Ancient poems about spring, ancient poems about spring

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Qiantang Lake Spring Trip".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.

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, and 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.

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.

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 solution is to make snow fly 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 in the imperial capital.

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.

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.

I'm afraid there is no ancient poem with the word spring together.

Spring Dawn - Meng Haoran Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Jiangnan Spring" - Du Fu Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, Shuicun Mountain Guo wine flag wind. Staring at the four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

Appreciating Spring" -Zhu Xi When the mountains are full of flowers, he prefers this side of the garden. The sunset is still together, and the cuihua is swaying lightly.

Silent Night Thoughts - Li Bai The bright moonlight in front of the bed, doubting that the circle is frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown.

Ascending" - Du Fu The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

Flower Shadow - Xin Qiji's overlapping Yaotai, several times the wild boy of the Kai cavity can't sweep away. Just cleaned up by the sun, also called the bright moon to send the future.

Quatrain" Tang] Du Fu.

The river is more than white, and the mountains are blue and flowery.

Looking at the spring again, when is the return year.

Three Songs of Jiangnan Words".

Tang] Baiju carries fiber.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old;

The sunrise river flowers are red like fire, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Jiangnan recalls, the most memorable is Hangzhou;

Looking for Guizi in the middle of the month in the mountain temple, the county pavilion pillow looks at the tide.

When will I visit again!

Jiangnan recalls, followed by Wu Palace;

Wu wine a glass of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa double dance drunk hibiscus.

Meet again sooner or later!

Poppy Beauty: The Wind Returns to the Small Courtyard and the Green".

Five Generations] Li Yu.

The wind returns to the small courtyard and the courtyard is green, and the willow eyes continue in spring.

With a long day of silence, the sound of the new moon is still like that year.

The sheng song has not dispersed, and the ice on the pond surface has been solved.

The candle fragrance is dark, and the temples are full of green frost and residual snow.

Break the show. Spring Scene".

Song] Yan Shu. When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming.

Three or four points of green moss on the pond, one or two yellow orioles at the bottom of the leaves.

The day is long and the fly is light.

Qiaoxiao is a female companion in the east, and picks mulberry to meet directly.

It is suspected that last night's spring dream was good, and Yuan is winning today's fighting grass.

Laughter is born from both faces.

New Thunder "Qing] Zhang Weiping.

Creation is silent but affectionate, and every time it is cold, it is born in spring.

Thousands of red and purple are arranged, just waiting for the first sound of new thunder.

Wangjiangnan: Transcendent Taiwan".

Song] Su Shi. Spring is not old, and the wind is thin and willow is oblique.

Try to shout on the transcendent stage to see, half a trench spring water and a city of flowers.

Smoke and rain are dark.

After the cold food, the wine wakes up but sighs.

Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire.

Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

Lin'an Spring Rain Makeup Ji".

Song] Lu argues and imitates the tour.

The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and you can go home as if you are Qingming.

Late Spring" Tang] 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, only to solve the snow flying all over the sky.

Nanhu Early Spring" Tang] Bai Juyi.

The wind returns to the clouds, the rain is clear, and the lake is warm and bright.

The red mountain apricot hair is broken randomly, and the new green water is flattened.

The wings are low, the white goose is still heavy, and the tongue is astringent.

No, Jiangnan Spring is not good, and the mood is reduced by decay and illness every year.

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, and 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.

There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, 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 solution is to make snow fly 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 in 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 blew the dream of the countryside overnight, and chased 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.

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.

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.

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.

Kasuga (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.

Remembering Jiangnan (Bai Juyi).

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old;

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?