Yu chao's spring poems.

There is no poet like Yu Chao, only Han Yu.

1: Chun Xue

Tang hanyu

There is no youth in the New Year.

The grass bud was surprised at the beginning of February.

Snow is too late for spring,

Therefore, the tree is a flying flower.

In early spring, Zhang became a member of the Ministry of Water Resources.

Tang hanyu

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.

3. Wu He's "xianggong" heard the sound of orioles in early spring.

Han Yu

Fly to Chengdu sooner or later,

Who taught you to sing?

In the spring breeze, mangroves are sleeping,

Like a jealous child singing.

Extended data:

Sentences describing spring:

1: Let's feel the softness of the wind and the moisture of the rain, enjoy the tenderness of spring, embrace the fragrance of spring, and read the article outlined by this writer in spring with a happy mood and an excited heartbeat!

Holding it clearly, reading it indifferently, stroking it, experiencing it leisurely and gathering it silently. The most beautiful article is the most beautiful scene in nature magic, which makes the magician unable to perform amazing; The most beautiful poem is the most beautiful uniformity in nature music, which makes the composer unable to play wonderfully!

2. Listen! Isn't spring a song? She touched our beating heartstrings! Look! Isn't spring a book? She's moving our trembling fingers! Look! Isn't spring just a picture?

She is affecting our blurred eyes! Smell it! Isn't spring a cup of tea? She is shaking our noses! Then, let our thoughts follow the chapter written in spring!

Look! Isn't that fluttering willow just spring hair? Isn't that trembling grass a garland of spring? Isn't that dancing young leaves just a gauze skirt in spring? Isn't that flowing river the skin of spring?

Isn't that clever birdsong the song of spring? Isn't that twinkling star the eyes of spring? Spring is like a painter. She freely spread the green pigments in her hands and dotted various scenes on the earth.

4. Spring is hidden in the warm spring breeze. A breeze blows, like a mother's hand touching you, with the fragrance of grass and flowers in the wind. Everything is so beautiful, everything is so fresh.