From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
2. "Jueju" Tang Du Fu
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
3. Village Residence is a high-sounding novel.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
4. "Presenting Zhang in Early Spring" Tang Hanyu, eighteen generals of the Ministry of Water Affairs
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
5. "Fu Degu Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
6. Chuzhou on Xixi, Wu Ying, Tang Wei
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
7. Late Spring [Tang] Han Yu
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.