Poetry describing love in spring

1. Love Spring Poems (Complete Poems Describing Spring)

Poems about love spring (complete poems describing spring) 1. Complete collection of poems describing spring

Poems describing the scenery in spring

1, at sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.

-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"

2, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"

3, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry.

-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

4. The evening is beautiful and the spring breeze is fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

-Du Fu's quatrains

5. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"

6, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky.

-Du Fu's quatrains

7, three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, Chunjiang plumbing duck prophet.

-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

8. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat.

-Zhang Ci "Yu Gezi"

9. Spring Garden can't be closed.

-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"

10, win the day and find the fragrance of water and shore, and the boundless scene will be new for a while.

-Zhu's Spring Day

1 1, Qianli Ti Ying Qinghong, Shuicun Guo Shan Jiuqi Feng. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

12, Weicheng light dusty rainy city, guest house willow. Wang Wei

Weicheng district

13, Lianhaiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

Spring came before dawn, and birds sang everywhere around me, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.

Dawn of spring

2. Poetry that loves spring

Write sentences in spring 2

1) Spring is coming! You see, the melting ice water woke up the stream. "Ding Dong Ding Dong" is like a magical singer of nature, singing crisp and sweet songs and running forward. ...

2) The willows spread their yellow-green branches and leaves, swaying gently in the slight spring breeze, as if groups of fairies dressed in green were dancing. Peach trees sandwiched between willows also have bright flowers, green Liuhonghua, which is really beautiful!

3) Every spring, kapok as red as fire, peony as pink as chardonnay and Chinese rose as white as jade are in full bloom. Some are in bud, some are in bud, and some are in full bloom. A burst of warm-hearted flowers attracted many little bees, buzzing and dancing.

4) The tender buds on the branches of Chinese fir are already quite tender, reflecting the bright sky. Do you think spring can be far behind?

5) Even if you miss the delicate daffodils in the water, don't forget that in the lonely corner of the valley, wild lilies also have spring …

This spring has given people new life and new hope. I like this beautiful spring.

3. What poems describe spring?

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 1

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

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.

Translation:

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed. Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.

2. Spring Day

Song: Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Translation:

The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

3. Jiangnan Spring

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

Translation:

Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of water towns. There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.

4. "Occasionally in spring"

Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao

There were faint clouds in the sky, and the wind blew on my face. At this time, it was noon, and I walked through the flowers and along the green willows, and unconsciously came to the river.

At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal.

Translation:

The clouds are light and the wind is light. It's almost noon in spring, beside the flowers and accompanied by willows, I walked to the river bank. This pleasant spring outing, people don't understand, they will say that I am busy and want to learn from teenagers.

5. Early spring in Nanhu Lake

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.

The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.

Translation:

The dark clouds dispersed, the wind and rain stopped, the weather just cleared up, and the sun shone on the lake to form a reflection, which had a warm and lively feeling. Full of apricots, broken red spots; The floating apples on the lake are as endless as a neat lawn.

The rain on the white goose was not dry, and its wings became heavy, so it had to fly low. The yellow owl's tongue is also quite rough and doesn't listen to her. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that my body and mind are getting older every year and my interest is decreasing.

