In the Song Dynasty in April in the countryside, green rolls are all over the mountains and white Manzhou, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. In the village of Qing Dynasty, the cauldron grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. In early spring, Han Yu, the light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks almost non-existent from a distance. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. 〖Translation〗 It is raining lightly in the Imperial City, soaking the earth softly. The grass has emerged from the ground. It looks light green from a distance, but there is nothing up close. The most beautiful scenery of the year is this early spring scenery, which is far better than the late spring scenery of Beijing with smoke and willows all over the city. 〖Comments〗The first two lines of this poem describe the scenery, one line describes the light rain, and the other line describes the color of the grass. After careful observation and comparison, the author vividly describes the characteristics of the early spring scenery in Beijing. The last two lines are lyrical. The author believes that the scenery in early spring is much better than that in late spring, which expresses the author's praise of Shuya. ----------------------- Poems for children - "Xugongdian, Suxin City" Yang Wanli The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet fallen. Negative. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. Children's fishing Hu Lingneng's disheveled child is learning fishing, sitting sideways with strawberries reflected on his body. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored. What I saw was Yuan Mei, a shepherd boy riding an ox, whose singing shook the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut. The tall cauldron grass in the village is full of orioles flying in the February sky, and the willow trees are brushing the dike intoxicated by the spring smoke. Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind.