Poetry describing the warm sunshine in spring

Poems about warm spring days 1. Poems about October spring.

Nanxiangzi shoumu champion

Author: Longyou Zhen in Southern Song Dynasty

It's sunny in October. Rank plum blossom as the champion. Three days after the ceremony in Chongqing, a virtuous man was born. The first dragonfly was not accidental. Persuade the wine and play the strings. Wear more clothes and live longer. See the sand on the beach rising, next year. Don't come near me tonight

Early winter night, drinking Tang Dumu.

I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with the sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles. The snow on the steps is like a bunch of white pears. Who will be on the fence next year?

Tang Bai Juyi in early winter

In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers. Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first. Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers. At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.

Early winter is a matter of Song and Zhou. The weather in early winter is warm, as small as that in early spring. Ten thousand trees have no leaves, and ten thousand flowers try one. There is a letter from the sky red frost, and the star halo rain is ahead of schedule. I'm afraid of seeing plum blossoms, but I don't know poetry.

2. Poems describing Yangchun

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. . . .

Han Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Long Songs"

In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

Green sunflowers grow in the garden, and the morning dew on the leaves dries in the sunshine. The warm air in spring scatters elegance to the earth, and everything can be full of vibrant brilliance. But autumn, which often worries me, comes too early. Red flowers wither and green leaves wither. Hundreds of rivers flow eastward into the sea. When can we swim west? Anyone who doesn't study hard when he is young can only regret and feel sad when he is old. All rivers flow to the East China Sea. When will they flow to the west again? If a person doesn't do something quickly when he is young, it's useless to be sad when he is old and has nothing to do.

3. Spring Poems in Ancient Poetry

Chun shan de Jia (hot spring bath)

Year: Tang Author: Song

Where to swim today, spring washing medicine will return. The sky is covered with white clouds.

Fish like to look for algae, while people often pick roses in their leisure time. Impermanence in the mountains, life experience is the opposite.

"Spring Banquet" is a cold style text in the main book "Mountain Pavilion" in Song Dynasty.

Year: Tang Author: Song

Childe invited Huan, not in spring. It's easy to climb and practice moss, but difficult to get lost.

The window was covered with warm sunshine, and the waterfall invaded the waterfall in Shui Han. The imperial city is straight, just stay and pick up Luan.

Step by step towards Chunzhou.

Year: Song Author: Zhou Dunyi according to the number of counties in Guangdong, the word if green, no spring.

Bury mountains and smoke locks in sunny days, and protect auspicious people for the country and the sky.

Wanli imperial edict came down, and one person agreed as evenly as possible.

The husband shows his talents at the right time, but the granary is in no hurry to enrich the people.

4. A warm poem about the coming of spring.

"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.

Spring outing in Qiantang River Tang Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

5. Yangchun March Poetry

March 3rd

Author: Bai Juyi

On the third day of March, the window screen of the painting hall brushed the eaves.

Lotus seeds taste several cups of cold wine, while philosophers try spring clothes.

Looking in the mirror in front of the pool reflects flowers on every household.

Pointing to Lounan to play with the new moon, Jade Hook has two slender hands.

It suddenly warmed up on March 4.

Author: Fan Chengda

Sunny, windy in the evening, feeling thin and loose at first sleep.

How catkins stick to mud, as warm as Huaiyin turns to noon.

On March 3rd, there were four West Lake Third Bridge.

Author: Fang Hui

In the first month, Qiaoxi sells restaurants, and the grass is sprouting at the beginning of the willow.

Once again, red and purple will follow the wind and rain, and there will still be wild yellow camellias.

Visit Bian Shi Garden on March 13.

Author: Han Wei

The narrow diameter is deep with bamboo, and the embankment surface is flat.

When I opened the shade, I saw a green stream.

The fish swam out of the willow root and suddenly disappeared.

There's no need to rush the restaurant, the moonlight is white.

6. Poems about warmth

Is it a poem from Warm Travel Around the World? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

Orchids are fragrant. The fog is weak and the wind is purple.

Taoyuan is carefree and carefree, and the wonderful pen Danqing looks back. Yue Ling: General Fan Gai sang a young song, and he fell.

If you mix a second hand first, it will be even more pitiful to spend it in an instant. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

Play fairy songs, dance qingluan, recite poems and make snow, and hug Xuan Bing. Cao Rui is only exposed to the sky, and Hongluan is not exposed to human dust.

Ling Bo idle life dust socks, light step on the water. There is no better flower in the world, and it is more expensive and more suitable in the world.

Xijiangyue: The river is fragrant and the forest is far green. Yu Ying: Shady willows hide in Yu Ying, and fragrant wind flowers chase horseshoes.

