Are there any ancient poems that describe spring? Urgent need!! As the title suggests, thank you

Ancient poems describing spring Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran) Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall Yongliu (He Zhizhang) Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring Night Rain (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. Birdsong stream (Wang Wei) People are idle osmanthus flowers falling, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Qingming (Du Mu) During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Ancient poems describing spring Dalin Temple peach blossoms (Bai Juyi) The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hate spring and have nowhere to go, and I don't know how to turn into this. Late spring (Han Yu) The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the snow flies all over the sky.

Ancient poems describing spring In early spring, Zhang Eighteen Members of the Water Department (Han Yu) The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but no. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng) The willows are cloudy and drizzly, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warbler.

The spring breeze blows the dream of the countryside overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Los Angeles. Ancient poems describing spring Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu) Last year, in this gate today, the peach blossoms on the human face are red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Quatrain (Du Fu) The late days are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks. Looking for flowers on the riverside alone (Du Fu) Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

Ancient poems describing spring Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant .........Han Yuefu ancient words "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like a scissors .........Tang He Zhizhang "Yongliu" The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Tang Hanyu "Early Spring Chengshui Department Zhang Eighteen Members Outside" Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. ......Song Su Shi's "Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene Two Songs" and so on to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring .........Song Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" Wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face does not chill the willow wind.

Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk "Quatrain" The flowers are gradually charming to the eyes, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoe. ......Bai Juyi Qiantang Lake Spring Trip The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream is singing. …Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry at night, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" hopes.

Spring Night Rain" Tang] Du Fu.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The night trail is dark, and the river boat is bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene".

Song] Su Shi three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the duck cave clan of the Spring River plumbing.

Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat.

Quatrain" Song] Monk Zhinan.

In the ancient wood, the filial piety is scattered in the short tent, and the cane helps me to cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. Guess carefully.

1, "Spring Thoughts" [Tang] Li Baiyan's grass is like green silk, and Qin Sang has low green branches. When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her intestines. I don't know each other in the spring breeze, what is going on?

5, "Acacia" [Tang] Wang Wei red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall Yongliu (He Zhizhang) Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei).

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Qingming (Du Mu).

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hate spring and have nowhere to go, and I don't know how to turn into this.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the snow flies all over the sky.

An ancient poem describing spring.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blows the dream of the countryside overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

What are the poems that describe spring?

I don't know when spring comes, and I smell birds everywhere.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei).

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Qingming (Du Mu).

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hate spring and have nowhere to go, and I don't know how to turn into this.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the snow flies all over the sky.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blows the dream of the countryside overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei).

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Qingming (Du Mu).

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hate spring and have nowhere to go, and I don't know how to turn into this.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the snow flies all over the sky.

An ancient poem describing spring.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blows the dream of the countryside overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.