The Northern Song Dynasty Imperial Order "Send Spring"
Residual flowers bloom, and small eaves are swallowed day by day.
Zi Gui still cries blood in the middle of the night, so he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back.
Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Chun Xue by Tang Hanyu
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.
Tang Du Mu's Poem "Jiangnan Spring"
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying green reflects the great river, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine flags the wind.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Spring outing in Qiantang River Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Poetry in Spring Yuxi, Liu Tang
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden.
Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
Liu Yong Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Song Sushi, Hui Chong Riverside Night Scene.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Chun si Tang Huang fu ran
Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away.
I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single.
Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?