Write two lines of poetry describing spring, and two lines of poetry 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.

Ancient poems about spring.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

1. Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. - Du Fu's "Quatrain: Two Yellow Orioles Singing Green Willows".

2. The little lotus only showed sharp corners, and there were dragonflies standing on their heads. - Yang Wanli's "Little Pond".

3. In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. ——Cui Hu, "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang".

4. Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. - Li Bai's "Qingping Tunes".

5. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me. ——Wang Anshi, "Docking the Boat in Guazhou".

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.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. Three or two branches of 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. 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.

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.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

The spring breeze is ten miles of Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.

The two ancient poems describing spring are as follows:

1, "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" [Tang] 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.

2, "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake" [Tang] Bai Juyi. The north of the Gushan Temple is good to infiltrate in the west, 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 shallow grass can not fight the horseshoe. The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.

3, "Spring Day" [Song] Zhu Xi. Shengri seeks Fangsura's waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new. Waiting for leisure to know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

4, "Docking Guazhou" [Song] Wang Anshi. Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze and the south bank of the green river, when will the bright moon shine on me.

5, "Qingyu Case: Lingbo is not Hengtang Road" [Tang] He Zhu Lingbo is not Hengtang Road, but he is sent and Fangchen goes. Jin Se years who with the degree. Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, lock the window Zhu Hu.

Only the spring knows the place. Flying clouds are rising in the twilight. The new question of the colored pen breaks the intestines.

If you ask about leisure, it's a little bit. A Sichuan tobacco, full of wind and flocculents. Plum yellow when it rains.

6, "Lin'an Spring Rain Makeup" [Song] Lu Youshi has been thin like a veil for many years, who made the horseback rider Jinghua. Xiaolou socks 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.