Poetry that spring has come.

Poetry of Spring is as follows:

1, spring touches my hometown, suddenly sees the scenery and recalls two Beijings. Jingu treads flowers and rides in, Qujiang grinds grass stalks. Who is drinking green wine all night, where is the red chamber sleeping blind? A unique sleepless drunk, sitting in the ancient city after the cold spring.

2. Spring is late and flowers and trees are growing. It is cold and light after the rain, fragrant and soft before the wind, and pear blossoms are warm in spring. Wind scatters flowers, rain drags spring dust.

3. Sell flowers and buy a spring. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.

4, Songhua wine, spring water fried tea. The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring.

5, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.

6, a piece of spring sorrow is waiting for wine, the boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is upstairs. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.

7, the clouds want to dress beautifully, and the spring breeze blows the threshold. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

8, spring rain and flowers, spring flowers move mountains. Swallow and fly, where is Wen Chun? Only the pond is green.

9. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in 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. There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river.

10, Han Xiao is lighter than Populus deltoides, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues.