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Lyrics:In February, the willows are drunk with spring smoke
The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.
Qing Gao Ding's "Village House".
The grass is green, the warbler is flying, and everything in spring is smart. The willows on the shore, swaying slender branches, gently brushing the embankment, like a graceful light dance. The light smoke is shrouded, the greenery is hazy, and the tender February day is like water, intoxicating with spring.
The world of children is the splendid spring, the east wind is rising, and the teenagers chasing the wind are running in the field, busy flying kites, and also let go of the mood.
In his twilight years, the poet wrote this poem "Village House", with a brisk pen and a concise prose. There are scenes, there are also people, there is movement in the stillness, and the vitality is infinite, creating a beautiful atmosphere of spring.
Lyrics:March 3 comes, the mountains are green and the grass is long
The forest flowers are all gone, and the guest is depressed and obsessed.
It's spring again, and the city is full of warblers crying.
Song Zhu Shuzhen, "March 3rd".
It was a March day, a Sichuan tobacco, flying all over the city. The green mountains are like daisies, and the grass is all over the world. Even if it is a smoke and rain, it is the most beautiful Jiangnan.
When the spring light slowly grew old, the poetess who hurt the spring was confused. There is still a spring living in her heart, and her heart lake is still rippling with spring waves.
The grass on the Suxi Pavilion is long, who leans on the east wind twelve.
The swallow does not return to the late spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold.
Don Dai Shulun "Suxi Pavilion".
The poet strolls through the suburbs and watches from the railing on the Suxi Pavilion. In the spring, the weeds are already growing wildly, and the grass is green and spreading. There is a faint sound of music in the wind, who is playing and singing a melodious tune?
The swallows have not yet returned, and spring is long overdue, a curtain of smoke and rain envelops a sandbar, and the apricot blossoms can't wait to bloom in the cold wind.
Lyrics: The most beautiful is the April day on earth.
The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.
There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.
Tang Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple".
The most beautiful April day in the world, the spring did not go far, and it turned out to be hiding in the spring mountain. The temperature in the mountains is low, and the flowers are not in a hurry or impatient, but just bloom slowly. The world has fallen into full prosperity, and the peach blossoms on the mountain have just turned red and smiling, and they are blooming one tree after another.
Lyrics:A river of spring water is as green as blue
The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.
The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Don Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan".
Jiangnan is the poet's favorite. At a glance, it is very familiar, but it is a scenery that you never get tired of seeing thousands of times.
A round of morning sun is rising, reflecting the flowers by the river, a large area of red and bright, like a burning flame. As soon as spring comes, the river is greener, the water is shining, the blue waves are surging, no matter how you look at it, you feel beautiful, refreshing.
Because of these unique scenery, the poet misses Jiangnan even more.
Lyrics:Spring is noisy, and I can't sleep
The embers of the golden furnace are leaking, and the light wind is cold.
The spring color is annoying and I can't sleep, and the moon moves the flower shadow on the railing.
Song Wang Anshi "Night Straight".
How sultry is the night? How annoying is spring? The poet had no sleep all night. It may be that he misses his relatives, or he thinks of his life experiences, in short, his heart is unsettled, and he lingers for a long time.
The incense in the copper furnace has burned out, the dripping sound is almost inaudible, and the dawn is coming. The poet stepped out of the door, and the morning breeze carried a slight chill that made him more awake.
On duty for one night, he didn't sleep all night. As the moon moved quietly, the shadows of the flowers and branches in the courtyard slowly climbed the railing, so the poet quietly admired the shadows of the flowers.
Lyrics:Spring rains fill the pond and call for water lilies
The spring water is full of ponds, and the spring grass grows in spring.
Spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds make spring sounds.
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The spring water is rising, the spring grass is born, the spring wine is ripe, and the spring birds are like sheng songs. Spring has arrived, and we have a new look. Drink a glass of spring wine, listen to a few spring birdsongs, go to see the spring grass, and bask in the spring sunshine.