What are the poems about spring?

In the spring morning, I woke up carefree. Birds sang everywhere around me, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. That ancient poem about spring, Jasper dressed up as a tree and hung 10 thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem describing spring, knows the rainy season when spring comes. The wind sneaked into the night and everything was silent. The wild path is very dark. Ships on the river are full of fire. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy. The ancient poem describing spring (Wang Wei) is that people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. When the moon comes out, birds are singing in the spring stream.

Qingming Festival (Du Mu), an ancient poem describing spring, is full of rain during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. The ancient poem Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi), which describes spring, is in full bloom in April, and the peach blossom in Shansi is in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.

In Late Spring (Han Yu), the ancient poem describing spring is that the grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of flowers and pods are full of flowers and plants. Huayang has no talent, but he can only solve the problem of heavy snow. This ancient poem describing the early spring is as clear as the rain in the sky of Zhang 18th (Han Yu) of the Ministry of Water Resources, and the grass color is far and near, but there is nothing. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willows everywhere in the imperial city.

An ancient poem describing spring, Chunxing (Wu) is gloomy, and the residual flowers are gone to see the warbler. The spring breeze blew the dream of my hometown all night and drove it to Los Angeles. The ancient poem describing spring is called Chengnan Zhuang (Cuihu). On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.

The poem about spring (Du Fu) has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the sand. The ancient poem about spring (Du Fu) is looking for flowers by the river alone. The flowers in Huangsi's maiden are all kinds of strange, and thousands are low. Even butterflies have been dancing, and charming songbirds are just crying.