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The sunshine in spring is so warm that flowers and trees are full of vitality. The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Chu Ci
In mid-spring, Yang Hefang got up.
Historical Records of Qin Shihuang's Biography
In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant.
Han Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Long Songs"
The wind in spring and during the day is fragrant.
Jin Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Three Golden Baiqi Dances"
In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color.
Yu Zhu, an ancient poem of Jin Yuefu.
In the Spring Festival Evening, there are green fields, Aritaka Iwao and white clouds.
Xie Lingyun's Into the Lake Mouth of Peng Li in the Southern Song Dynasty
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool Upstairs" in Southern Song Dynasty
Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian.
Nantiao's "Going to Sanshan Late and Looking to Beijing"
The news is that it will be sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring scenery will double next year.
Don Du Shen Yan's Spring in Beijing.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving. I saw an oriole flying in the warm air, and a green water plant was reflected by the sun.
Tang Du Shen Yan and Lu Cheng's Early Spring Journey in Jinling.
I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tang and Zhang Zhi's "Chanting Willow": "Jasper weaves trees high, and thousands of threads hang down. I don't know who to cut it for. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive.
Tang Meng Haoran's Search for Nine Fragrances in Happy Wang in Spring'
In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.
Tang's "King of Spring Music".
Before Wen Daochun met, he went to Han Mei for information.
Send Wang Hanyang in Early Spring by Tang Li Bai.
The cold notice was exhausted, and the spring breeze returned to the willow tree.
Tang Li Bai's Eight Poems of Palace Music
The east wind came back with spring and brought flowers from my branches.
Tang Li Bai's "Yi Shan Sunset Red"
The east wind will sprinkle rain and dew, which will make people full of spring in the world.
Tang Li Bai's Send Qi 'ang to Bazhong
In Xianyang in February and March, Golden Branch Palace Willow
Li Bai's ancient style in Tang Dynasty
If the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains are still green.
Tang Li Bai Jinmen answered Su Xiucai.
Petals come with the wind, and the water is fragrant.
Quetta of Liu Tang Xu Shen.
Flying snow with spring, it's not bad to be idle.
Don Liu Shenxu's snow is a mountain.
On a road stretching to the white clouds, beside a spring stretching to the bluest river.
Quetta of Liu Tang Xu Shen.
Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain.
Tang Lihua's spring outing improvisation
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away.
Du Fu's Spring Festival travel rush fever in Tang Dynasty
Branches are easy to fall, and buds are discussed.
Tang Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside
The forest belt is wet and swift, and the water belt is long and green.
Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Duyu
The snow color invading the mausoleum is still day lily, and there are wickers in spring.
Du Fu's La Ri in Tang Dynasty
Jianghan spring breeze, frost removed last night.
Tang Du's Farewell to Sister Guan Ying and so on.
Spring is a city, but the color is a little cold.
Tang Du Fu's "Seeing off the 19 th Cao Chang": "Last night, there was a loud thunder in Jiangpu, and the spring city was slightly cold."
There is new fire in the morning and new smoke in the lake.
Two Qingming Poems by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing off a few flowers at night.
Tang Du Fu's "Nine Poems Wandering"
The east wind is a good messenger of the sun, and the vegetation meets the flowers.
Qi's "Spring Suburb"
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
Don Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
Early Spring in the East of the City by Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze River is green in spring and lotus leaves are as big as money.
Tang Zhangji's Spring Biequ
Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere.
Two Kinds of Cold Foods in Tang Dynasty
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds. When the snow comes in late spring, she wears a court tree as a flying flower.
Chun Xue by Tang Hanyu
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. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring.
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fang Fei.
Late Spring by Tang Hanyu
When will Luoyang Dongfeng come and Liu Chunquan return to Sichuan Boan?
Five Spring Poems by Tang Hanyu
The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches.
Tang Du Mu's poem "Disappointment": "It's natural to look for the Spring Festival Evening School, so there's no need to be disappointed." The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. "
Thousands of apricot trees on the riverside have opened a new night wind. Full of shade, shining in the green waves.
Tang Wangya's Spring Tour Song
Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder on the other side of Furong Pool.
Tang Li Shangyin's Untitled Four Poems
The cold goes with the night, and the spring returns to the fifth watch.
Tang's "Ying Zhao Fu Ye"
When will the east wind arrive, and the green lake will go up the mountain.
Tang Qiu's title is "The Farmer's Father Rushe".
