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Classical poems about the vernal equinox 1
Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang' an Flower will see you one day.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Classical poems about the vernal equinox II
Wing Chun style
Don
Moving the earth and reaching the sky won't hurt anything. Where do you live with high feelings?
Support the birds to fly to the sky and destroy Huayang's madness.
Around Guiyueming, thousands of households have passed, the sails are clear, and the night is spent in Sanxiang.
Although the solitary cloud is unintentional, it is used to teach the emperor.
Classical poems about the vernal equinox 3
spring breeze
Tang Bai Juyi
The spring breeze begins with plum blossoms in the garden, and the first time is cherry blossoms, apricot blossoms, peach blossoms and pear blossoms.
In that deep village, the spring breeze came to me.
Classical poems about the vernal equinox 4
spring breeze
Li Tang xian Yong
Di Qing is affable and likes to brag about his world. It is better to be different, but it is difficult to be the same.
It takes no effort to mow the grass, but it takes effort to spend the rock. Riding for 30 years, drifting to Yushan.
Classical poems about the vernal equinox 5
The nearest flower
Song Geshengzhong
After the vernal equinox, spring will be over.
Thousands of torches and flowers are going to stay in spring.
A clear song is correct.
Where is the aftertaste going?
Advise Chunchun not to talk every day.
The red air is steaming. Look at the peach trees.
Talented people talk more about five drums.
Let's just watch the wind and rain.
Classical poetry about the vernal equinox 6
Huatangchun
Song Zhong Bing
The scenery by the stream has always been the vernal equinox. Painting room misty rain dusk.
Plumes of smoke came out of Shen Yi's furnace. Drunk and respectable.
Dance sleeves shake back the snow, and the sound turns to clouds.
How many times can the world smell? Prime Minister, don't be angry.
Classical poetry about the vernal equinox 7
Cold Food and Song Title Huangmei Linjiang Post
Song Cui Rong
The vernal equinox comes from Huaibei, and cold food crosses Jiangnan. Suddenly I saw Xunyang water, and I suspected it was Songjiatan.
It is better to be a wise master than a lonely minister. Yao Si's hometown is a stranger, and peaches and plums are all over the world.
Classical poems about the vernal equinox 8
Vernal Equinox and Gentleman's Banquet Thirty-four Lu Langzhong
Don Wu Yuan Heng
The southern state banquet is hospitable and friendly to old relatives.
The moon is red with tears, and the flowers smile at the bald people.
Spencer often complains, and Joan won't let spring.
Listening to songs in the middle of the night, peaches and plums have new makeup.
Classical poetry about the vernal equinox 9
Tong zi long ci gong Xiao yin
Song Yuan said friends.
I'm drunk when I'm old. I don't know if it's sunny outside.
Xi thinks that guests come with pots and idlers come to the wine side.
Try to climb Taoyingkou on the mountain road, and the city flows like grass.
The vernal equinox spent a lot of time today, but I feel nothing better than last year.
Classical Poetry on the Equinox 10
Six Early Ages at the Equinox —— Huailiang Zhu Jin
Qing-Zhao Qingxi
Thin wine is slightly tipsy. Crystal pillow, hugging because I miss you.
It's stormy, people were sick last night, and today is the vernal equinox.
Pity him. Cover the door. It is expected that the pear blossom dream will be stacked.
Six Windsor, two red candles and a dusk.