4. The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, and is called by the oriole again. The spring breeze is as clever as scissors, cutting willows first and then apricots. A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
5. Bees and butterflies are crossing the wall one after another, suspecting that spring is coming next door. The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, when the green willows are only half yellow.
Reference for the above content: Baidu Encyclopedia - "Spring Breeze"