I can't feel the spring breeze changing the wicker.
Don Han Ying's Dark Days Appear before the Judge: "When you are old, you won't feel the spring breeze for wicker."
The spring breeze is wordless, and the apricot garden is full of flowers.
Zhang Xi Ji Ji by Don Zhao Xuan
The new year has come, but it has not seen the fragrant flowers. It was not until February that it was surprised to find that the grass sprouted green buds. I don't know the trees in the garden. If one is a real plum.
Tang Dongfang's Autumn
Mata spring mud is half a flower.
Tang Dougong's "Xiangyang Cold Food Send Yu Wenji"
Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willow.
Tang Dougong's "Xiangyang Cold Food Send Yu Wenji"
The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west.
Tang Liu's "Generation of Spring Complaints"
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Jathyapple by Don Liu
A good wind blew all night and ten thousand new flowers were born.
Tang Linghu Chu's Three Poems of Spring Tour
Falling flowers in Man Chun, sparse willows reflect the new pond.
Don Chu Guang ——Xi's Answer to Wang Shiwei
Wildflowers compete for flowers, and the water in the spring pool flows wildly.
Tang Jiayou "sent Wang Mu to Jizhou to worship Uncle Wang"
The wind is weak and the willows are urging, and Lin Qingjue is waiting for flowers.
Don Lu Yi's "Return to Taiwan Province at the end of the year" and hope that this city can become a slogan. Give it to your relatives first. "
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms in the south garden are exhausted, and the spring breeze shakes the empty branches.
Tang Yangling's sentences
One thousand weak willows and one apricot tree, including half spring rain and half drooping silk.
Tang Wen Fan Ting's "The Original Meaning of the King"
Peach blossom, spring water, mandarin duck bath on the water
Five Dynasties ago, Bodhisattva Xia of Zhuang
Spring is annoying, and a few flowers are everywhere.
Five Dynasties later, Shu Wei's "Spring on the Jade Tower" was written in classes.
The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore.
Song Qian Wei Yan's Magnolia
Residual snow dripped with ice bamboo shoots and sneaked back to willow tips in spring.
Zhang Song Ryder's Spring
An old tree has flowers but no ugly branches.
Song Mei Yao Chen's Dongxi: "A desert island sleeps leisurely on the shore, and an old tree has no ugly branches."
Pear blossoms are full of spring, the sunset is everywhere, and the blue smoke is old.
Su Muzhe of Yao Chen, Song Mei
Qianshan is green outside the snow, and the riverside is sunny in February.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Song of Spring Thanking the West Lake.
Spring is annoying, and the moon moves the railing.
Wang Song Anshi Spring Night
The nasty weather and chun yin.
Shu's "Huanxisha"
The chilly spring breeze woke me up, slightly cold, but what caught my eye was oblique photos.
Shi's "Dingfengbo"
Dongfeng has a letter that no one has read, revealing a little meaning, lace on willow branches.
Shi's "A bouquet of flowers"
Ducks first know when the river gets warmer in spring.
Su Songshi's "Two Late Scenes on the Spring River in Hui Chong": "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet on the Spring River."
Spring breeze hates heartless water, it blows from east to west.
Stone "a few years ago sleep melon port dream poem record"
Rain adds flowers in spring, and flowers move mountains in spring.
The good thing is close.
When the news of wheat straw came, the apricot tips turned red.
Song He Zhu's Xiao Zhongshan
A nap is getting stronger and stronger like wine, and youth has reached Dong Jun's hands.
Song Zhou Bangyan's The Recent Flowers
The scenery in February is as thick as wine, and the small building is wet and green.
Song Zhongsheng's "Linjiang Xianzi"
Spring breeze and spring rain flowers are separated from each other, and the water in the north and south of the Yangtze River beats the sky.
Song and Huang Tingjian's Freedom in Ji Yun in Ming Dynasty
It's the hardest to breathe when it's warm and cold.
Song Liqing's "Slow Voice"
When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower.
Song Liqing's Broken Magnolia: "When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are light and even, and there are still traces of rosy clouds. "
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. Liu Yanmei's cheek has already felt the heartbeat of spring.
Song Li Qingzhao's "Relaxing Love Flowers"
There is an east wind in Luoyang, and it may not be as peach blossom as before.
The Young Mermaid by Yu Yi of Song Chen
The willow does not cover the spring scenery, and an almond goes out of the wall.
Song immediately put down his work.
Spring is often rainy and windy, and the sunny spring sky is empty.
