The poems and words about the beautiful scenery on the river bank are as follows:
1. Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran)
Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn,
Everywhere Smell the singing birds.
The sound of wind and rain comes at night,
How many flowers have fallen.
2. Yong Liu (He Zhizhang)
The jasper is as tall as a tree
Ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I wonder who cuts the thin leaves
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season,
When spring happens.
Sneak into the night with the wind
Moisturize things silently.
4. Yong Liu (He Zhizhang)
Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree
Ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
5. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season,
When spring happens.
Sneak into the night with the wind,
Moisturize things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds
The fire on the river boat is only bright.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn,
The flowers are heavy in the official city.
6. Qingming Festival (Du Mu)
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.
7. The Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi)
The beauty of April in the world is over
The peach blossoms of Dalin Temple begin to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring,
I don’t know where to turn.
8. Late spring (Han Xi)
The grass and trees know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple compete with each other.
The poplars and elm pods have no ideas,
but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Ancient poems describing spring
9. In early spring, Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Han Hui)
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as cakes
< p>The color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital.
10. Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng)
The willows are overcast and the drizzle is clear
The remaining flowers have fallen and the wandering warblers can be seen.
The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night long,
The spring breeze brings me to Luocheng again.
Ancient poems describing spring