Poetry about spring

Liu Yuxi's "The New Makeup of Spring Poetry Should Be Below Zhu Lou" deeply locks the sadness of a hospital in spring. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. Li Choi Wha Business in Spring When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the White Gate City where I can't go. The two red mansions were cold and covered by rain, and Zhu set off Deng's ups and downs and returned alone. Spring thinking Li Bai, you are like jade in the north, and I am a mulberry with green branches. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? Spring resentment willow screen window sunset dusk, no one sees tears in the golden house. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Jin Changxu, get rid of the orioles and get rid of all their music from the trees. They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp. Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The hope of spring Du Fu, though a leopard cannot change his spots, has a long history of mountains and rivers. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. The Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling opened a peach well last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain. Erotic Palace resents Du Xunhe and Zhimei's misfortune and wants to go back to the mirror. Ok, ok, not on the pretty face; Finally, in order to please who, ask me to decorate. The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. I really miss my female companion in Yuexi Hu Sha every year; Song laughed and picked hibiscus casually. In the left courtyard of the palace, Du Fu's flowers are covered, the palace is darkened, and birds are chirping as a habitat. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight. I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night. The prime minister of Jinling, Lu Zeng, traveled in Du Chun, only to be shocked by the beautiful scenery of Yongxin. The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving. Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color. Suddenly an old song played, and I was homesick. On the third day of March, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking by the Chang 'an River. Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure. Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. Recalling Jiangnan Bai Juyi-Tang Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We will meet again sooner or later. Yulouchun in Song Dynasty-Song Qi in Dongcheng gradually felt the beautiful scenery, with wrinkles and ripples to welcome guests. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Gone with the wind grows up and hates less happiness. I wish to love a daughter and smile, and hold wine for you to persuade the sunset, leaving a late photo in the flowers. It's not worth going to Ye Shaoweng's park-in the Southern Song Dynasty, you have to pity your teeth and seal your fur, and Chai Fei won't leave for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. In the early spring, he was an 18-member of the Ministry of Water Affairs [Tang], and Han Yu planted apricots by the river to create a new night wind. Full of shade, shining in the green waves. [Tang] Du Fu knows when it rains and when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Du Fu's mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. [Tang] He Biyu disguised himself as a tree, and ten thousand strands of moss hung in a tapestry. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In the spring [Song], Zhu Shengri asked for the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scene was new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. Dengguazhou [Song] Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? [Song] In January, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded and send warm entered. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. The monk knows that the southern ancient trees shade the short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. In the Tang Dynasty, the poet "Early Spring in the East of the City" in Juyuan Yang coincided with the Spring Festival, and the green, willow and yellow were half uneven. If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out. The spring breeze in Xinghua Village in February blew willows, which messed up my heart. It is expected that this kind of sadness will happen every year, and we will still meet after the storm. Apricot blossom wine is in apricot blossom village, and it's stormy. I didn't see Hongyan's letter, but Iraqi tears kept flowing. (He) Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silks. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (Han Yu) The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is far away. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. (Du Mu) During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Su Shi) Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. 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. When will the swallow fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees. (Zhu) Winning the sun to find the fragrant shore, the scenery is new for a while. Spring, Tang Xin, spring, sadness and emptiness, I stretched out my hands, what I lost and what I caught. Reading like a saint in a cold cabin can't save me. Long-term loneliness makes people crazy. I imagined the person I was going to kill next. In fact, I prefer to be a happy hooligan, wearing a hat and whistling around in a broken car. Maybe I should roar. Maybe I should lie down and have a good sleep.