Collect four poems depicting spring

Remembering Jiangnan. Tang 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 not remember Jiangnan.

Hui Chongchun, Jiang Xiaojing, 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: 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. ]

Early spring in the east of the city, Yang Juyuan.

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

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

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

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.

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.

1.Chang'an Spring.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

The willow branches of Qingmen are weak and weak, and the east wind blows the best color.

The wine in front of the street is drunk and easy to wake up, and the eyes are full of spring sorrow.

Translation: The willows at the east gate drooped and looked weak, and the spring east wind blew the willow branches into a yellowish color.

The alcohol power of East Street is too small, and it is easy to wake up when you are drunk, your eyes are full of spring light, and your stomach is full of spring sorrow, how can you sell it easily?

2.Spring trip to Qiantang Lake.

Tang Dynasty: 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.

Translation: From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jia Ting, the spring water of the lake is just level with the embankment, and the white clouds hang low, connecting with the waves on the lake.

A few early yellow warblers compete to fly to the sunny trees to roost, and the new swallows are nesting in the mud.

The multitude and colorful spring flowers gradually charm the human eye, and the light spring grass is just enough to cover the horse's hooves.

I love the beautiful scenery on the east side of the West Lake, but I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the shade of green willows.

3."Jiangnan Spring".

Tang Dynasty: 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.

Translation: The sound of birds in the south of the Yangtze River is reflected in the green grass and red flowers, and the wine flags flutter everywhere in the foothills of the waterside villages.

There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasty, and countless buildings are all shrouded in wind and smoke.

1."Yongliu" Tang Dynasty: 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.

Verse translation: The tall willow tree is full of green new leaves, and the gentle willow branches hang down like ten thousand gently fluttering green ribbons.

Who cut these thin young leaves by skillful hands? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, which was like a pair of dexterous scissors.

2."Spring Night Rain" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The night trail is dark, and the river boat is bright. Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Vernacular translation: Good rain seems to pick the hour and come in the spring when all things sprout.

With the Japanese wind, it crept into the night. Fine and dense, it moistens all things on the earth.

Thick dark clouds shrouded the field paths; Light up the lights and flicker the fishing boats on the river.

Look at the dewy flowers tomorrow morning, and the city of Chengdu will be full of flowers. 、.

3."Spring Dawn" Tang: 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.

Vernacular translation: I wake up in spring and the sky is already bright, and the crisp calls of birds are everywhere.

Thinking back to the gusts of wind and rain last night, how many fragrant spring flowers were blown off.

Ancient poems Ancient poems that describe spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.