Poetry about spring 1. Write some poems about spring.
The first song, a falling dust net, no more juvenile travel. Three years of Yafu camp, five buckets of rice and Liang. Old clothes are four o'clock, and the dust is six o'clock. Seven injuries are lazy to look for wine, lazy to wait for spring sorrow. The second song, the cool breeze in the night can only kill Ye Fei, but the general is empty. You can find spring without going far. Eden is a little dark. The third song, hanging a pen and setting ink into a poem, is flourishing. Ruthless, hateful, and leisurely, it is difficult for Qing Jian to have a seat.
The fourth song, blue sky and yellow land, the west wind is tight, and the northern geese return. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears. The fifth song, the car light horn urges people to go, and the wind and rain wrap the winter clothes. Lake heron mixed with egret, shoes wet with new mud and old mud. Jimo asks for the first millet, and rice balls laugh at Chang 'an rice. The public gate is tasteless, and the spring grass is full.
2. Do you have your own spring poems?
Haruka
Spring breeze can thaw,
Warm wind blows farming.
Xiaoyan, welcome,
Flowers bloom and fall, and the fragrance overflows.
Looking for incense?
Swallows in the sky,
Grass green adds vitality. Fish are playing in the pond.
Children fly kites,
The old man watched the chess match.
encounter
Qing Ping brushed away the fish and scared the dive, and the spring mountain was gradually halfway.
I didn't know the way home when I came, so I asked Taoxian under the warm willow tree.
Winter has passed,
Spring has come.
The spring breeze shook the world,
The snow was blown away. The compilation is not good enough, please forgive me.
3. Self-edited ancient poems describing spring
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) In the early morning of spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken and how jasper was decorated into a tree with 10,000 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) knows the rainy season when spring comes. The wind sneaked into the night and everything was silent. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and river boats are bright. Look at those red and wet places. Flowers weigh heavily on Jinguan City. Birds sing in the ravine (Wang Wei), osmanthus flowers fall at leisure, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The birds are startled when the moon rises, and the ravines are singing. During the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. The ancient poems describing spring are full of flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the temple are in full bloom. I have long hated that there is nowhere to find in spring, so I don't know where to turn for help. In early spring, the sky is raining crisp, but the grass color is far from close. The most beneficial thing in spring is that the willow trees in Chunxing (Wu) are overcast, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. The spring breeze blew a homesick dream all night, and then it went to Los Angeles. Peach blossoms set each other off in red. When people don't know where to go, the peach blossoms in the spring breeze still smile. Du Fu's beauty lies in mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Looking for flowers by the river alone (Du Fu) Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. Even butterflies have been dancing, and charming songbirds just cry.
4. Wing Chun Poetry Modern Poetry
Liu Yuxi's "The New Makeup of Spring Poetry Should Be Below Zhu Lou" deeply locks the sadness of a hospital in spring.
Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. Li Choi Wha Business in Spring When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the White Gate City where I can't go.
The two red mansions were cold and covered by rain, and Zhu set off Deng's ups and downs and returned alone. Spring thinking Li Bai, you are like jade in the north, and I am a mulberry with green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? Spring resentment willow screen window sunset dusk, no one sees tears in the golden house.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. Jin Changxu, get rid of the orioles and get rid of all their music from the trees.
They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp. Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The hope of spring Du Fu, though a leopard cannot change his spots, has a long history of mountains and rivers.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. The Spring Palace Qu Wang Changling opened a peach well last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain. Erotic Palace resents Du Xunhe and Zhimei's misfortune and wants to go back to the mirror.
Ok, ok, not on the pretty face; Finally, in order to please who, ask me to decorate. The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick.
I really miss my female companion in Yuexi Hu Sha every year; Song laughed and picked hibiscus casually. In the left courtyard of the palace, Du Fu's flowers are covered, the palace is darkened, and birds are chirping as a habitat.
In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight. I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott.
I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night. The prime minister of Jinling, Lu Zeng, traveled in Du Chun, only to be shocked by the beautiful scenery of Yongxin. The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color. Suddenly an old song played, and I was homesick.
On the third day of March, the weather was fresh, and many beautiful women were walking by the Chang 'an River. Dignified attitude, lofty and quiet personality, plump skin, thin and moderate figure.
Embroidered gold and silver silk unicorn in late spring. Recalling Jiangnan Bai Juyi-Tang Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit? Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.
Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We will meet again sooner or later.
Yulouchun in Song Dynasty-Song Qi in Dongcheng gradually felt the beautiful scenery, with wrinkles and ripples to welcome guests. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Gone with the wind grows up and hates less happiness. I wish to love a daughter and smile, and hold wine for you to persuade the sunset, leaving a late photo in the flowers. It's not worth going to Ye Shaoweng's park-in the Southern Song Dynasty, you have to pity your teeth and seal your fur, and Chai Fei won't leave for a long time.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. In the early spring, he was an 18-member of the Ministry of Water Affairs [Tang], and Han Yu planted apricots by the river to create a new night wind.
Full of shade, shining in the green waves. [Tang] Du Fu knows when it rains and when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The sun sets in Du Fu, with beautiful mountains and rivers and fragrant spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. [Tang] He Biyu disguised himself as a tree, and ten thousand strands of moss hung in a tapestry.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Spring [Song] Zhu Shengtian, looking for the fragrance of Surabaya, the vast scene is new for a while.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. Dengguazhou [Song] Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? In Yuan [Song], Wang Anshi was one year old when firecrackers rang, and send warm entered Tu Su in the spring breeze. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
The monk knows that the southern ancient trees shade the short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
In the Tang Dynasty, the poet "Early Spring in the East of the City" in Juyuan Yang was in the Spring Festival, and the green, willow and yellow were half uneven. If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
In Xinghua village, the spring breeze in February blows the willows, confusing many troubles. It is expected that this kind of sadness will happen every year, and we will still meet after the storm.
Apricot blossom wine is in apricot blossom village, and it's stormy. I didn't see Hongyan's letter, but Iraqi tears kept flowing.
(He) Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silks. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(Han Yu) The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is far away. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
(Du Mu) During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
(Su Shi) Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
When will the swallow fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
(Zhu) Winning the sun to find the fragrant shore, the scenery is new for a while.