Can anyone help me find three poems about spring

Song Su Shi's "Hui Chongchun River Xiaojing" is one of them.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

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

Tang Dufu "Spring Night Rain".

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.

Tang Yang Juyuan, "Early Spring in the East of the City".

The poet Qingjing is in the New Year, and the green willows are only yellow and half uneven.

If you stay in the forest flowers, you will go out to see the flowers.

Tang Wei Yingwu "Chuzhou West Stream".

The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

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

Tang Meng Haoran, "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.

Song Seng Zhinan "Quatrain".

The shade of the ancient trees is tied with a short canopy, and the cane quinoa 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.

It expresses the praise of spring, and expresses the author's thoughts and feelings of loving life, being positive and enterprising.

Spring" - in this "hymn to spring" that is "full of poetry", in fact, it is full of the writer's thoughts and emotions in a specific period, the pursuit of life and personality, and expresses the traditional cultural accumulation in the writer's bones and his yearning for freedom.

Original text (partial):

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near.

Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, behold, there are a lot 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.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers have a sweet smell; When I closed my eyes, the trees seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

The correct title of the poem is "Spring", and the full text is as follows:

It's spring. The peach blossoms of Longhua have bloomed.

It opened in those nights.

At night in those blood spots.

There was no starlight in those nights.

Those nights were windy.

Those nights listened to the widow's sobs.

And this ancient land.

Like a hungry beast at all times.

Licking the blood of young people.

The blood of the son of a tenacious man.

So after a long winter.

After the season of ice and snow.

After the expectation of fatigue without bush ridge limitation.

These bloodstains, stains of blood.

In the fabulous night.

In the deep darkness of the night in the East.

Burst countless buds.

Embellishment of the south of the Yangtze River is full of spring.

People ask: Where does spring come from?

I said: from a tomb in the suburbs.

Grasp the characteristic scene of spring and write:

Characteristic scene: peach blossom red, plum blossom white, cauliflower yellow.

The warblers are crying, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy.

Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May Jun Zheng Qin 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 comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

I don't know who cut out the fine source or leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like hail bushes and scissors.

"Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene" [Song] Su Shi.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat.

【Early Spring】Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sorrow and wipe away tears.

Smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers.

Wash away the shackles of winter.

Rushing with the fragrance of alcohol.

Flooding in plains and mountain passes.

Although there is no waterfall of bird songs.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed.

Scattered in the foggy dawn.

Rolling on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once the thunder starts.

The clouds fled in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream.

Maybe it came brilliantly overnight.

Yes, there is still a chill.

There are also frosty troubles.

If you listen.

On the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling.

Trembling valleys.

It's like howling together.

But there are already a few tiny cuckoos.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished.

Warm the heavens and the earth.

Even Yun'er no longer floats on him.

Friends, let's say.

Spring is beautiful and abundant.

It's because it's gone through the last steep of the grain.