Spring Festival poetry

The sun and the moon are sunny and cloudy, and the mysterious birds are not afraid of peach blossoms.

Since then, the chicken has stood up, and the lover in Sichuan has put a kite.

Awakening of the Four Wonders

At the spring equinox, the rain falls lightly, and the slanting wind on the Liu 'an sends guests home.

The northern season is late, and I knew there was green waist fat.

The Four Wonders and vernal equinox (Heshui Zuo)

Wind and thunder send warmth into mid-spring, and peaches and willows dress up every day.

The equatorial golden sun shines directly on the earth's surface, evenly divided day and night.

Stealing magnolia in the rain at the vernal equinox

There will be light rain at half past the vernal equinox, but no one will see the branches and calendars in chaos.

Looking at the horizon, the spring mountain is full of yarn.

It's just a mild cold that annoys people and makes them afraid to listen to their feelings.

Maybe in this life, I took the grass for an outing by mistake.

Vernal equinox Tang Xuxuan

On the fourth day of mid-spring, spring scenery 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.