Poetry about the germination of all things.

He (Tang Dynasty)

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.

Second, "the garden is not worth it"

Ye Shaoweng (Song Dynasty)

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.

Third, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

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.

Fourth, "beginning of spring occasionally"

Zhang Wei (Song Dynasty)

There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.

I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.

V. "The Sunset Remembers the Mountains"

Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered.

The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.

It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall.

I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.