(Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
The smell of hoofed birds is everywhere.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
Liu Yong (He)
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Guanniaoxi (Wang Wei)
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
It rings in the spring stream.