Modern Ouyang He Jiang
Just as the rose is the reddest in all blood, it will become darker in the black wound, preventing the world from being held high or hung down on the left arm, because holding hands is not spring. Just as the flame turns whiter in white fear, it will turn green in the eyes of dying people, not because of hatred, but because of hatred.
spring
Ju Hee Song
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
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.
Boarded Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
In early spring, member of Zhang Shui Department (I)
Tang hanyu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
This park is not worth visiting.
Burning Weng with pine leaves
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
Two Late Scenes by the Hui Chong River/Two Small Scenes by the Hui Chong River.
Song sushi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Jiang Nanchun, thousands of miles of Yingying sing green and reflect red.
Don Dumu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
spring
Modern naye
Being fanned further by the bee's little wings, I like its singing praise and implicit prayer for dewdrops to shake. The first butterfly flew out. It likes flying over the winter for peach blossoms and standing in the same place. Its body is still wet in its dry feathers. From spring to winter, I have been staring at the yellow leaves.
Birdsong stream
Don
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
spring
Modern Shi Sheng Mao
I'm almost talking about it, but it's still a little bud. Whether spring will stabilize you or not, I almost want to say these little joys, but they are only my trance-like thoughts. I can't rush into spring for no reason. Savage poetry is too bad, disturbing the soul, but also disturbing the soul.
Chunjiang moonlit night
Don Zhang Xu Ruo
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? At the beginning of the month, Jiang Yue took pictures of people.
Rural residence
Qinggaoding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
spring
Modern Zhao Ye
My imagination has dried up, my arms are drooping, and I can't stand the softness of spring. I saw a book with a black cover, which reminded me of the decay of history. Every tree in my memory is rustled by the wind: how futile my work is, my words are simple or firm, and my life is a real chestnut I have experienced.
Moonlit Night/jathyapple
Tang Liu Fang Ping
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
spring
Modern Han Guoqiang
Yes, in spring, I buried my regret in the bud like a small scar, and used my youth to open up new soil and heal the wound, just like the moment of my surprise: I was allowed to get out of my illness and stay in the shade of flowers where I slept with regret in the twilight, and my young conscience was deeply touched by the night watchman's eyes.
Set the storm, don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest.
Song sushi
On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back is always bleak.
Two quatrains
Don du fu
One is the beauty of mountains and rivers in the spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers and plants. Muddy swallows,