Are there any poems describing cuckoo, spring and vast territory?

Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.

One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.

Cuckoo cries, bamboo spots are like blood.

How touching * * *, I'd better say goodbye to it!

There are azaleas in Xichuan but not in Dongchuan.

There are no azaleas in Fuwan, but there are azaleas in Yun 'an.

I have been to Jincheng to build a house by the water.

There is a hectare of bamboo with towering trees.

At the end of spring, the cuckoo came and mourned.

I often worship, but it is the soul of the ancient emperor.

Give birth to a bird's nest, and a hundred birds dare not be angry.

Still feeding his son, if the ceremony is supreme.

Hongyan and Lamb, courtesy is too old.

Fly to your knees, know life as gratitude.

The ancient laws of the sages have been passed down to later generations.

You look at birds and birds, but you still know cuckoo.