Is there any prose or poetry about spring?

Spring dawn. 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 dawn. I don't bathe in the spring, and mosquitoes bite everywhere.

Sprinkle"The enemy is in danger"

I don't know how many people died.

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

Han Yu: The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as a crisp.

The grass is far away, but there is none.

It is the most spring benefit of the year.

Win the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Spring things. Meixi is overjoyed, Jiang Chunwu and Lin Taojiang.

Wenjun did not pick immortals late, and only waited for the flowers to bloom in spring.

The famous prose about spring is as follows:

Zhu Ziqing's "Spring":

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at the big patches full of them. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind was soft, and the grass was soft.

Xu Dishan's "Spring Forest":

The larks in the sky and the golden warblers in the forest puffed out their tongues. The breeze squeezed their voices into one piece, and distributed them to all the creatures in the mountains with ears and ears, and the peach blossoms could not help but shed a few tears, and one by one they froze on the ground, and the little grass and flowers were drunk when they heard it, and they also fell to the beat of the sound for a while, and they got up for a while, and there was no time for the needle.

Lao She's "Spring of Daming Lake":

As soon as the cherry blossoms bloom, the wind and fog of Qingdao can't stop the hail benches of the grass and trees from growing. Begonias, cloves, peaches, pears, apples, vines, and rhododendrons are all vying to open the morning feast, and there are tender green leaves on the roadside in the corners. On the island in May, the smell of flowers is everywhere, and the sound of flowers being sold can be heard early in the morning.

Daming Lake Spring" Lao She.

Writer Lao She's famous prose "Spring of Daming Luyin Lake" describes in detail the beautiful scenery of Daming Lake in Jinan in spring, which is very unique in writing, and has a new sound and is eclectic. This essay expresses Lao She's nostalgia for the beautiful spring scenery in the north, as well as the author's mentality of knowing life and being good at discovering the beauty of life.

1) Have your spring.

With your spring, Yanli is pretty.

Our feelings are fertile ground.

Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, harvest fruitful.

Have your spring, shy and coquettish.

Every glance is like a forgetful attachment.

A deep call for love.

The net is in the heart.

I only want to compete with you.

Fly in love with your spring.

2) The spring of poetry.

The barren hills of the vultures grew green.

Once tears, irrigating the fertile land.

Those poignant songs have been buried in the winter.

What reason do I have to cry for you again?

The breeze awakens a cheerful, childlike face.

The colorful glow in the sky draws a gorgeous arc.

In the fields and in the fields, there are blue runways.

Horses and sheep on the grassland are leisurely in the blue sky.

Sing it! This ancient land under the sun.

In this season of fragrance is an undefeated psalm.