Poems describing spring scenes I want the whole poem! ）

The eyes of the flowers, branches and grass vines are open, and the small white grows red and the female gills.

Poor sunset and fragrant, marry the spring breeze without a matchmaker. ——Thirteen Songs of the South Garden: Flowers, Branches, Grasses, and Vines Open in the Eyes" Tang Li He.

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

I don't know who carried out the thin leaves?

The spring breeze in February is like scissors. - He Zhizhang, "Yongliu".

Yongliu. Tang 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, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring Zhu Xi.

Shengri seeks the Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

1, "Spring Thoughts" [Tang] Li Bai.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches. When the king returns to the day, it is the concubine who breaks her bowels. I don't know each other in the spring breeze, what is going on?

2, "Yongliu" [Tang] 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, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. "The Wanderer's Yin" Meng Jiao.

Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. "Acacia" Wang Wei.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. "Spring Night Rain" Du Fu.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. "Endowed with Ancient Grass.

Wang Ya's "Spring Outing".

Apricot by the Wanshu River, a new night wind.

The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves.

"Spring Dawn" 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.

In the spring, the sun is looking for the waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

In early spring, the water department was outside the eighteenth member.

The light rain on Hanyu Tianjie 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 in the imperial capital.

Say goodbye in the late spring.

Han Cong's green and dark red are rare out of Fengcheng, and the twilight cloud pavilion is ancient and modern.

Pedestrians don't listen to the water in front of the palace, and the sound of flowing all the years is this.

Late spring Han healed. The grass and trees will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night.

Zhang Ruoxu's spring river tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

- Poems describing spring scenes.

1. Spring comes - the sound of firecrackers is one year old, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

2. Spring rain - Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley.

3. Spring flowers - a snow plant in the melancholy east column, and life can be seen clearly.

4. Spring night - a deeper moonlit night and half a house, the Beidou is dry and the South is oblique.

5. Spring water - spring water is blue in the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain.

6. Spring breeze - the spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

7. Spring - Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

8. Spring scenery - try to see on the transcendent stage, half a trench spring water and a city of flowers.

9. Spring outing - the east wind knows that I want the mountain, blowing off the sound of rain between the eaves.

10, spring thinking - spring heart Mo Gonghua contends, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

11. Spring loneliness - the spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

12, spring sorrow - ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward 13, spring dream - pillow in a spring dream, travel thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

14, spring hatred - life is a lover, this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

15. Spring return - falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

"Spring Dawn" 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.

Spring trip to Qiantang Lake.

Bai Juyi. Gushan Temple is in the west of Jia Ting, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.

An ancient poem describing spring.

"Spring Dawn" 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, and 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.

There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Late spring Han healed.

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 solution is to make snow fly 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 in 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 blew the dream of the countryside overnight, and chased 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.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.