In spring, the garden is full of dark and light colors, and the spring flowers are blooming, which makes people hopeful.
Throughout the ages, people have not hesitated to praise spring, and there are beautiful essays and poems of ancient times, traveling between mountains and rivers, and writing the most beautiful works.
Han Yu's spring: "The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing."
Zhu Xi's spring: "When you know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring."
The spring written by Zhinan: "The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the willow wind is not cold when the face is blowing."
And Su Shi's spring is poetic and picturesque, with a unique flavor, and it is full of flavors of life, let's take a look
Evening view of the Spring River in Huichong.
Song Su Shi. Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.
Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat.
Looking through the sparse green bamboo, a few peach blossoms swayed. The peach and bamboo are contrasting, the red and green are covered, and the spring is particularly lovely.
The spring water on the river is rippling, and the active ducks are playing in the river. They were the first to notice the warming of the river in early spring.
The river beach is full of artemisia, the reeds are beginning to bud, and the puffer fish is about to swim up the river from the sea.
Dingfeng Bo Mo listened to the sound of Lin beating leaves.
Song Su Shi. On March 7, it rained in the middle of Shahu Road, and the rain gear went first, and the peers were all embarrassed, and Yu Du was unconscious. It's been sunny, so it's done.
Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not roar and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.
The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.
This poem is the author's work of returning drunk to the rain. The lyricist uses the chic and chic actions of Xu Xing in the rain to show his stubborn character and open-mindedness despite repeated setbacks in adversity.
On March 7, it was raining on Shahu Road, and the servant with the rain gear had left, and everyone in the company felt embarrassed, but I was the only one who felt so. After a while, when the weather cleared, I made this poem.
Don't pay attention to the sound of rain piercing through the leaves, you might as well walk leisurely while chanting and howling. Bamboo cane and straw shoes are lighter than riding a horse, these are all small things, so what's so scary? Dressed in a robe, let the wind and rain blow, I still live my life.
The spring breeze was slightly cool, waking me up with wine, and I felt a little cold on my body, and I saw that the sun on the mountain had shown a smiling face. Look back at the place where you came to encounter wind and rain, and go back, whether it is wind and rain or sunny.
Butterfly Love Flowers, Spring Scene.
Song Su Shi. The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small.
When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world!
Swing inside the wall, outside the wall.
Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall.
The laughter gradually faded into silence, but the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed.
This is a fresh and graceful work describing the spring scene, showing the lyricist's sigh for the passing of spring and his own unknown emotions.
Shang Yan writes about the sadness brought about by the fleeting spring, and does not stick to the scenery and writes about the scenery and integrates his own deep sigh.
Xia Yan wrote about the sadness of meeting a beautiful woman but not having a chance to meet, and being affectionate but being treated ruthlessly.
The apricot blossoms have not withered, and the branches have begun to bear green apricots. Swallows flew across the sky, and clear rivers surrounded the villages. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere.
Inside the wall, there is a young girl swinging, and pedestrians outside the wall can hear it. The girl let out a beautiful laugh, and slowly, the laughter inside the wall was inaudible, as if her amorous self was hurt by the ruthless girl.
Minus the word magnolia and warbler's first explanation.
Song Su Shi. The first interpretation of the warbler. It is the most spring benefit of the year.
The light rain is like a crisp. The grass is far away, but there is none.
Hugh drunk down. Flowers don't look open, people are easy to get old.
Don't wait for spring to return. Invert the green moss between the red and the green.
The warbler begins to cry, and this early spring is the best season of the year;The drizzle is misty, precious as oil, moistening the grass and trees, and the spring grass that has just grown is a tender green from a distance, but it seems to have disappeared when it looks close.
Don't shy away from getting drunk in this season, if you have a flower and don't see it blooming, it means that life will pass quickly. Don't wait for spring to leave nature and fall flowers mixed with green moss.
This poem vividly depicts the different scenes presented by the spring grass from different spatial distances when it first grows.
The film borrows Han Yu's famous sentence "The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing", vividly depicting the picturesque spring scenery.
The next film persuades people to enjoy the spring, to enjoy the flowers when they are in full bloom, and not to wait until the spring leaves when the flowers are mixed with moss, at this time, spring has lost its charm.
Minus the word magnolia Lichun.
Song Su Shi.
Spring cow spring cane. Infinite spring breeze comes to the sea.
Bengs spring workers. It is dyed pink like flesh red.
Haruhata Chunsheng. A spring breeze blows and the wine wakes up.
It's not like the end of the world. Roll up poplar flowers like snowflakes.
This poem was written by the author when he was demoted to Hainan, and it is a Wing Chun poem. The author describes the gorgeous spring sunshine in Hainan with cheerful brushstrokes, and entrusts him with the idea of being at peace with his encounters.
Holding the spring clay ploughing ox, pulling up the spring clay plough stick, the clay ploughman stands near the two. The spring breeze is infinite, from the sea. So he invited the magic of the god of spring to dye the peach blossoms red like flesh red.
Erect spring green flags and cut them into spring colors. A gust of spring breeze blows me to wake up. This place is not like the end of the cape, and the rolled poplar flowers are quite like snowflakes.
Exploring Spring.
Song Su Shi. Yesterday, I went out of the East City to explore the spring feelings.
The red apricots on the wall are as dark as tilting.
The group of fragrant buds in the threshold have not vomited, and they have already rejuvenated.
Qi Mo collects fragrant dust, Xueji front village.
Dongjun is unrelenting.
It is expected that the spring will go everywhere first, blowing Mei Ying.
The word is a poem to explore the spring, the upper film uses the technique of scene blending, writing the scene of the eastern suburbs of Hangzhou in early spring and the mentality of the spring explorer, and the next film echoes the upper film with the technique of inheritance, writing the spring scene seen by men and women on the road of spring exploration.
Yesterday, I went out to the East City to play. The red skulls on the walls were dark and dense as if they were about to be tilted down. The various flowers and plants on the inside of the railing have not yet shown their buds, and the footsteps of spring have not yet come here.
On the beautiful path, the woman passed, raising dust and falling flowers, and the village in front of her had just snowed. This is the diligent footsteps of the god who governs the spring, right? Presumably, when spring comes, the soft breeze will blow down the plum blossoms first.