2. Paper flowers are flying like snow, and charming girls are swinging from side to side. Five-color Luo skirts sway in the wind, making butterflies fight for spring return. -Zheng Qing Banqiao "Huaiwei County"
3, the grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Ding's "Village Residence"
4. The bamboo horse washed away and the paper kite roared. -Song Luyou
5. Only rely on the wind and bones, not fake feathers. The red line flies, and there is a way to Qingyun. -Qing Wu Youru's poems with pictures.
6, accompanied by children's pants pleated red, holding clues to swear. Everyone praised you for coming early and owed me a kite. -Clear sky Ren Shang
7, it is difficult to sleep, and the name is not enough. When you are old, you will know the way to be happy. Kites and bamboo horses will play with you. -Lu You's Book of the Country.
8. With food to cook, paper kites and bamboo horses watch the children play. However, the official is not horizontal, that is, when singing and dancing in the village. Lu you's interest in spring
9. Looking at children's backs, Qingming decoration is the most suitable. Don't complain to the east wind when your hair is weak. -Cao Qingxue Qin's Dream of Red Mansions
10, soft red countless mud, urged gradually before the court. Suddenly the parrot whispered outside the window and the kite blew off the west side of the eaves. -Chen Qing Changsheng's "Spring is a Letter Pen"
1 1. It's chilly in spring. When it's sunny, sleep on the screen window and the sun will move. Where did the kite break? Blow down on the apricot branches. -Luo Qing Lan Qi's "Spring Boudoir"
12, vaguely like a song that sounds but is blown out of tune by the wind. -Tang Gaoping's kite
13, the spring breeze has no credentials since ancient times, and it plays the flute when riding. -Xu Ming called it "a poem about the wind and kites"
14, the Qing dynasty is about to dawn, and the horses and chariots are already noisy. Willow leaves are forbidden to shelter from wind and rain, and wall flowers are exposed. To whom to praise the beautiful scenery, only sigh the fleeting time. Don't fly too high, look back at the kite. -Luo Yin's "Cold Food Festival Early in the East"