Poetry about March

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. ?

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

2. "Laughing at the snow on March 18" Tang Wen Ting Yun

Three, spending the night in the snow shouldn't hurt China.

Just because spring is coming to an end, I keep pear flowers.

3, "Youth Tour Jiangnan March Listening to the Sky" Wu Qin Xiqi

Jiangnan listens to warblers in March, and buying wine is not for money. Late bamboo shoots and late flowers, green Qing Zi, before sunset in spring.

I went to the stream and slept for three nights before I wanted to find my old dreams. The mulberry road is sparsely populated, the silkworm moves, and the cold leans on the smoke ladder.

4, "Send Spring" Song Wangling

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. Zi Gui still cries blood in the middle of the night, so he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back.

5, "March is dark to Liu" Tang Jiadao

Today is March 30th, the last day of March, and the beautiful scenery of spring is left to me, a bitter poet. * * * Don't sleep tonight, it's still spring before dawn.