There are ancient poems that describe spring, and what are the ancient poems that describe spring?

Ancient poems describing spring are:

1. The wind returns to the small courtyard and the courtyard is green, and the willow eyes are spring. ——Li Yu, "Poppy Beauty, Wind Returns to the Green of the Small Courtyard".

2, Shuangyan flies here, do you meet on Mo? Stirring up spring sorrow like catkins. ——Feng Yansi, "Where to Go in a Few Days".

3. Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to go. - Su Shi, "Hui Chong Spring River Evening Scene".

4. The waning moon is bright on the side, don't cry before dawn. ——Niu Xiji, "Shengchazi Spring Mountain Smoke Wants to Harvest".

5. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. ——Bai Juyi's "Three Songs of Remembering Jiangnan Words".

6. Yanyan flew in and asked where the spring was, only the pond was green. ——Jiang Kui, "Light Yellow Willows, Empty City Xiaojiao".

7. When will the spring rain floor return to Zhejiang tide? No one knows how many bridges have you crossed the cherry blossoms? - Su Manshu, "Ten Poems of Ability, Selected Two".

8. The breeze urges me to hang sails, and the green spring shore wants to be flattened. ——Cha Shenxing's "Dawn on Mandarin Lake".

9. The old hatred of the spring river continues, and the new hatred of the clouds and mountains is thousands. ——Xin Qiji, "Nian Nujiao, Shu Dongliu Village Wall".

10, the Ming Dynasty traveled to the garden, and quickly reported the spring. ——Wu Zetian, "La Ri Xuanzhao Xing Shangyuan".

1. "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake".

1. Original text. 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.

2. Translation. Go to the north of Gushan Temple, the west of Jia Gongting, rest for the time being, raise your eyes and look into the distance, but see that the water surface is flat, the white clouds are hanging low, and the beauty is boundless.

A few yellow warblers, competing to fly to the sunny trees first, whose swallows, in order to build a new nest to bring spring mud?

The flowers are colorful, almost charming to the eye, and the weeds are green, just covering the horse's hooves.

The scenery in the east of the lake makes you forget to return, and the most lovely thing is the white sand embankment covered by green poplars.

2. "In the Mountains".

1. Original text. Jingxi white stone out, the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet.

2. Translation. Jingxi flows through the white stones, and the weather becomes cold, and the red leaves are sparsely dropped.

There was no rain on the mountain path, but the emerald color seemed to be wet.

3. "Fortune Operator, I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River".

1. Original text. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

2. Translation. I live at the source of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but I can't see you all the time, but we drink the water of the Yangtze River together.

When did the river stop flowing like this? When will this hatred stop? I just hope that your heart is like mine, and I will definitely live up to your lovesickness.

Fourth, "Autumn Wind Words".

1. Original text. The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened.

When do you know when you will see each other? It's embarrassing to be on this night!

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, short-term lovesickness is infinite, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

2. Translation. The autumn breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves in the wind gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are already perched, and they are startled by the bright moon. Friends are looking forward to seeing each other, but they don't know when, at this time, on such a night, lovesick dreams are difficult to come true.

Walk into the door of lovesickness, know the pain of lovesickness, eternal lovesickness forever memories, short-term lovesickness but endless, I knew that lovesickness is so tied in my heart, it is better not to know each other at the beginning.

5. "Golden Clothes".

1. Original text. Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth.

2. Translation. I advise you not to cherish the luxurious golden clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth.

Ancient poems describing spring are:

1. 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.

2. 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.

3, Spring Outing Song (Wang Ya).

Apricot by the river of ten thousand trees, a new night wind. The garden is full of shades of color, shining in the green waves.

4. Spring Festival (Du Fu).

Su Su tidbits are late, and Fei Fei is light. The day is long, the male bird is finches, and the spring is far away.

5, 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.

6, 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.