Another year is the third of March! Lunar March 3, is the traditional festival of the Chinese nation, is a grand and grand festival. March 3, the ancient name of the festival, rumored to be the birth of the Yellow Emperor, is also the oldest Zhuang Valentine's Day. Ancient people in this day rituals and banquets, music and water goblets, the outskirts of the spring, the "Analects" recorded: "Twilight spring, the spring clothes have been completed, the crown of five or six people, the child six or seven people, bathing in the Yi, the wind and the dance of summer, singing and return." At this time, the grass grows and warblers fly, willow green flowers, the best thing is to step on the green and enjoy the flowers.
The best scenery March 3, March 3 in the ancient poems, the spring breeze is just right, spring flowers are blooming, not to live up to the good spring!
Phoenix Song
Yang Guang, Sui Dynasty
March 3, to the red head, is to see the carp wave upstream.
I wanted to hook the hook to take it, but I was afraid it was a dragon.
Reward Lotte on the 3rd of March
Tang Yuan Zhen
When this day before the flowers drunk, today before the flowers in the sick.
I am alone in the broken curtains, and I have no time to look around, but I am sorry that I have wasted my time in the spring.
March 3, 2011
Tang Bai Juyi
The good times are long, and the style of the strong years has been darkened.
I remembered the day when I was a student at the school, and every year I got drunk together.
March 3, 2012, the third day of the month, I sent my brothers and remembered Cui Dushui
Tang Dynasty - Wei Yingwu
The evening of the festival has already been thankful, and it is a pity that the morning is so late.
The winds are so tranquil that it hurts the spring, and the pools are so cold that the flowers are converging on the evening.
The first thing I want to do is to get a good feeling of what I'm going to do.
The first thing I want to do is to find a way to get to the bottom of this.
Spring Lyrics
Song - Chen Yunping
Yang Liu spring breeze in March 3, the painting of the bridge grass green fiber.
After a pair of swallows returned, the twelve red buildings rolled up the embroidered curtains.
March 3
Song - Guo Xiangzheng
A lamp to help the head and half-heated, a long time no return to the dream of the Jiangnan.
Peach blossom and apricot blossom, the rain and winds of March 3rd.
March 3
Song - Zhu Shujin
The forest flowers fall out of the grass at the beginning of the flush, the guest in the depression want to fan.
It's the time of spring again, and the city is full of flotsam and jetsam.
March 3 Slogan
Qing Dynasty - Peng Sunyi
March 3, do not hear the frogs, the city south and north of the community drums.
The children are fighting to hold the poplar buns, and the women are pinning the wild vegetable flowers on their hairpins.
Poem of old times
Hong Liangji
Dewdrops of new red water dyed blue, in the two gates to try a single shirt.
The capsule blossom is like a sea of flowers, remembering the third day of March in the year.
The Bamboo Words
Ching Lin Dachuan
I don't realize that the time is the third of March, and I can't find anyone who would like to explore the color of the spring.
The neighboring sisters have come to meet each other, and tomorrow they will set foot on the Zizhuan.
March 3, Wanliu Hall and Feng Xiangguo rhyme
Qing Shi Leunzhang
Zhilu is a slight rain, Pavilion afternoon again came through.
The birds are peeping through the curtains, and the spring breeze is calling for more guests.
People are shocked by the change in the festival, the flowers shine on the drunken face flushed.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Xie Ji Chun slow - bmao March 3rd
Qing Dynasty - Chen Weisong
Baking peaches and dyeing apricots, spring to the sadness, the place of thought.
Weak crocus tries new catkins, tender butterflies turn sheep feathers.
The warbler is full in the forest, and the swallow is about to be breastfed.
Soaring banners, clamoring drums. The world's most important thing is to be able to see and hear the world's most important things.
They are all over the city's Nanpu, rubbing their heads together.
The shadow of the stream in front of the city is half attracted, and the poplars are hanging on the blue.
Half the colors of the smoke, and the green of the spirits in the bottle.
Pour a bucket of wine and think of the past. The Lanting and the Luo River, the waves are flowing.