Describe the spring Yuan song, what are the Yuan songs that describe spring

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, little star.

White Crane Author: Guan Hanqing In the shadow of the birds, people stand on the wall. Paizi spring is two threads, and the autumn sparrow envy the town water double waves. Incense burns golden duck ding, idle little red mansion. The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk.

Water Fairy and Lu Shuzhai West Lake" Author: Ma Zhiyuan Spring Breeze Proud Ma Wulinger, warm West Lake in March, orchestral touch the water warbler flower market. I don't know if I can't hear this, I should sing and drink and poetry. The mountain is over an inch and the eyebrows are delicate, and the willows drag the smoke and pile the sideburns, and it is gratifying to sleep enough.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Since farewell, the heart is hard to give up, when will a little lovesickness be gone? With the sleeves of the poplar snow. The stream is sloping, the mountains are searching, and people are going.

The snow is heavi, covering the door, and people can't help but keep their souls. Slimming Jiang Meiyun, there is Qingjiang Jiangshang Village. Who will ask in the snub in the boudoir? What a haggard man.

The grass is chaotic in spring, and the world is sad in the sunset. Short Pavilion Shibu Farewell Wine, Pinghu Painting Boat, Weeping Willow Arrogance. A cry of birds, a night rain, a gust of east wind. The peach blossoms are blowing, where is the beauty, and the door is red.

Whoever is busy, it's fate. Zephyr Stagecoach. Moonfall book lamp. The blue sky and Shu are difficult, and the red leaves and Wujiang are cold. The two-word fame is frequently seen in the mirror, and the white-haired stars are not spared. Diaoyu Ziling, Si Chun Ji Ying, laugh at me and float.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Since farewell, the heart is hard to give up, when will a little lovesickness be gone? With the sleeves of the poplar snow. The brook is sloping, the mountains are covered, and people go.

The snow is numerous, covering the door, and no one can help but argue cautiously. Slimming Jiang Meiyun, there is Qingjiang Jiangshang Village. Who will ask in the snub in the boudoir? What a haggard man. Wide rise and shortage.

The grass is chaotic in spring, and it is sad in the sunset. The short pavilion is not drunk, the Pinghu painting boat, and the weeping willows are arrogant. A cry of birds, a night rain, a gust of east wind. The peach blossoms are blowing, where is the beauty, and the door is red.

Whoever is busy, it's fate. Zephyr Stagecoach. Moonfall book lamp. The blue sky and Shu are difficult, and the red leaves and Wujiang are cold. The two-word fame is frequently seen in the mirror, and the white-haired stars are not spared. Diaoyu Ziling, Si Chun Ji Ying, laugh at me and float.

【Double Tune】Shouyang Song.

1) Autumn nights and autumns, scattered rain, frost and wind dancing outside the window.

I want to use the yellow seal to eliminate the loneliness and suffering, but I am missing the worries!

2) Rain and wetness, residual dreams, who did you listen to in the West Building yesterday?

Idle green plums and wine boiled, I don't know where the cold geese are now.

3) Fragrant and cold, white and cold road, the golden helmet princess looks back.

The long sigh flower can be several degrees, and the red eyes are clearly red.

4) Time arrows, flying like a child, full of vicissitudes of life.

Purple gas came to the Buddha from the west, crisscrossing the world and the ghost valley.

Nanlu] four pieces of jade.

1) At that time, the autumn leaves were chaotic, and the sound of falling red and stroking the ground was especially heard.

But I don't know who is listening now.

The leaves are red, and the wine is not awake. The sky will be bright.

2) One drop, two sounds, the autumn rain does not stop people from going.

East, west, north and south feet non-stop.

It's sunny when you come, it's sunny when you go, how can you give birth to the four big ones and they're all empty?

Yue tune] Tianjing sand autumn.

The lonely village is in the sunset, the light smoke is old and the jackdaws are under the shadow of a little Feihong. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

The burr roller haunts the cavernous room objectively and the Fatah rely on the Franco-Russian reducing agent gfalwieugftawle

Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjing Sand, Autumn Thought" and.

Tianjingsha Autumn

Bai Pu Li Bozhan's "Joy in front of the Palace, Provincial Enlightenment".

Xu Zaisi's "Full Moon, Manna Nostalgia" also has.

Xiaoliangzhou Autumn "Guanyunshi.

Fan Zhongyan's "Su Curtain Cover", autumn homesickness. Yuanqu Wang Shifu's "The Legend of the West Chamber" also changed the word "Duan is right", and I think there is nothing better in the whole Song Dynasty than Sun Zhu's "River Manzi". Lovesickness, gloomy and sad.

He Manzi autumn resentment.

Song Sun-so. The longing for the floating and urgent scene, the desolate Bao Se aftersound. Chu Ke is affectionate and complains goodbye, and Bishan is far away. Seeing the decaying grass in the sky, there are a few sparse anvils in the night.

The yellow leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds are often cloudy without rain. If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and it is difficult to shake and hate. The melancholy old joy is like a dream, and I feel that there is nowhere to pursue it.

Song Ci, Yan Jidao, Ruan Langgui.

The golden palm on the horizon is exposed into frost, and the clouds are long with the word goose.

The green cup and red sleeves weigh the yang, and the people are like hometowns.

Lan Pei purple, chrysanthemum hairpin yellow, diligent and old-fashioned.

If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness, don't break your gut.

The Yuan song is Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha. Autumn Thoughts

Li Qingzhao "Drunken Flowers".

The fragrance of the plum remnants is still there, and the willow is broken and the golden eyes are not opened.

The east wind is full of harmonious air, the peach and apricot are demolished, and it is appropriate to sing the joy of spring.

In the shadow of the birds, people stand on the wall.

Spring is two threads, and autumn water is double wave.

Incense burns golden duck ding, idle little red mansion.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

The spring mountain is warm and windy, the curtains of the pavilion are dry, and the willow swing is in the courtyard. The warbler dances and swallows, and the small bridge is red.

The spring breeze is proud of the horse Wulinger, and in the warm day of the West Lake in March, the orchestra touches the water warbler flower market. I don't know if I can't hear this, I should sing and drink and poetry. The mountain is over an inch and the eyebrows are Dai, the willow drags the smoke and piles the sideburns, and it is happy to nail the sleeping Xi Shi.

The rain is murmuring outside the curtain.

Author]: Li Yu [Dynasty]: Southern Tang Dynasty [Genre]: The rain is murmuring outside the word curtain, and the spring is beautiful.

Luo Ji is not tolerant of the five colds.

In my dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy.

Alone, no railing, infinite rivers and mountains.

Sometimes it's easier to see, sometimes it's harder.

Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth.

Qingyu case Huang Gongshao.

Every year, the company stops needlework every day, how can you bear to see it, double Feiyan? Today, Jiangcheng is half of spring, and he is still there, deep in the mountains, by the lonely stream bridge.

The spring shirt is torn with needlework, and the rows are full of tears. The sunset unsaddles the grass bank, no one wears flowers, no one persuades wine, and no one cares about drunkenness.

Spring sleep is very small, and mosquito feet are everywhere. Because I didn't take a bath, I was bitten by mosquitoes.

"Spring Dawn", "Yongliu", "Birdsong Stream", "Spring Night Rain", "Qingming", "Late 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, 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.