4. Ask 10 for a poem about spring.

Modern poetry. The groves in the city have turned green. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my grove came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the door closed by mud with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. Walking towards me leisurely, there are happy tears on my face. Pushing open the door of spring, I hear birds chirping in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school gate. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which gives me a sense of closeness. They are my friends, and they are like relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. Sometimes I think of some tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. My spring poems were written in spring. My poems are leaves and crowns in spring. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? The rain passed through my chest. A voice dripped from a high place, like a Rapunzel shawl, and a black waterfall held time tightly on me. Therefore, being a dizzy elf in the endless rain curtain can't tell who is the real irresistible desire. Raindrops are flying in the air and slowly floating in the air. The accumulated strength seeped into my broad chest quietly from the simple clouds, so the waves in my chest stirred ripples and beat on the emotional shore reef. Waves of breath and drops of rain nourish each other, and drops of rain go deep into my heart without cover. Mix with my thoughts, then wash everything through the narrow space in my heart, and a ray of sunshine flies into my sunny sky through time. On February 23, 2004, Looking at a Snow in Spring boarded the train bound for spring with the sharp sword of the season, ruthlessly scraped off the restless buds, let the little hand that had been chapped for a winter stretch out, stepped on a snow in spring and held high the banner of hunting and chasing. The dialogue between spring and snow is precious. Snowflakes flow freely in six directions, conveying wet information. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden cold in late spring. Grab everyone's love. Looking up, the contact between heaven and earth is intense and pure along the slope of the season. The last snow and trees outside the window are waiting for February 3, 2004. Looking at the horizon, the branches droop and sigh, and the fog drips into the yearning for spring. A bud quietly arching the frozen soil knocks on the door of the earth. Free-roaming sparrows disappear into the cracked trunk of ice and enjoy love. Light kites in the suburbs, sailing all the way to the territory of spring. The road is still muddy. Occasionally, pedestrians turn up their collars to keep the cold out, and the sun shines into the spring gate. On February 5, 2004, I didn't make an appointment with a kite and flew my son to a mountain top in the suburbs. I am so excited that a floating leaf is flying in the distance. There you are. I lay next to my wife and kissed Achnatherum splendens all afternoon. I really want to take out my son's homework in his schoolbag and help him sweep it. The lawn between buildings is covered with wild flowers, and then "Cleisthenes" cries like a shepherd boy. Cattle raise their hooves and spray beads to wake up the ears of spring from the river. Next to it are the seedlings that grow wildly in spring and the dense leaves on the ridge of the field. Imagine, not long ago, this old buffalo was muttering, pushing the pace of the season. An empty philosopher is holding hands and making various gestures, turning the warm colors in the earth through the cold eyes of the season. Cool classical figures lean heavily to the mud waves, and plowshares and old farmers are urged to carry the last feather on their backs. After experiencing abundant vitality, they hid under the wings of late spring dusk, and a feather serenaded safely and gracefully in the wind, gently licking the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Under the eaves of love, I once fell out of favor again. I turned my back on my wish. Once romantic passion, in the space of steaming clouds in spring, quietly swam a drop of clear tears. Vilen saw that the dying light was bathed in the tempering of clouds. The fiery journey of the sea and sky riding beautiful feathers can't be crossed, and then I hold high the pious prayer flags and fly away with wordless promises. Who hunted the feathers of spring but couldn't find the emotional branches soaring in the sky? I think in a spring afternoon, there may be many things that will be boring and lonely, watching the distant sky, clouds and crowded downstairs crowded with pedestrians in a hurry. They all look serious and witness the actions of others. On the one hand, the sky is clear with lyrical pigeon feathers and pigeon whistle, and they glide unscrupulously between kites and breezes. A vigorous and powerful shadow can only be moved by choosing irregular strokes and traces of thinking. Pigeons erect open feathers, arrive at the distant bridge, wait for a beam of sunshine, preferably the long-lost sunshine, and then embrace the ancient poem Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran). In the early morning of spring, when I woke up, I felt relaxed and birds were singing everywhere. But now I think of that night and that storm. I wonder how many flowers were broken and the ancient poem "He (Zhang Zhi)" was dressed as a tree. Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem describing spring, knows the rainy season, and it will rain when spring comes. The wind sneaked into the night and everything was silent. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Seeing the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. The ancient poem describes spring (Wang Wei) as birds singing in the stream, and the night is quiet and spring. In the spring stream, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. The ancient poem Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi), which describes spring, is in full bloom in April, and the peach blossom in Shansi is in full bloom. I hate that spring is nowhere to be found, but I don't know where to ask for help. In late spring (Han Yu), the grass tree knows that spring is coming back, and all kinds of red and purple flowers are competing for beauty.