"Bean Leaf Yellow" by Song Luyou
Yesterday spring, thirteen women learned embroidery, but the branches didn't teach fine flowers.
Song Xin Qi Ji's Pink Butterfly and Fu Falling Flowers
The east wind blows rain finer than dust.
Huanxisha in Qiji, Song Xin
Listen carefully to the cries of Du Yu in Chunshan, all of which are farewell poems.
Huanxisha in Qiji, Song Xin
March's eyes were full of joy, and when I looked up, I felt that Qianshan was green.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Man Jiang Hong"
Spring is clear and beautiful.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Feeling for Fan Shoushou": "Spring is clear and beautiful. Call to sing to persuade you to drink. Wine is as good as spring, and spring is as old as ever. "
Weeds are green in the spring shade, and sometimes there are flowers and trees.
Su Song Shunqin's "Crossing the Water": "In the shade of spring, weeds are green, and sometimes there are many flowers and a tree is bright. Under the ancient temple of the lonely boat at night, the wind and rain in Manchuria watch the tide. "
Spring is in the depths of birds and flowers.
Song Chen Liang's "Nan Gezi"
Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.
Song Jiangkui's Yangzhou Slow
Swallow and fly, where is Wen Chun? Only the pond is green.
Song Jiangkui's Pale Yellow Willow
Countless reds and violets only show spring.
Song Zhuxi's Spring Day: "Wait a minute, and you will know that the east wind will always be spring."
Spring breeze is like wine, I don't know what it is.
Song Chengzhi said "Song of Red Plum Pavilion"
Grass knows when spring will come.
Wei's "beginning of spring Encounter": "There is little frost in the evening, and the grass knows the spring."
The intermittent light rain sprinkled fragrant dust, creating a pleasant spring.
Song Shi Xiao You's "Good Things"
There is a thin snow in the corner, and Qing Zi has made up the calyx.
Kim Wang Tingjun's Golden Gate
The east wind is light and the spring is chilly.
Kim Duan Keji's Full Moon Brahmin's Guide
Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.
Pu's patio sand spring
The green window comes in spring and stays up late. Who wakes up? Xiaoying is crying outside the window.
Yuan Yang Chun Qu Chun Jing
The breeze blows to the quiet room, shaking the spring like a line.
The peony pavilion, a dream, written by the ancestors of Tang Ming dynasty
Everything is fresh in spring.
Feng Ming magnum "negative example, Wang Jiao wrote a hundred years of hate".
There is no need to face the eastern suburbs, and spring is in thousands of households.
Spring Festival in Qingdao, Shandong Province
Spring is sultry, flowers are like fans, and willow smoke is arrayed.
Yi's Palace of Eternal Life.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The Singing Willow by Tang He Zhang Zhi
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
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Forget about spring.
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?
First, the small forest effect in cities.
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Rain passes through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
2004-2-23
Looking at a snow in spring
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between spring and snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
2004-2-3
Step on the threshold of spring
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
2004-2-5
go on an outing
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
2004-3-9
Lenovo (brand name of computer)
An old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
2004-03-09
Who hunted the feathers of spring?
The last season to collect feathers
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky.
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
2004-03-08
Waiting for the sunshine to come.
I guess
On a spring afternoon
Maybe there are many things.
Will be bored
Leaning against the windowsill
Look at the clouds in the distant sky.
It's crowded downstairs
Pedestrians passing by in a hurry
They all look serious.
Witness someone else's
act alone
On one side, the sky is clear.
Lyrical pigeons have beautiful feathers.
Take a pigeon whistle
Sneak in unscrupulously
Between the kite and the breeze
Cast under the awning
A powerful shadow
move
Only irregular strokes are selected.
Traces of thinking
stand someone up
Open feather channel
A bridge in the distance
Wait for a pile
Preferably a bunch.
Return to the sun
check again
Then hug them heartily.
2004-2-2
weekend
bicycle; cycling
teeter
Tired of noise
Go to the target
(of troops) move forward.
Boiling liquid
silent
When rape blossoms are in full bloom in spring.
A swarm of bees
As the host
Come in the peak season
Lying smartly in the stamens
From the gap between petals
see with one's own eyes
Dance in the wind
spread
Exhale the depression in the chest
Put ease and comfort.
Stop at
Lailu road
outside the window
Red apricots
Naughtily
Follow the drawn curtains
Break through the wall
A strong fragrance
Mix with brewed wine
Kaori fainted a busload of people.