The beautiful poem of rape blossoms in March
1. Half of a hundred acres of courtyards are covered with moss, and peach blossoms are all blooming. Where the Taoists returned, Liu Lang came again today. -Don Liu Yuxi's "Visit the Xuandu View Again"
2. in the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of yellow barley, the jujube flowers have not fallen in the shade of the tung trees.
3. At first glance, the Chunjiang River is faint. Distinguish the mast. Infinitely green wheat, cauliflower yellow. Hate in the present and the present, tears in the face, and a few sunsets. It's not a slave house, and it's desolate. -Song Zheng Xun's "Black Night Cry"
4. At night, the spring rain moistens the weeping poplar, and the spring water is not satisfied with the pond. At dusk, the wind blows over the plain, and the flowers and vegetables are mixed with bean flowers. -Qing Wang Wenzhi's
5. Laugh and listen to your father. The pulley is holding the urn to water the cup, and it rains a little bit of Yangchun cream. Butterflies also flew in between cauliflowers, and went away while the warm wind was blowing. The apricot shoots are fragrant with red leek and tender spring, which is a drinking place beside the old earthen basin. -Yuan Feng Zizhen's "Parrot Song Garden Father"