5. Poems describing spring

A poem describing spring in ancient poetry 1: "Singing Willow" He Biyu hangs down as a tapestry of countless strands of blue silk.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Poem 2 describing spring: "It's not worth visiting the garden". Ye Shaoweng wants to pity his teeth and seal the moss, but Chai Fei won't leave 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. Poem 3 describing spring: Chunxiao Meng Haoran, I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.

But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Poem 4 describes spring: Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing Su Shi is a duck prophet on the Chunjiang River. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Poem 5 describes spring: "Jiangnan Spring" Du Mu's thousands of miles of warblers are bright red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

The sixth poem describing spring: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu knew the rainy season and when spring would happen. 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.

Poetry 7 describing spring: "Birds Singing in the Stream" Wang Weiren is idle with sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Poetry 8 describes spring: "Late Spring" Han knows that spring is coming back, and there are all kinds of red and purple disputes. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Poetry 9 describes spring: "Early spring is a member of the Ministry of Water, and Zhang is eighteen years old." The rain in Hanyu Tianjie is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Poetry 10 describes spring: "Chun Xing" Wu Liuyin is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. Last night, the spring breeze blew away my sweet dream of homesickness. In my dream, I chased the spring breeze back to my hometown.

A poem describing spring 1 1: The South Village of the Capital by Cuihu set off a peach blossom last year. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Poetry 12 describes spring: "quatrains" Du Fu's mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze and flowers are fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

The poem describing spring is 13: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside". Du Niang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

Modern poem describing spring 14: "Spring, Ten Haizi" Haizi Spring, ten Haizi are resurrected in the beautiful scenery, laughing at this barbaric and sad Haizi. How long have you slept? In spring, ten Haizi growled around you, danced with me, messed up your black hair by singing, and rode away on you. The dust is flying, and the pain of your division permeates the land of spring. This is the only Haizi who brutally retaliates. The last one is children of the night, immersed in the winter, unable to extricate himself, loving the empty and cold countryside with high grain piles. Half covered the window, in the mouth of a family of six. Half of them eat and eat for agriculture. They breed strong winds from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn. What do you mean by dawn? Poetry describing spring 15: "Spring reminds me" Yu Guangzhong's spring reminds me of Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, where mulberry leaves were picked when I was nine years old. Dragonflies are caught inside (you can go back from Keelung Port). Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao reminds me of Lotus Lake, Linghu Lake and Crab Lake, as well as the small battlefields of King Wu and King Yue in Jiangnan (the war is beautiful enough). Shi has escaped. Fan Li is gone. In the spring of Jiangnan where wine flags are flying (it takes three hours to fly from Songshan), I think of Jiangnan where weeping willows are everywhere. Many cousins, walking on the ground of Liu (I can only marry one of them! ) Walking through Liu Di, where are many cousins? Ren Yi is old. Even if they meet in Jiangnan (Jiangnan, cloud spray for three hours), they will not accompany me to pick lotus and ling. Even if we meet, we will meet in Jiangnan, where is my mother's Easter in Xinghua Village (where is the restaurant) in Jiangnan. What didn't come back to life was my mother, Tomb-Sweeping Day, a little girl in the south of the Yangtze River. My mother is calling me, calling me at Yuantong Temple and calling me at this side of the Strait. Shouting across the sea, in Jiangnan, where there are many temples, pavilions and kites, Jiangnan in the bell (standing in Keelung Port, thinking-I can't go back if I want to), Jiangnan with many swallows describing spring 16: "Spring" Xu Yong swallows return and sing under the eaves of the thawed river, with a sudden blood and a sudden. This is a season to add letters. Giving means getting more. Sometimes I am silent, which makes me fall into deeper silence. For us, the best way to study something is to be in it. Spring is a typical example. Swallows in spring fly over my head, and rivers in spring flow with my blood. Spring ploughing the earth, scars are engraved on my heart. Spring makes me know more about life. My mother has the live vegetable basket, and my neighbor's sister is busy preparing for the wedding. Spring makes me more willing to be moved by ordinary things. The poem describing spring is 17: 800 Li Chun, like a huge, silent pipe. Make everything in the south of the Yangtze River smoke. The waterwheel rotates day and night, and the outline of kapok bluestone on both sides of the river builds a home. The breeze is like a straw rope tied with cow smoke, and it moves quickly.

