Acacia of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei
when those red berries come in springtime and flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
grass by Bai Juyi
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.
sweet they press on the old high-road, and reach the crumbling city-gate.
o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.
A Dream of Spring Du Fu
though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief.
after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more.
Meng Jiao
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji
frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang at midnight to the passenger ship.
"Wuyi Lane" Liu Yuxi
There are weeds at the Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
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The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
"a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou" Li Bai
An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
In Wang Changling, the moon was closed in Qin and the people on the Long March were not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain.
why should Qiangdi blame the willow? The spring breeze doesn't pass Yumenguan.
He Zhizhang
Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Yellow Crane Tower Cui Hao
where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark, with a mist of grief on the river waves.
"Qingming Festival" Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Spring Dawn Meng Haoran
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.
Thoughts on a Quiet Night by Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou Chen Ziang
where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?.
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end was alone in tears.
Li Bai, Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
All the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone for leisure.I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
When weeding in the afternoon, sweat drips down the soil.
but every grain of Chinese food is hard.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, and spring happens.
sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.