The beginning of a famous poem in spring

There are many famous poems about beginning of spring, such as Wei Zhuang's beginning of spring, Lu You's beginning of spring Day, Chen Shidao's beginning of spring Slogan, Zhang Jiuling's Morning Snow in beginning of spring, Du Fu's Poem of Beginning of Spring, etc.

1, beginning of spring Tang Wei Zhuang

Di Qing from the East arrived late, and the warm smoke was gently blown up by the breeze. I felt it before the robe-wearing childe, but I didn't know it until the beauty in brocade account dreamed.

At first, red cabbage, colorful flags and poplars were opened in the snow garden. Earnestly compose Yichun music, the topic is the notes embroidered on flowers.

2. beginning of spring Day Song Luyou

Wake up with a hangover from the wind, and the mountain family will be happy for the rest of their lives. Three years of abundant snow, warm spring and green suburbs.

The fine flowers in the dish should be pancakes, and the wine will float in the long bottle. The beautiful scenery of the lake village is difficult to sing, begging and painting the screen with the Hou family.

3. The Slogan of beginning of spring Song Chen Shidao

It's snowing and dusting, cleaning up the sun and doing early spring. It's rare to sit back to Shengde at four o'clock.

The color on the sideburns is getting better every year, and the singing skills are getting better every day. A smile is hard to lose, and a glass of wine is hard to say.

4. "Morning Snow in beginning of spring" Zhang Tang 90.

Suddenly, it snowed in Lin Ting and Hua Yao blossomed everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return.

Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods.

5, "beginning of spring Poetry" Tang Du Fu

In the spring, the lettuce in the spring dish was fine, and I suddenly remembered the heyday of Beijing. Dish out the white jade in the halls, and hand in hand to send the moss.

The guests from afar in Ling Du were deeply moved by the eyes of the Han River in Wuxia. I don't know where to go, so I am looking for a poem.