In the village dictionary, I have noticed that the moon has fallen into the water, and the morning glory is already in the shape of a smile, alas! How can a girl who has climbed over the fence overcome your beauty? From the shallow sideburns, I am destined to be a liberated weeping willow, expressing free spring at will. At noon, watching the rain jump over the dike pond little by little, I began to have a small plot-drilling wells from new leaves. Children in green moss and wormwood describe the poem of spring together 18: "Spring" Chen Dexuan Spring grows in our hearts and stays on our fingers like running water bouncing on thin ice, making a clicking sound. Greetings are part of spring. If you can remember a person's name and the name of a friend you haven't seen for years, you can still call out another part of spring and hide it in a book to protect us forever. Towards the distant's poem about spring 65. 438+09: "Spring" The thawed mountains in Wang Qingming stand upright with rough chests, and the thawed river is dripping with the same tenderness as spring.

6. Poems about spring

He dressed Zhang Jasper as a tree and hung it down with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

"It's not worth going to the park." Ye Shaoweng should pity his fangs and print his hair, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't 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.

"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? "Riverside Scenery in Hui Chong" Su Shi has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo. He is a prophet of warm ducks in Riverside.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Recalling Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Pear blossoms are full of snow and spring, and the powder fragrance reached the horizon last night.

I feel sorry for you. I was slightly wet by the rain and accompanied by a blue shirt for a long time. A tree breeze deceives the national color, and several moonlight screens.

