The color poems of spring include the following:
1. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The swallow grass is like silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you are pregnant and return home,
it is the time when my concubine is heartbroken. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
3. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The flowers are hidden in the wall at dusk, and the birds are chirping and passing by. The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky.
I don’t sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind misses the jade. There will be a seal in the Ming Dynasty. How about the night?
4. "A Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
5. "Acacia" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
6. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
7. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty
The orioles sing and the swallows sing to announce the new year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi. I live in Hanyuan, next to the city, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, while the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs. In order to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zile Yanran.