Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is rich.
——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao·Part 1"
Spring is late in the lonely empty court, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and the door is closed.
——Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment"
The green birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn.
——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"
The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth and missing it.
——Tang Yin's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Pear Blossoms Close the Door Deeply in the Rain"
The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
——Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
One moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
——Su Shi's "Spring Night·A Spring Night is Worth a Thousand Gold in a Moment"
The moonlight night is a dream behind a curtain, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness.
——Qin Guan's "Eight-Sixth Son·Yiwei Pavilion"
The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands"
When the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and the sky and the earth are gone.
——Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain"
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presentation to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water Resources"
The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides.
——Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
——Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong"
Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees were in front of the diseased trees.
——Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes!
——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·Soaring East Wind and Drizzle"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
——Wang Wei's "Bird Song Stream"
It's spring before I realize it when I'm reading. Every inch of time is worth an inch of gold.
——Wang Zhenbai's "Two Poems from Bailu Cave·Part 1"
It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a riot of purple and red.
——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
——Du Fu's "Quatrains"
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
——Du Mu's "Farewell"
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
——Wang Zhihuan’s “Two Liangzhou Ci Poems·One”
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me again?
——Wang Anshi "Moored Ship Guazhou"
My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March.
——Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"
The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
——Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night"
Red tears secretly shed, and the spring breeze filled the eyes with everything wrong.
——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries: Wrong Time"
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
——Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan·Jiangnan is Good"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"