Blue mood: exquisite, proud and cold, graceful and cold-resistant cream. Willow: beautiful countryside covered with green and red makeup, the lake light in the virtual pavilion.

Jiao Fangyun: Where is Wei Niang? Song Yu is back, and the two places are haunted. Wei Niang's bun: the water drains the jade toad and swallows it, and Wei Niang's hair is thin and difficult to comb.

Phalaenopsis: crimson sleeves droop like dancing, and white clouds hide the high Tang Dynasty. Late cold: the shadow of geese is separated from clouds and the sound of leaves and warblers, and the wind produces jade, which means late cold and clear.

Butterfly stockings: peach blossoms are like fire on the mountain, and two butterflies fly again. Yunzhu Red: I wove endless sad words in the frame, but now this petal branch is smiling in my lonely sleep.

Lan Yi: Lan Yi is full of fragrance. If you don't accept it, you will be hurt.

Jin Xin: Warm, red and green, and exquisite jade. Continuing the argument, the curtain rolled south.

Jia Jian: Jia Jian is gray and white dew cream. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Miyun Fei: the clouds are elegant, talking about flying, the clouds are double-phoenix, and the furnace smoke seems to move. Wisteria hangs clouds, flowers are suitable for spring, birds are hidden in dense leaves, and they are fragrant and beautiful.

The dream pillow is dry and sad, and the soul returns to the scenic spot. Even though thousands of feet is far away, how can people's hearts be terrible? The ice disappears in the mirror water, and the plum is scattered in the wind. This is the end of the feast and the pot is waiting for dawn.

Lan Shu: Yang met unexpectedly and moved; However, there is a kind of orchid, which contains national fragrance. Menglan: When picking orchids, the fragrance is afraid of falling.

Where beautiful people come from, they sit in the forest with love. Grain Rain: On15th day after Tomb-Sweeping Day, Dou Chenzhi was named Grain Rain.

Snow breaks in Qingming Festival, and frost breaks in Grain Rain. Moon shadow porch: flowers bloom and fall, and the moon shadow is the porch. Frequent concern for each other, not finished talking about love. I want to go and stay.

Wisteria brushed the flowering trees, and there was a layer of rosy clouds between the velvet, and the fairies were also affectionate, and the soft vines wrapped around the branches, making each other drunk. Draw a golden screen: people in the clouds are most homesick, the moon leans against the window and looks at the mountains, recalling the past and enjoying the past, and draw a screen of Jinbo Mountain.

Peony chant: There are more than a thousand flowers in the world. See color today, don't go home.

Acacia: most women in the clouds are in love, and then they don't want to be lovesick, just want Qiongzhi to sleep. Hongluan is affectionate and has no voice of sorrow. She is still happy in heaven, not living in Yaochi Fengge, and would rather have a lover in the world.

A long time ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun. She danced her dagger and drew her sword from all directions. Satin is elegant, firm but gentle, beautiful image and beautiful voice. Cloud ink: A cloud congeals ink, the lotus is wet, and there is still no rain.

The water sill is empty, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Xiachi map: The brocade is rotten by the Weaver Girl Machine, and the rooftop is full of sunny Xiachi.

Fantastic fairy, flying in the air, to have a rest. Wonderful evening: A few firecrackers entered the New Year, and thousands of red letters spread.

It's even more pitiful to have a wonderful chess game before you mix it out. Green smoke: short strips blow short long dikes with oriole Chen Wenjing on them.

You can't hide the smoke in Cui Mu, and the west of the bridge is one painting after another. Dongting Fairy: Dongting Mountain, where the second daughter of the emperor lives, often swims in Jiangyuan.

The wind in the pear garden meets the depth of Xiaoxiang. Mei-yu: I have a female colleague, Yan Rushun-ying, who can fly and Yu Pei can fly. She is beautiful and has a good voice.

Moon-watching Pavilion: When a woman is gorgeous as a flower, don't forget that the heart of the piano is boundless. I'm sorry I don't have a home.

Hua Mulan: I worked hard until I died. As a man, I once had a thrush dream. A few times, the wine brush piled on the cloud to wish Princess Ming.

Langya River: The snowy mountain stream rises, and tourists cross the stream and the ancient river. I don't know how far the stream is, but I see flowers flowing out of the mountains.

Round and rolling: Zhulinwa walked for a hundred years in front of the bamboo velvet body. The years were in a hurry and the country was not round. The boat crossed the strait to send peace. Splendid ball: the peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the lotus on the pool is pure and has a special liking. Only peony is the real national color, and when it blooms, it will move to the capital.

Apricot leaves: the wind returns to the clouds to break the clear rain, and the lake is warm. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.

