Fine rain
In the east wind,
Sweeping over my face,
Starry, starry rain,
It's the fluff of spring.
Spring article
Hey? Who woke up the grass?
It was Miss Spring tickling the grass!
Who was playing with the fish?
It turned out to be Miss Spring playing with the fish.
Whenever it comes to spring, Miss Spring plays with us and grows up together ......
Whenever it comes to spring, it is the happiest time for us.
Could you please stay, Miss Spring?
Spend your golden childhood with us!
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In an instant, the harsh winter has passed away, and spring has quietly come to earth. Spring, is a beautiful season, is full of poetry; spring, and means a vibrant start. Since ancient times, poets have loved spring and praised it because of its beautiful scenery, which can be included in poems everywhere. Walking through the garden of ancient poems, only to see the beautiful spring poems, colorful, dazzling, randomly pick a few, slowly read, unknowingly already intoxicated.
"An evening of light thunder fall ten thousand silk, clear light floating tile blue jagged. The love of peonies with spring tears, powerless roses lying in the dawn branch." This is the Northern Song poet Qin Guan's "Spring Day". This poem is about the spring scenery after the rain. Look, after the rain courtyard, the morning mist thin cage, blue tile crystal, bright spring; peony with rain with tears, pulse with love, rose lying quietly branches, delicate and charming. Here there is a near view and a distant view, there are moving and static, there are feelings and gestures, randomly dotted and colored, mixed and mixed. The whole poem is dense, describes the God, has a fresh, elegant flavor, very popular.
"There are songbirds in the court trees, and the red and green help the spring to the distant forest. Suddenly there is a good poem under the eyes, the arrangement of the syntax has been difficult to find." This is the Song Dynasty poet Chen Heyi's "Spring Day". This poem is about the scene in the morning of spring. Birds' voices fill the ears, green branches fill the eyes, green and red support each other, and the aroma is attractive. With a few strokes of the pen, a picture of dripping spring will be displayed in front of the reader, and then the poet simply stops writing, no longer describes the spring scenery, but expresses his feelings. Spring is full of inspiration, inspiration suddenly, but the treacherous poet but with "has been difficult to find" the recluse to entice the reader to feel the spring, this method of real and imaginary, leaving the reader a lot of space for imagination.
"The distant eyes follow the sky, and the slanting sun shines brightly on the trees. The dog knows where to bark. People are walking halfway up the mountain." This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about the evening scene in spring. The slanting sun is over the trees, the green land is connected to the sky, the dogs are barking happily, and the people are returning home late. This poem is natural and apt, and it is clever in its regularity and strange in its plainness. It brings the reader into the panoramic atmosphere of spring, where there is the wonderfulness of the realm of spring, the splendor of the colors of spring, the intensity of the taste of spring, and the harmony of the sound of spring, and in which people will open up their hearts and sing with joy.
"Spring water, milk swallows flying, wasps small tail pouncing flowers return. The window contains distant colors through the front of the book, the fish embrace the fragrant hooks near the rocky islet." This is the Tang Dynasty poet Li He's "South Garden". Spring in the South Garden is full of vigor and interest. The spring water, the swallow, the bees picking flowers and making honey, the fish embracing the hooks for food, all these are very characteristic of the spring scenery, and the distant view through the window directly into the study, so that people are cozy and happy. The poem is vivid, fresh and flowing, and a refreshing read.
"I tied a short tent in the shade of an ancient tree and crossed the bridge with a quiver. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said. This is the Southern Song Dynasty monk monk Zhinan's "absolute sentence". It is a stanza describing a spring trip. The bright spring sunshine aroused the monk's pleasure of traveling, so he went out of the temple to view the spring light. Driving a small tented boat for a trip, mooring the boat under an ancient tree, strolling east of the bridge with a quinoa stick. Although it is flat, but the boat moored in the shade of the ancient trees, this picture is very elegant, very simple, rather like a frame of ancient Chinese literati paintings. The last two lines accurately and concisely express the beautiful and pleasant scene of spring with apricot blossoms in full bloom, light rain, willow fluttering, and warm east wind, which is a famous line that has been recited for thousands of years. In this poem, feelings and scenery converge, and things are in harmony with the heart. The poet seizes the characteristics of the spring breeze and spring rain, and with a little rendering, he reveals his inner joy and love for nature.
"The grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites." This is the Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding's "Village Dwelling". The first and second lines describe the nature in the spring in a specific and vivid way, writing out the bright and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring light is bright and beautiful, the grass is long and the warblers are flying, and the willows are brushing the embankment with their long branches, as if they are intoxicated by the beautiful spring colors. The third and fourth lines describe the vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in the great spring light, and their laughter makes the spring more energetic. The poem is written in a clear and concise style. The whole poem is full of cheerfulness, giving the reader a wonderful emotional infection.
"The stream is green and cloudy, and the rain is turning over the shallow sand. The geese and ducks don't know that spring is over, and they scramble with the flowing water to take advantage of the peach blossoms." This is the Song Dynasty poet Chao Chongzhi's "Spring Day". It is a poem of spring with feelings in the scenery. In the four lines of the poem, there are four scenes, a clear stream, fine rain, geese and ducks playing, peach blossoms by the water, the picture is very distinctive, as if in the present, one can leisurely be mesmerized. Poet to geese and ducks "while the peach blossom" scene to send their own feelings, spring has gone to the end, geese and ducks do not know, therefore, chasing the screams, carefree, but people are different, both know the spring, but also know that the spring is gone, the fallen flowers can be chased, time can not be returned, the poet's feelings of spring, overflowing with words.
Spring is back
Wen/Dreams
The cold is gone
It is the warmth of spring
The restlessness recedes
It is the lightness of sorrow
The greenness of spring is ushered in again
Everything changes, grows, and grows
But it all goes back to the beginning
We are back in the beginning
The sorrows of death are still there
When the spring is over
If you are not sure if you have the right to be here, you should be able to see the truth in the world.
It never seems to die, to grow
The heart fades
Back to peace
It doesn't seem to fit in with the fragrance of this spring
Waiting for the coolness of a spring rain
Spring
Spring Rhapsody
When the soft winds warm the cold face;
When the rain moistens the dry, cold ends of the hair
When the sky is gray, the sky is gray.
When the sky is veiled in gray;
When the fields are green with the magic brush;
When the swallows murmur in your ears;
When the young heart is filled with verses...
Heh--
Spring! The amorous spring!
I am sure -
have left you in this vigorous new century
Spring scroll
Quietly,
Spring has come...
The wind,
softly,
warmed the cold face;
The rain,
glistening,
moisturized the tip of the dry and cold hair;
Look at it--
The fields, mountains, and rivers,
have shed their winter decay.
Taking off the decadent winter clothes,
Changing into the tender yellow new clothes,
Greeting the smiling face of spring with joy;
The sentimental sky,
Masking the grayish-white veil,
Shympathetically expressing the spring's fondness ...
And also,
The fowls that play in the warm river,
The swallows that murmur and fly at an angle,
Each of them sings their own hymns of praise...
How -
This amorous spring!
This enchanting spring!
With the paintbrush in my hand,
dipped in the rich colors of spring,
and the surging tide of spring,
to depict the magnificent scrolls of the Motherland's New Year
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