1. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. Dai Shulun's Su Xiting
3. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a matter"
6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. Li Pin's "Hukou Send Friends"
7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
8. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. Farewell to my friend Chen.
9. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. Su Shi's Night Scene by the Hui Chong River
10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. The moral of Yan Shu
1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. Dao Qian's Lin Ping Dao Zhong
12. Thousands of miles of rice and flowers are beautiful, and the leaves of Wuteng Tung are the best sound. Once upon a time, "Su Road Construction, since July 25th, three days of heavy rain, autumn seedlings and Su Zuo".
13. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
14. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
15. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. Jiang Baishi's Except at Night, From Stone to Lake.
16. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? Wen Tianxiang's Jinling Post