Yangchun March poetry

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.

Walk to Xingting Pavilion on March 13th.

Author: Huang Yanping

I don't know who the meditation room is for, but this bamboo path runs through Hua Die.

Looking at the mountain coldly, the tree is full of thoughts.

The breeze is better than the sky.

Why are countless branches separated from the flute and drum after watching the world of mortals pollute people?

In March, 14 came to pay salt township, long live, and searched for rice hidden tax home for dinner.

Author: Huang Tingjian

The beauty of the secluded bush can be picked up, and the cake chrysanthemum seedlings are deeply filled with soup.

Since ancient times, drinking ice and eating tillers, the fragrance of spring grass is pervasive.

March is a dark day.

Author: Jiang Hui

One year, I believe the rain will kill me, but what about this?

Leaning on the threshold suddenly surprised the new green and dark, sweeping the porch is more precious than falling red.

When spring comes back, only birds can feel it. After enough sleep, the sun will cast a shadow from the canal.

Spare time is useful, but no idle guest is willing to spend it.

On March 1 day, I went to Nanshan Taoyuan with my kindness of nowhere to escape.

Author: Lu Wengui

White clouds rise from Nanshan, follow me to the brook garden.

The gardener is hoeing the ground, and the seasonal girl answers the door.

Picking springs for fragrant teas and sweeping stones for leisure.

People are still singing, and spring is blooming.

The moth eyebrow reflects the bamboo, and the mask is charming.

I am close to Baiyun, so I dare not visit Taoyuan.

On a dark day in March

Author: Qin Guan

Festivals promote each other's new ideas, and spoony children keep spring.

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Mu is cute.

On March 3rd, the rain made me feel bored.

Author: Yang Wanli

There are no flowers in the village, and if there are flowers, we are only worried about them.

It is better to lie down and listen to the spring rain, which is noisy and sparse.

On March 3rd, the rain made me feel bored.

Author: Yang Wanli

Back in the pine and bamboo grove in Maozhai, I watched the wind and rain happily.

If you want to know why the eaves are empty, you should drop the moss like a hole.

March 6 Tomb-Sweeping Day Road Central

Author: Yu Liangneng

When it rains at the beginning of Qingming Festival, white flowers are as bright as jade.

Ten miles of spring breeze, Mo Mo is full of new green.

On March 24th, I went to You Yong Mausoleum again.

Author: Yu Liangneng

The boat is thrown into the city, and the spring wave is full of fat and green.

The mud in the bamboo is slippery, and the grass is ten miles green by the river.

People's mugwort leaves are amazing, and the water is full of flowers.

As Zhaoling is getting closer and closer, Wuyun pine and cypress love classics.

Watching the sun in March and boating on the West Lake in light rain.

Author: Zhang Zi

It's only after the storm that it becomes clear, with lakes and mountains.

People walking on the grass come out, and there are boats everywhere.

On a dark day in March, I shared empty words with my friends in Shao Shi who were wandering in the East Garden.

Author: Zhen Shanmin

I cleaned up in a hurry, and the flowers in my eyes were swept away.

Leave some red medicine and pay it to Dongfeng at the fifth watch.