What are the ancient poems describing spring?

Ju Hee Song

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

The Willow

Tang He Zhang Zhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Boarding Guazhou

Wang Song Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Don du fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

In early spring, member of Zhang Shui Department (I)

Tang hanyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Spring outing in Qiantang River

Tang Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

This park is not worth visiting.

Burning Weng with pine leaves

Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Two Late Scenes by the Hui Chong River/Two Small Scenes by the Hui Chong River.

Song sushi

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Jiang Nanchun, thousands of miles of Yingying sing green and reflect red.

Don Dumu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

Birdsong stream

Don

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Chunjiang moonlit night

Don Zhang Xu Ruo

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? At the beginning of the month, Jiang Yue took pictures of people.

Rural residence

Qinggaoding

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Moonlit Night/jathyapple

Tang Liu Fang Ping

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Set the storm, don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest.

Song sushi

On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back is always bleak.

Two quatrains

Don du fu

One is the beauty of mountains and rivers in the spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Secondly, the bluebirds in the river are too white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are burning. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?

Chun Xue.

Tang hanyu

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds. Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.

Travel notes of Man Jing

Mingyuan Hongdao

The weather in Beijing is very cold. After Hua's birthday, the winter is still very cold. The cold wind often blows, a piece of flying sand. I want to go out in a room as if I were at home. Every time the wind runs, it is the return of the pot. On the 22nd, the weather was slightly warmer, so I went out to Dongzhimen to the well with some friends. Tall willows stand by the river bank, and the fertile land is wet, empty and open, as if to escape from the cage of swans. At this time, the ice skin began to dissolve and the wave color suddenly appeared.

Occasionally in spring

Song Chenghao

There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river. At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal.

Two late spring poems, the first part

Tang hanyu

Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The first period of spring rain in Lin' an

Song Lu