Beginning of spring
Tang Dufu
Spring spring plate fine lettuce, suddenly remember the two Beijing plum hair.
Plate out of the high door line white jade, the dish to pass the fiber hand to send green silk.
Wuxia Hanjiang pair of eyes, Duling far away is sad.
This body does not know where to return, and Hu'er is looking for a poem on paper.
Spring is coming, and the plate is filled with fresh and tender green side dishes, which suddenly reminds me of the time when the plum blossoms are in full bloom in the capital. These dishes are served from the kitchens of wealthy families and passed through the delicate hands of noble ladies, as if sending a message of spring. On the banks of the Yangtze River in the cold Wuxia Gorge, this picture seems to bring me a pair of eyes, and I can't help but feel sad. Because I, a wanderer far from home, felt particularly lonely and sad in Duling. My fate was uncertain, so I asked my son to find pen and paper and wanted to write this poem to express my feelings.
On the day of the beginning of spring, the remuneration staff outside Qujiang peers saw the gift
Tang Bai Juyi
When it comes to spring, the whip is out of the forbidden place.
The two of them joined hands and said that they would return to the mountains for ten miles.
The willow color is early and yellow, and the hydrology is new and green.
The scenery is good in the evening, and the cars and horses are sparse in the south.
The machine smiled and looked at each other, not startling the gulls and herons.
One day in the spring, I finished my official duties and left the palace on horseback. My friend Qian Yuanwai and I walked together, chatting as we walked, and we walked ten miles in the mountains together. I saw that the willow trees were still a light yellow, and the river was filled with new green. The scenery is particularly beautiful in the evening, when there are very few cars and horses in the southern suburbs. We enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, smiling at each other, and even the gulls and egrets flying by in the air were not enough to disturb our pleasant mood.
Title: Alfalfa Peak sent to the family
Tang Cen Shen
The alfalfa peak is in spring, and the Hulu River is stained with tears.
The boudoir is just empty memories, and there is no battlefield to worry about killing.
Near Alfalfa Peak, I stood by the Hulu River, tears moistening my face towel. The people in the family can only miss me in their hearts, they can't see me on the battlefield, where the sorrow is enough to kill people.
People are in the spring
Tang Lutong
Spring returns to infinite spring, and now Fang Shi Jue**.
From now on, self-denial should still be reached, and the face and plum blossoms are renewed.
Spring came again and again, and with endless spring spirits, today I truly feel that I have grown into an adult. From now on, I should be able to be self-disciplined, just as the arrival of spring has made the colors and plum blossoms look new.
Han Palace Spring, Beginning of Spring
Song Xin gave up his illness
Spring has returned, look at the beauties' heads, curling spring flags.
Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to collect the remaining cold.
When the swallow was young, I expected to dream of the West Garden tonight.
Hun did not do it, yellow orange recommended wine, and even passed on the green leek pile.
But laughing at the east wind, since then he has smoked plums and dyed willows, and there is no leisure.
When I was free, I came to the mirror again and changed my face.
Qing sorrow continues, asking who will solve the chain.
For fear of seeing the flowers bloom and fall, the geese will return first.
Spring has quietly returned, and you see the soft spring flag fluttering on the heads of the beauties. The wind and rain for no reason have not completely stopped, and the residual cold has not completely dispersed. At this time, the swallows start to get busy again, and I guess they will dream of returning to the West Garden tonight. Before you have time to prepare the yellow mandarin orange to accompany the wine, you have to hurriedly pass the fresh green leeks and put them on the plate. I laugh at the east wind, and from then on it will blow the plum blossoms and dye the willow branches green, and there will be no more leisure. In her spare time, the beauty will change her face in the mirror again. The light sorrow continued, and I asked who could solve this chain of sorrows. For fear of seeing the cycle of flowers blooming and falling, I am afraid that in the early morning, the wild geese returning from the north have already taken the lead in returning.
I wish Yingtai the beginning of spring
Song Wu Wenying
Cut red, cut green, and flower letters.
The east wind of the remnants of the sun does not let go of the years.
Someone added candles to the west window, sleepless invaded the dawn, and laughter turned to New Year's warblers.
The old honorifics, the jade fiber used to break the yellow orange, and the soft fragrance is secluded.
Return to the dream lake, and also lose the middle of the mirror.
Pity a thousand points of Wu Shuang, the cold is inexhaustible, and it is relatively plum like rain.
Cut with red emotions and green artistic conceptions, the flower letter has climbed the woman's hairpin. The remnants of daylight and east wind are unwilling to let the years pass easily. Someone added a candle under the west window, and stayed up all night until dawn, and the laughter seemed to turn into the New Year's bird song. In the old days, the fine jade-like fingers once separated the yellow mandarins, and the soft aroma permeated the light and elegant atmosphere. Dream back to the lake, but get lost in the mirror. Pity the frost flowers of the thousand points of Wudi, the chill has not yet dissipated, and I see the plum falling like rain, falling face to face.
Magnolia Blossom Beginning of Spring
Song Lu You
Three years of living on Bashan Road, torn green shirts and dusty hats.
The body is like the clouds crossing the head of the west, and the grass is closed in Qutang.
Chunpan spring wine is good every year, and I try to wear Yinyi and get drunk.
Today, everyone is one year old, not that the world favors me to be old.
For three years, I have been adrift on the roads of Bashan, and my green shirt is worn and dusty. I felt like a cloud at the head of the West Ferry and my worries piled up like grass at the end of the Qutang Pond. The wine and food are always so tempting every spring, and I try to put on a silver wine flag to see if I will get drunk. Today is a new year old, and everyone is adding age, but I don't feel that the years in the world have increased, but I feel old.
Butterfly Love Flower, Wushen Yuan Hitachi Spring Banquet Intermittent
Song Xin gave up his illness
Who wins to the pepper hairpin?
The whole Shaohua is striving for the spring breeze sideburns.
In the past, I couldn't remember the province, and hated the New Year for the flowers.
In the future, I will ask first.
The night hates to open late, and the morning is close again.
This year's flowering period is fixed, but the wind and rain are not accurate.
Who can put the most gorgeous flowers in this plate full of spices, and put the Shaohua in a bun neatly, competing for the favor of the spring breeze? In the past, it was unbearable to look back, and I always hated the New Year because of the flowers. Even before spring arrived, I had already begun to inquire about it. I regret the late-blooming flowers, which quickly wither. This year's flowering period is already possible, but I am worried that I will not be prepared when the wind and rain come.