Verses describing Tian Chunjingguang, poems praising the spring scene

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.

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.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?

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.

Peach Blossom Creek (Zhang Xu).

The faint flying bridge is separated by smoke, and the fishing boat is asked on the west side of the rock.

The peach blossoms flow with the water all day long, where is the hole in the clear stream?

Move to the Pavilion on the Lake (Rong Yu).

Fortunately, it is a pavilion on the Spring Breeze Lake, and the wicker vines are divorced.

Huang Ying has known each other for a long time, and wants to say goodbye to four or five times.

Diaoyu Bay (Chu Guangxi).

Fishing in the green bay spring, the spring is deep and the apricot flowers are chaotic.

The pond is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus knows that the fish are scattered.

Treat lovers at sunset, and maintain the green shore of the boat.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

In front of the Yellow Master Pagoda, the river is east, and the spring is lazy and leaning on the breeze.

Peach blossoms bloom in clusters, cute crimson loves light red?

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.

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.

Chuzhou Xijian (Wei Yingwu).

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Jiang Nanchun (Du Mu).

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

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.

The grass grows, the warbler flies, and the and willows are drunk in spring smoke in February. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. "Drinking" (Tao Yuanming).

Picking chrysanthemums in the east, you can see Nanshan quietly.

Self-pity is childish and desolate, and the years are long.

Use clumsy manga to make the text have a grave, avoid sorrow and not get drunk for the hometown.

The rain in spring forbids birds and music, and the wind returns to the wild geese at the end of the day.

There is nothing to gain from the mountains and forests, and the poor people feel vast.

Ishise light is migratory, and Shabu is flat.

The maple forest is a famous society, and the spring draws a cold shadow.

The fence is interconnected, and the slender flowers and bamboos are quiet.

I am self-sufficient and happy, and I don't feel that the hills are full of gardens.

Although Yin has no grace, the official is fortunate to screen first.

When the horn is cautious, Tianlu is the three provinces.

The proud child rests the horse's feet, and the high man pays the cow collar.

No one urges the rent, and the fresh cooking is the same well.

The chicken number starts from all sides and ends in the Central Plains.

The pre-abstaining woman is pre-emptive, and the child is with the door.

The plough and hoe bring the morning view, and the road is more laughing and noisy.

Su Lu Mao Mang, wild hairpin roots.

The color is covered with mist, and the spring sky is fresh.

Xin Yi Mao Hengfu, Jin Pheasant Jiao Empty Garden.

The young Zhuang has tended to be cloudy, and he is still squatting.

The crab roe is moistened by the rain, and the wild horses run from the wind.

The village is the second set, and the isolation leads to greetings.

Say that the moon is good, and strive to compete in the morning and dusk.

The mud at the bottom of the field is still deep, and the flowers and leaves are cut into the heart.

At the beginning of the late seedlings, twist the golden velvet thread, and plant the green jade needle first.

The clouds and ridges are full of water, and the silk wind and drizzle are cloudy.

Don't listen to the cuckoo and be anxious, and pour it for the pot.

The verses in praise of the spring scenery are:

1. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me? From Wang Anshi's "Docking Boat Guazhou" in the Song Dynasty

Translation: The warm spring breeze blows the scenery on the south bank of the Yangtze River again, when will the bright moon shine on me and return to my hometown?

2. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. From Wei Zhuang in the Tang Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Barbarian, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good".

Translation: In spring, the river is clearer and greener than the blue of the sky, and you can also sleep listening to the sound of rain on the painted boat.

3. The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. From Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: In spring, the river tide is mighty and connected with the sea, and a bright moon rises from the sea as if it is gushing out with the tide.

4. The rivers and mountains are beautiful in the late days, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. From Du Fu's "Two Quatrains" in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The rivers and mountains bathed in the spring light are particularly beautiful, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants.

5. Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. From "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi in the Song Dynasty

Translation: Anyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows the ground with a hundred flowers blooming, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, and there are spring scenery everywhere.

Tour Shanxi Village [Song] Lu You Mo Xiao Farmhouse Wax Wine Hun, Harvest Year Stay Guests Enough Chickens and Dolphins. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. The old farmer lived in the mountains and cultivated three or four acres of mountain fields.

Miao is not allowed to eat more taxes, and the imported official warehouse is turned into soil. The hoe ploughs the empty room at dusk, and Hu'er climbs the mountain to harvest acorns. Xijiang Jia Kezhu Baihu, the boat dog long meat.

Spring Pastoral Wang Wei The spring doves in the house are singing, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees. Hold an axe to cut down the distant poplar, and the lotus hoe looks for the spring vein. Return to the swallow to know the old nest, and the old man looks at the new calendar.

Suddenly, melancholy travelers. Tour Shanxi Village [Song] Lu You Mo Xiao Farmhouse Wax Wine Hun, Harvest Year Stay Guests Enough Chickens and Dolphins. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Return to Songshan as Qingchuan with long and thin, chariots and horses to leisure. If the flowing water is intentional, the twilight birds will return to each other. The deserted city is in the ancient crossing, and the sunset is full of autumn mountains.

Coming back and retreating. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village" The old man Gu Ji Huang invited me to Tian's house. The green tree village is close to the edge, and the green mountain Guo is oblique outside.

Open the noodle garden, and talk about the wine. Stay until the Double Ninth Day, and come to chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "Quatrain" The country is beautiful in the late days, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks. Du Fu's "Quatrain" Two yellow orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go to the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to the sky, and the mountains are connected to the sea. The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing. The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water. The middle age is quite good, and the late home is in the south of the mountains. Xinglai Mei is alone, and he knows what he is winning.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date. Qingxi Yan into the Huanghua River, every chase the green stream water.

With the mountains, there will be thousands of turns, and there will be no hundred miles of fun. The sound is noisy in the stone, and the color is quiet and deep. The rippling pan water chestnut is clear and reflects the reeds.

I'm idle, Kiyokawa is like this. Please stay on the rock, the fishing will be done. Weichuan Tianjia obliquely illuminates the ruins, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys.

The wild old man thought of the shepherd boy, leaning on the staff and waiting for the thorn. Pheasant sentence Yu wheat seedlings show, silkworm sleeping mulberry leaves sparse. Tian Fu and He hoeed, and the words of each other followed.

That is, the envy of leisure, and the decline of sorrow. New Sunny Field (one night) looks at the new Clear Plain. Extremely clean and dirt-free.

Guomen Lindutou. The village tree is connected to the mouth of the stream. Outside the white water Mingtian.

After Bifeng came out of the mountain. There are no idlers in the agricultural month. Dumping family affairs in the south of the acre.

Huanghuachuan is in danger of tens of thousands of turns, and it will be three days off for several miles. Ring to see the apprentices, hidden across the forest hills. The rain is sassy and pine, and the gurgling stones are in the middle.

In the deep stream, there is a long roar on the top of the mountain. Looking at Nanshan Yang, the white dew is long. The green gaoli has been cleaned, and the green trees are lush like floating.

used to be tired of being secret, and people were worried. Cui Puyang's brother Ji Chongqian Shanxing The autumn colors are good, and the situation is idle on the pond. Under the west forest, you know the mountain in front of you.

Thousands of miles of horizontal color, several peaks out of the clouds. Saga against the Qin State, together with the Jingguan. The remnant rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are still flying at sunset.

The old man is now Shanger, sighing for this decadence.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran) Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall Ancient poems describing spring Yongliu (He Zhizhang) Jasper makeup is 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 Joy of rain on a spring night (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.