Poems on the vernal equinox?

The poems of the Spring Equinox Festival are specifically shared as follows:

1, always blowing dance sleeves in tall buildings, autumn wind is not as good as spring wind. -Wang Jian's "Weiyang Wind"

Break through the stereotype of predecessors' description of court grievances, and extensively describe court life in Tang Dynasty. Fifth, some works in the Seven Words are touching, but they are mixed with negative and decadent thoughts. His quatrains are fresh and beautiful.

2, purple hates red sorrow, and the spring breeze blows in. -Shen Gu's "Mrs. Folding Flowers"

Colorful but bring people is purple hate red sorrow. Who are the thousands of thoughts in this? The delicate hand that wants to fold flowers wants to have a good rest, but as a result, it doesn't understand the spring breeze in people's hearts and blows red into it. This is a poem written by a Ming Dynasty poet. Purple hates red sorrow, which is not the feeling of flowers in nature. Flowers don't know how to leave their sadness. But the poet moved people's feelings to the flowers here, expressing women's inner worries and women's yearning for distant relatives.

Last year, when the flowers bloomed, it was time to leave my loved ones. Flowers are blooming again this year, but relatives have not come back yet. The ladies lowered their heads and eyebrows, and their hearts were full of worries. The colors in front of us are particularly sultry and melancholy, causing women's infinite yearning for continuous cutting and chaos.

On the fourth day of mid-spring, spring is in the middle. Green fields go around the moon, and clear clouds are intermittent. I still swallow, and the flowers have fallen. The tall buildings are late and the songs are inaudible. -Don Xu Xuan's Vernal Equinox

The fourth day of February coincides with the vernal equinox solar terms; Spring is just over half. On the green field, the moon lingers slowly; In the mysterious sky, clouds are floating intermittently. Swallows fly by; Flowers fall one by one. Thinking of women in tall buildings and watching the end of the world, it's getting late; The song floating in the distance is too sad to listen to.