What are the beautiful poems about "Liu Xufei in Spring"?

1, Yangliu —— Zheng Gu in Tang Dynasty

Half a smoke and half a rain river bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.

Willow is planted on bridges and roadsides, in contrast to apricot and peach trees. It seems to know the infinite feelings of homesickness, and thousands of wickers shed countless catkins to attract charming spring.

2. In the Song Dynasty, Yu Jiexing introduced "Nan Lu Shu Chun Rao Xu"-Yan.

Street south, Chunshurou, XueMan Chun Road.

The flowers at the top of the tree are colorful and charming, and the person under the tree is Zhu Hu.

There are dense trees in the south of the street and many catkins in spring. Catkin floats like snow on the road to spring. There are beautiful clouds with colorful flowers intertwined on the top of the tree, and there is a vermilion portal for people to live in under the shade.

3. Seeing friends off on the Qingming Festival-Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and some friends are in the garden.

The weather is fine, blowing gently with Liu, begging for a new fire in Qingming, and the people's kitchen raises a fire to cook cigarettes. ?

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, having a small gathering with some friends in the garden. The weather is fine, and the catkins are flying in the spring breeze. After the Qingming Festival, smoke rose from the kitchens of Ran Ran people.

4. "Jade case, Lingbo is only Hengtang Road"-Zhu He in Song Dynasty

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Just like endless tobacco, catkins flying all over the city, and the continuous plum rain in Huangshi.

5, "Shui Yan is busy welcoming lazy and fragrant"-Song Zhang Kun

Yan busy warbler lazy aromatic residual, is on the embankment, willow flowers floating down.

Flying lightly, stippling the green forest, all without talent.

Yaner is busy, Yinger is lazy, and flowers are fragrant. On the willow embankment, Yang's flowers fall, stretch gently, dance with her mother-in-law, and paint and render among the green trees, which reminds people of Han Yu's poem "Jade pod has no talent".