Poetry describing spring

1, the original text: win the day and find the waterfront, and there is no new scenery. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

From: Spring by Zhu in Song Dynasty

Commentary: When the weather is fine, the endless scenery along the Surabaya River takes on a new look. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and beautiful spring scenery everywhere.

2, the original: Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

From: Singing Willow by He in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons. I wonder who cut this thin willow leaf. This is the spring breeze in February. Like a magic pair of scissors.

3, the original text: a thousand miles of warblers sing green and red, Shuizhaishan fruit wine flag wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

From: Jiangnan Spring by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The vast south of the Yangtze River is full of singing and dancing, green trees and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere at the foothills of waterside villages. Many ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties are now shrouded in this hazy misty rain.

4, the original: the moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the Beidou is withered south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

From: Moonlit Night by Liu in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: The night is still deeper, and the hazy oblique moon scatters a little light, reflecting every household. In the night sky, the Big Dipper and the South Big Dipper are oblique. I feel the warmth of early spring unexpectedly tonight, and I can hear the sound of spring insects piercing the green window screen.

5, the original text: you have to pity the dog's teeth to print moss, and the small buckle firewood will not open 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.

From: It's not worth visiting the park by Ye Shaoweng in the Song Dynasty.

Interpretation: Perhaps the owner was worried that my clogs would trample his precious moss, so I patted Chai Men gently for a long time. The spring scenery in the garden can't be caged, and branches of red apricots are sticking out of the wall.