This is how spring comes poem

The Footsteps of Spring Author: Pufferfish I can’t stop feeling those warm feet. Trampling warm footprints in the snow. The snow was escaping in a hurry. One morning when I was still awake, two magpies jumped out and chirped on the trees. It was the arrival of spring. Xue was beating herself inexplicably. It hurts, is it true? Crying loudly at night, crying woke me up in the morning. After a night of sleep, I was woken up like this. Before Xue had time to pick out her ears, she was awakened by the spring breeze. Naked, he ran away in panic. It's not safe under the covers either. The only way out is to escape. Before spring comes, turn into drops of dew and escape, burrowing into the ground so that the shy spring cannot catch it. Happy Rain on a Spring Night Author: Du Fu Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake Author: Bai Juyi North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment. Spring Day Author: Zhu Xi The beautiful sun finds its beauty on the shore of Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors. Mooring at Guazhou Author: Wang Anshi Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan and Guazhou. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? Ode to the Willow / Willow Branches Author: He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tianjingsha·Spring Author: Bai Pu The warm sun and gentle wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the pavilions and the willow swings in the courtyard. The orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red. Moonlight Night / Night Moon Author: Liu Fangping The moonlight is darker than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen. Flower Moonlight Night on the Spring River Author: Zhang Ruoxu The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows gently around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes. Frost is flying in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. Birdsong Stream Author: Wang Wei People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream. Spring Snow Author: Han Yu There is no youth in the new year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. Jiangnan Spring · A thousand-mile oriole crows, the green reflects the red. Author: Du Mu The thousand-mile oriole crows, the green reflects the red, and the wine flag winds in the mountains and rivers of the water village. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.