Now I'm standing on the east coast, remembering how Iraqis spend their spring. Spring in Tang Xin is sad and empty. I reached out my hands, what I lost and what I caught. Reading like a saint in a cold hut can't save me from my long loneliness and make people crazy. Who am I going to kill next How many famous emperors have I buried in my imagination? In fact, I would like to be a happy hooligan in a hat. Whistling and wandering around on a broken car, maybe I should roar, maybe I should sneer, maybe I should lie down and have a good sleep. In spring, ten Haizi and ten Haizi all came back to life in the beautiful scenery, laughing at this barbaric and sad Haizi. How long have you slept? In spring, ten Haizi growled around you, danced with me, messed up your black hair by singing, and rode away on you. The dust is flying, and the pain of your division permeates the land of spring. This is the only Haizi who brutally retaliates. The last one is children of the night, immersed in the winter, unable to extricate himself, loving the empty and cold countryside with high grain piles. Half covered with windows, a family of six. Half of them eat and eat for agriculture. They breed strong winds from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn. What do you mean by dawn? In spring, I think of Yu Guangzhong's spring, and I think of Jiangnan in Tang poetry. When I was nine, I picked mulberry leaves in it. Dragonflies are caught inside (you can go back from Keelung Port). Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao reminds me of Lotus Lake, Linghu Lake and Crab Lake, as well as the small battlefields of King Wu and King Yue in Jiangnan (the war is beautiful enough). Shi has escaped. Fan Li is gone. In the spring of Jiangnan where wine flags are flying (it takes three hours to fly from Songshan), I think of Jiangnan where weeping willows are everywhere. After walking through Liu Di, many of my cousins are still the same. Even if they meet in the south of the Yangtze River (where the clouds spray for three hours), they will not accompany me to pick lotus and ling. Even if we meet, we will meet in Jiangnan, where there is my mother's Easter in Xinghua Village in Jiangnan (there is a restaurant). It's my mother, Tomb-Sweeping Day, a little girl in the south of the Yangtze River who hasn't come back to life, calling me. Call me at Yuantong Temple, call me here in the Strait, call me there in the Strait, in Jiangnan, where there are many temples, pavilions, kites and bells (standing in Keelung Port, I think-I can't go back if I want to ... Yu Jian has been waiting for them to call me all spring. I think they will call me all spring. I listened nervously to the noise outside the house. I hear the wind moving. On hearing the strange noise, I jumped up and opened the door. I stood at the door for a long time. I thought they would come and let my mother realize that I was restless and look at me gently. I can't. Tell her something, so I have to pick her up and pass me my medicine. I think they came to call me. Spring has arrived. It's a sunny day. The birds rushed in through the window with their hands in the sky. I think they will call me until the bird leaves the tree. This spring, the first person to see running water flowing from grass buds in Shengxing will be blessed with good health and good luck. It is the thawed ice crying for pain, but blind brothers, blind brothers, how many times do I have to explain in my ear before this fictional beauty will appear in your heart? Is it that the princess of this small town is answering questions in Mandarin in the middle school classroom at the moment, waiting for the incident that the murderer cut the body into pieces and threw it into the mechanical well in the suburban wheat field? Almost at the same time, I predicted that it was time for wolves to abandon evil and promote good. I heard that even mice gave birth to disgusting babies. A child makes more mistakes, which makes him happy. Happiness is that a child can't enter your eyes. Three hundred and sixty-five Zhuangzi flock to spring, and it is absolutely impossible to form a phalanx. The shepherd fell in love with a lovely ewe. Unexpectedly, this is a new trend of a hillbilly. I don't need to be melodramatic and get carried away. It should be admitted that the old will continue to be old, and the new will be updated, just like the life in spring is new and how old her name is. In spring, Xu Yong swallows returned and sang under the eaves that the river had thawed. A sudden blood, a sudden wound, a blank in my heart, is also in the pain of awakening. This is a season of increasing trust, and giving means greater gains. Sometimes I am silent, which makes me fall into deeper silence. For us, the best way to study something is to be in it. Spring is a typical example. Swallows in spring fly over my head, and rivers in spring flow with my blood. The land in spring carries deep plowshares, which are engraved in my heart. A series of scars spring makes me know more about life. My mother has the vegetable basket. My neighbor's sister is busy preparing for the wedding. Spring makes me more willing to be moved by ordinary things. In addition, some plantains in great demand have all died. A sharp axe.

The saw sent away the change, and some trees trying to grow tall whispered to each other. In the sky around the slope, the faint sun shook dozens of gold threads like picking up teeth on a rotating gear. This is a dangerous 800-mile spring, just like a huge silent pipe. Make everything in the south of the Yangtze River smoke. The waterwheel rotates day and night, and the outline of kapok bluestone on both sides of the river builds a home. The breeze is like a straw rope tied with cow smoke, and it moves quickly.

In the village dictionary, I have paid attention to the falling moon.

7. Poetry that loves spring.

1, spring is coming-firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm.

2, spring rain-the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. 3, spring flowers-a snow in Dongzhu, life is clear.

4, spring night-deeper in the middle of the night, Beidou dry oblique. 5, spring water-spring water is bluer than the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain.

6. Spring Breeze-Spring Breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? 7, spring-wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring.

8, spring scenery-try to see the detached stage, half a flower city. 9, spring outing-Dongfeng knows that I want mountains, blowing off the rain between the eaves.

10, longing for love-longing for love * * flowers compete for hair, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? . 1 1, the silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late, comes and goes in a hurry, and there is no boat to cross the field.

12, spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward 13, spring dream-in the spring dream on your pillow, you can travel in the south of Wan Li. 14, spring hatred-life is born with infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

15, spring return-falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

8. Poems praising spring

1, the waves are scouring the sand, and the rain is gurgling outside the curtain.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

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Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, and the rich spring will fade. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

2. Niaomingxi

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

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Spring night, silent, sweet-scented osmanthus, gently falling. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty.

The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.

3. Spring Day

Song: Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

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The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya.

Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

4. Jiang Nanchun

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

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Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of water towns.

There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.