Pupils in the Spring Festival Evening Pupils: firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

Mother instrument world: last night, the wind opened the peach well, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.

Witches who died in England: Batumi witches sang bamboo songs, annoyed that some people complained that they swallowed too much. I'm still disappointed after hearing about it for a while, but I'll be told what to do after a long time. Feast for dignitaries: Chinese lanterns shine on dignitaries, and charming girls dress up to wait on jade bottles. Suddenly, she remembered her feelings, kissed the earth and pretended to look at Luo socks to cover up the traces of crying.

Great adventurer: looking at Jinsong in the dusk, the flying clouds are still calm, life is like a fairy cave, and the scenery on the dangerous peak is infinite. Bai Juyi: the book of young children spread Bai Juyi, and the west stagnated.

The window screen under the moonlight stage is very thin, and it is filled with fragrance. Pecking the evening: I often admire the jade lang in the world, and the sky should seek a crisp mother.

Self-purification songs scatter white teeth, the wind blows snow and flies, and the sea becomes cold. Girl lovelove: Rain, silent tenderness.

Ask a bosom friend silently. A worried face warms the heart.

May love be short and vulgar. Peony sings magnificently: China's famous flowers are exotic, and the flowers are more fragrant.

Just when it is a spring painting, it turns to the sunset. Sweet wormwood sweet glutinous rice balls: five-color new silk wrapped horns, sent in gold plates, painted on raw fans. In the bathing season of double phoenix shifting to orchid, calamus wine is beautiful.

Feng Qiuhuang: Dai, watery eyes, longer feelings. How can infinite love be sued? Looking at the southeast, a phoenix asks for a phoenix.

Lan Ting: If it is spring and quiet, it is calm and the sky is bright and blue. Sha Ou Ji Xiang, swimming in the brocade scale; The coast is blue and green. Peach Blossom Shoes: Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Jin Jinglan, autumn hoof, a layer of thin frost shines on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Like a dream: last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

You know what? You know what? It should be the green, fat, red and thin Jiao Jiao Hehan girl: exquisite embroidered satin lotus skirt, crimson pattern holding up pink ribbon hanging down, fairy beauty looking at you smartly, only sighing water, silent.

Rain gives birth to hundreds of valleys: Grain Rain has three Hou, and the first Hou is born; The second Hou Ming pigeon brushed off its feathers; After the third, Dai Sheng arrived in San. In mid-March, it is said that the rain gives birth to hundreds of valleys, which are clean and bright.

Baby-faced Hunter: The Wind Blows General to Hunt the Acropolis. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.

It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying. Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.

Take care of yourself: I am a gentleman, obedient to my family and modest. Praise Gong Xuan's virtue, allow IKEA to manage internally.

Bad but obedient imperial concubine, year after year.

7. Yangchun ancient poems

Yang Chunqu's worry about Yin Qiqi's Singing in Spring makes people feel estranged.

Lang did not return, Liu Piao Xue Xiang. ————————————————— Yangchun fragrant curtain is low in humidity, and the curtain rolls with warblers.

Come to think of it, such as a fixed color string. Lonely sleep does not turn, tears touch.

Clean up the flowers on the steps and the wind will blow in more. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

In the alley, it's almost dawn, the east wind is broken, and the old fire needle is close to cold food. The road to youth.

Sorrow is dark, the water is south, and the mountain is north. It's still a treasure carving saddle, calling it with the sound of warblers.

I remember soaring to build the West Garden, and the cold was still in a daze. Whose night flute? There is no heavy curtain hanging in front of the lamp, and flowers and pink tears have been wiped.

Now the information has passed. Lai Haiyan and I met when we were young.

It's a fragrant grass, locked in the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming of a spring shirt. ——————————————————————————————— The window of mica is thin and smoky, and the fragrance is faint.

It's raining, foggy, raining, and the curtains are covered with spring. The music bar is covered with golden unicorn, and the suburb of Shayuan is full of green.

Wendy Ma can chew grass, but passers-by dare not follow the dust. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The flowers in front of the incense temple are red, and the hair color is embroidered in the room. Embroidery, phase, flying swallow queen light dance, purple maid-in-waiting singing beautiful songs.

Thirty-six thousand days, holy king, year after year. ———————————————— Yangchun Wu Song Wheat Garden looks at Xianyang for a hundred miles, knowing that it is the imperial city.

Green trees shake clouds, and spring city is full of wind. Beauty loves scenery and flows around the garden pool.

Yan Yanzi Yue Ying, Luo Yi Piao Chan. Song Yuge is in spring, and Ba people sigh.

Yazheng rewards are different, which makes you embarrassed. Life is more important than profit, and pity is extremely private.

8. Poems describing this day

The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.

The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.

