Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
Seven wonders, spring idle songs, the shade turns slightly, and the sun tilts slightly. After reading the poem, I was thinking about tea. Suddenly I saw a butterfly flying by the window and gently kissing the peach blossom.
In spring, it rains in front of the mountain and the wind is oblique. The villagers want to grow tea. The path woodcutter bears the burden, and the song hoe adds flowers.
Four-line, spring idle wind column straight swallow oblique, Shan Yu spin like splashing tea. Tao is idle clouds and light winds, and when I look up, I see sun flowers again.
Seven wonders, spring, leisurely chanting Zen smoke, be careful to borrow the wind, how much dust overflows into the tea. It's sunny in spring and nostalgic rain, but I haven't swept the flowers of last year in my heart.
Seven wonders, spring songs, spring breeze, oblique rain, swallows pecking at new mud and forgetting to go home. When you are in high spirits, you are busy calling Liu and peach blossoms to laugh.
The seven wonders of spring, fighting the epidemic, are chilly in spring, crooked in the west, and hungry and don't go home. When you have nowhere to find it, enjoy the peach blossoms while singing and drinking.
The spring breeze passed by the neighbor's house last night and woke up the peaches and plums in the wall. I want to shoot a butterfly dream all day, and I have fallen into the sky.
Four wonders, the spring is warm and the east wind urges the green buds, and the clouds and purple shadows are oblique. The child was bent on chasing Huang Die and turned to Xiting to see wild flowers.
The seven unique winds in the spring mountain send the soft sky and a half oblique, and pick new leaves to cook spring tea. Birds on the branches are diligent, and a peach blossom in the mountain temple.
The wind and rain in spring have worn off thick cocoons, and my house is built in a small hut. There are many hardships in starting a business, and the dream soul still loves Yan Lu.
In spring, birds fly to the mud nest in Liang Yan, and the rain makes the wind cut off the road. I was shocked by the pen, too. My grandchildren copied Teng Wangge.
In spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.