Spring poems and pictures

1. In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray! ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming"

2. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence"

3. The begonias have not yet rained, the pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring has rested. ——Wang Yu's "Eye of Beauty·Willow Silks Made Gentle"

4. The wind suddenly picks up and ruffles a pool of spring water. ——Feng Yansi's "Visiting Kinmen: The Wind Rises"

5. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Two Poems from Liangzhou·Part 1"

6. An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling from the Yellow Crane Tower"

7. The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. ——Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

8. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. ——Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night in Luocheng"

9. The flowers have faded and the red and green apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people.

——Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Spring Scene"