Poems describing spring:
"Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of orioles are singing in the green river, and the wind is blowing with wine flags in the water villages and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
"Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you are pregnant and return home, it is the time when your concubine is heartbroken. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
"Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The flowers are hidden in the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping and passing by. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky.
I don’t sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade. There will be a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night?
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Farewell to the Ancient Grass Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass grows in Lili Yuan, and the grass dries up every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I sent the king and grandson off again, feeling sad and full of farewell.
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" by Tang Bai Juyi
To the west of Jia Pavilion in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
"Lovesickness" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
"Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
"Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
With new makeup, it is appropriate to face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard. When I walked to the atrium and counted the flowers, dragonflies flew onto the jade and scratched my head.
"Ode to the Willow" by Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up to a tree height, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Outside the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
"Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty
The orioles sing and the swallows announce the New Year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, next to the city, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, while the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.
"Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
"Boarding at Guazhou" by Song Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
"Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The beautiful day brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
"Quequatrains" Song Dynasty Monk Zhinan
A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
"A Visit to the Garden Isn't Worth It" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the door of the small buckle firewood cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
"Spring in the Jade House" by Song Qi from the Song Dynasty
The scenery in the east city is gradually beautiful, and the wrinkled ripples welcome guests. Outside the green poplar smoke, the morning light is cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring.
I hate the lack of entertainment when I grow up, but I am willing to love a thousand gold and smile lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.
"Southern Expedition in Early Spring to Friends in Luozhong" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Chu is a thousand miles away, so why would a traveler take credit? Traveling geese meet in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall.
Spring comes and grass grows by the river, and flowers bloom on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year.
"Spring in the Jade House" Song Xin Qiji
I want to persuade spring to live in front of the wind, but spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city. The flowers do not fall with the water, but become floating catkins on the mud.
The stars in the mirror are wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.
Famous lines describing spring
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water. (Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring")
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is surrounded by deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of spring river water. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River")
My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the wind from the willows is not cold on my face. (Zhinan's "Quatrains")
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow")
The garden is filled with spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
("Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It")
It is easy to recognize that spring is always spring when facing the east wind. (Zhu Xi's "Spring Day")
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? (Wang Anshi's "Boating the Boat on Guazhou")
The clouds rise out of the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring. Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to the green apple.
The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are light. The sun is long, the male bird is alone, the spring is far away and the bush is alone
The snow disappears outside the door and the mountains are green, the flowers are blooming and the river is sunny in February
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The weather is annoying and spring is overcast
The cool spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantly but welcome
The spring is late, and the plants and trees are luxuriant. Cang Geng chops and chops, and picks Qi Qi.
Spring grass grows in the pond, and the willows in the garden turn into songbirds.
The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital.
Looking up close, it seems to be invisible. Absolutely victorious; far superior.
I sleep in spring without waking up, and hear birds singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Who said that the heart of an inch of grass can repay three spring rays. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song")
Red beans grow in the southern country, how many branches will they sprout when spring comes? (Wang Wei "Acacia")
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen (Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain")
The wild fire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow again. "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn (Li Shen's "Compassion for the Farmers")
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation (Du Fu). "Spring Hope")
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers (Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai")
I don't know who cuts the thin leaves in February. The spring breeze is like scissors (He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows")
The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden Is Not Worth It")
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The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
When the king returns home, it is my concubine who is heartbroken.
The spring breeze does not recognize me. Curtain?
The gentle breeze does not move the leaves, and the drizzle does not touch my clothes. When I enter the building, it is like mist, and the horse is like dust flying.
A sudden rain last night, God's will to save things, why Things are most telling, and the grass in the empty garden is struggling to come out.
Oil clouds suddenly rise from the east, and the cold rain continues miserably. It is like washing away the dirt and dust on the face, like being bathed in ointment. Thousands of kettles are moistened, and thousands of leaves are green. .
At the end of the wash, the spring color is not very moist, and the flowers are dyed without leaving a trace.
After a night of rain, everything springs up.
The small building listens all night Spring rain, apricot flowers were sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.
The spring veins are moistened with earth and paste, and the mountain scenery is dim and heavy during the day.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need for slanting wind and drizzle Return. ——Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"
My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind is not cold on my face. ——Monk Zhinan's "Queju"
It's raining in Weicheng. The dust is light, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Send the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
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I lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier comes into my dream. ——Lu You, "A Storm and Rain on November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu, "Spring." "Night Rain"
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close - Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai"
Seven or eight stars in the sky. , It rains in front of the mountain at two or three o'clock. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River"
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and there are people on the road. Want to die.
——-Du Mu's "Qingming"