The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

A hundred years will be a hundred years, and you must still love today (Wang Mingshizhen)

Fame is nothing, not as good as two tides in the cold river (Song Luyou)

May you work hard all your life and be happy today (five generations of Niu Qiao)

The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)

When the wind is uncertain, people will calm down first, and tomorrow will be full of red (Zhang Songxian)

I only feel that when I am waiting for that day happily, my daughter always wastes a moment.

The four seasons are only lovely in spring, and one thing can make a teenager crazy (Wang Guowei, Republic of China)

Never wear a long rope (Don Li Shangyin)

The river flows day and night, and the guest is sad (Xie Tiao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties)

High mountains hide the white sun, and the sea drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)

In the green spring, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine (Don Du Fu)

Drunk today, sad tomorrow (Tang Luo trap)

You will be drunk when you send Jun Jun today, and it's a long way to remember (Tang Jiazhi)

I went to the General's Office today and ruined my old scalp this time (Song Yangpu's wife).

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)

When wine is a song, life is geometric, such as morning dew, and going to Japan is more bitter (Cao)

When you are a hundred years old, you can laugh for a few days, but you don't know much about each other (Lanting, He Qing)

Don't worry about the setting sun when you are far away, you can look at the river at the end of the year (Ming ancient Yanwu)

There was no fighting in the wild, and 40 thousand rebels died on the same day (Tang Du Fu)

Qianshan Mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang Wei Zhuang)

A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed (Song Fan Zhongyan)

People are not as good as the sky, and flowers are not as good as the sky (Yuan)

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood (Song Ligou)

When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)

300 lychees a day, it is better to grow up to be a Lingnan person (stone)

9. Poetry about this day

1. Clouds and the sun set each other off, and empty water * * * clarified. Xie Lingyun's Island on the River in the Southern Dynasties

2. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. Wei's "Crossing the East"

3. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the lonely sails come from the sun. Looking at Tianmen Mountain by Tang Li Bai

Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang 'an flowers can be seen all day. Tang Mengjiao after the exam.

Dark clouds crush the city, and light spreads to the sun. Tang Li and Yan Men Tai Shou Hang

6. The clouds began to sink, and the rain was coming. Don Xu Hun's East Building of Xianyang City

7. Old roots are strong and sunny leaves are cloudy. Wang Song Anshi's Lonely Tung

8. The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies into the sky. Song Wangling's Summer Drought and Heat

9. The leaves are endless and the lotus flowers are of different colors. Song Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple 10. At sunrise, the river is red, and in spring, the river is green, like blue. Tang Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

1 1. to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area

12. Only when the sun sets on the mountain stream does the wind shadow of the old flag fall into the spring stream. Tang Lu Guimeng visited Huaiwanling in the past.

13. When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb. Don Du Xunhe's "Bitterness in the Spring Palace"

14. Clouds on the ridge are covered with floc caps, and bronze pheasants are hung on the first tree. Shi's On New Town Road

15. At dusk, the north wind blew away the rain, and several peaks thinned and clouds came out. Don Zhang Lei's "First Meeting Songshan"

16. See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Wu Yun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains in the Southern Dynasties

17. Pilgrims' hats go further and further along the green hills with the sunset. Don Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"

18 ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain in Wangwan of Tang Dynasty.

19. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Jing Tian Sand in Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

20. In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

2 1. It was noon on the day of weeding, and sweat dripped into the soil. Compassion for Farmers by Don Li Shen

22. It was getting late, and the cattle and sheep came down. The Book of Songs: The Battle of Gentlemen

23. A gentleman is serving. The Book of Songs: The Battle of Gentlemen

24. At the southeast corner of sunrise, take a look at Qinshi Mansion. Shang Mo Sang

25. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. Tao Jinyuan's drinking.

26. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Li Bai is hard to be Tang.

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today. Shu Yun, Xietiaolou, Xuanzhou, by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

28. but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Don Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower

29. In the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

30. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. Liu Tang Yuxi's Autumn Poems

3 1. It is full of rustic heat, and its back is scorched by the sun. Tang Bai Juyi's "Cutting Wheat"

32. It's no problem to cross Qian Fan, where there is water everywhere. Tang Wen Ting Yun's Looking at the South of the Yangtze River

33. Thousands of miles away, the city is closed in the long smoke. Song Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride

34. A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? Shu Huan Xi Sha

35. I flew to Chihiro Tower on the mountain and heard the cock crow. Wang Song Anshi's "Flying to the Phoenix"

36. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away. Tianjingsha Qiu Si in Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

37. The mighty sorrow stays in the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon. Modern Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems

38. The green hills on both sides of the strait face each other and sail alone. Looking at Tianmen Mountain by Tang Li Bai