1. "Gift to the Scholar Zhang Wei"
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Raising chopsticks to eat soup cake, wishing for the addition of a unicorn.
2. "The Hunger for Finely Pieces of Noodle is Very Beautiful"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The heavenly Sutra is offered, and it is not easy to know it is the same.
Vernacular translation: I don't know what is not the same between my own noodles made of green onion oil and the manna offered in heaven.
3, "The Morning Calm - Mr. Greedy Disease Old and Difficult to Heal"
Song Dynasty Zhu Dunru
The fat green onion is finely dotted, the scented oil is slowly flamed, and the soup cake is like a silk.
Vernacular translation: large green onions chopped finely and cooked in scented oil over a slow flame, the noodles are like silk.
4. "Passing through Tushanzhai"
Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
A cup of soup cake is a mess of silver threads, and the piper betel artemisia is a number of tendons of jade hairpins across.
Vernacular translation: the noodles are scattered in the bowl like silver threads, and a few pieces of Artemisia vulgaris are placed across the surface like jade hairpins.
5. Jiangdong Zhu Zhi Zi (江东竹枝词)
Lu Shen of the Ming Dynasty
The red fragrance is peeled thinly from Ying's mouth, and the tender white soup is filled with jade noodles.
The translation in the vernacular is: The water bamboo, which is red in color and fragrant in taste, is peeled off carefully, just like Ying's mouth. The water bamboo is as tender and white as Ying's mouth. It is made into a fresh soup and mixed with noodles.
2. What are the verses describing "noodles"1. When I was hungry, I ate finely chopped noodles, which was very beautiful
Author: Lu You
One cup of finely chopped noodles, but when you're hungry, you can't eat onions.
The heavenly Suta offer, hanging knowledge is not easy to be the same.
Translation: A bowl of noodles with ginger and garlic, hand-made noodle soup, compared to the heavenly offering of crispy flushed, I do not know what is not the same.
2, Jiangdong bamboo lyrics four four
Ming Dynasty: Lu Shen
The bright moon hanging poplar bridge, the west side of the bridge ripe wine good night. The red fragrance of the mouth of the warbler, the tender white soup of the jade noodles. The red-colored and fragrant wild rice is like the mouth of Yingge. The water bamboo is so tender and white that it is skillfully made into a fresh soup, and the fragrant jade is mixed with noodles.
3, over Tushanzhai
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
The south wind day after day long Penny support, when I like the north wind will be my line.
A cup of soup cake is a mess of silver threads, and piper betel artemisia has a few but jade hairpins.
Translation: The south wind blows every day, and I am going on a long journey, but the north wind is blowing. The noodles were scattered in the bowl like silver threads, and the Artemisia vulgaris was placed on the surface like a jade hairpin.
4. Knife-shaved Noodles
Shanxi Proverbs
A leaf falls from the pot, a leaf floats, a leaf from the face and out of the knife,
Silverfish fall into the water and turn white waves, willow leaves ride the wind down the treetops.
Translation: the knife cut out of the noodle leaves one after another in the pot, the knife one by one, the noodle like a silver fish in the water in the pot turning white waves, willow leaves riding the wind down the treetops.
5. The starving man who eats finely chopped noodles is very beautiful
Song Lu You
One cup of finely chopped noodles, the old man's belly is bloated with food.
The tea has not been cooked.
Translation: A bowl of noodles with vegetables made my stomach bloated. Sitting on a thatched roof day, the mountain tea is not even cooked.
3. Poems about travelingIt is difficult to travel, it is difficult to travel, where are the many divergent paths today. The wind and the waves will be broken sometimes, hanging straight on the cloud sails to help the sea.
The walker sings in the way, the musician sings in the tree
Li Bai was on his boat and suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sent me.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm doing it. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do that.
The return of the light into the alley, worry about who **** language? The old road is less traveled, and the autumn wind moves the corn
The rain falls one after another in the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I'm not sure where to find a tavern, but I'd like to ask a shepherd boy to point to the village of apricot blossoms.
The new makeup is suitable for the face down the vermilion building, deep locks of spring light a yard of worry. The first thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling, and you'll be able to get the ball rolling in the right direction.
The road outside the green mountains, boat before the green water. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my old life. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night.
4. Poems describing the scenerySpring / summer / autumn / winter / mountains / water / sun / moon / wind / flowers / rain / snow / grass / willow / tree / bird / river / river / clouds / farewell / affection / hometown Poem Spring 1.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. (Wang Wei: "Acacia") 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain") 5. Wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows again. (Bai Juyi: "Send off the ancient grass") 6. A grain of millet planted in the spring is harvested in the fall.
(Li Shen: "Compassionate Farming") 7. The country is broken, the grass is deep in the spring. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. The falling red is not an unfeeling thing, but it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
(Gong Zizhen: "Miscellaneous Poems") 9. I do not know who cuts out the fine leaves, the February spring breeze like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Winged Willow") 10. Spring is full of color, a branch of red apricots out of the wall.
(Ye Shao-weng: "The Garden is not worth it") Summer in Poetry 1.I don't know how hot it is when I'm done with my strength, but I'm sorry that the summer days are long. (Bai Juyi: "Observing the Mowing of the Wheat") 2.
(Li Shangyin: (Evening Sunshine)) 3. The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not yet rested. (Xie Ling Yun: (tour Chishi into the sail sea)) 4. Midsummer bitter night is short, open the Xuan Nai cool.
(Du Fu: "Sighs on a Summer Night") 5. Farmers are working in the summer, and I dare to eat. (Dai Fugu: "The Great Heat") 6. People are all suffering from heat, but I love the long summer days.
(Li Ang: "Summer Couplets") 7. The residual clouds collect the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. (Cen Sen: "The Water Pavilion Sends Huayin Wang Shaofu Back to the County") 8.
(Fan Chengda: "Happy Sunshine") 9. The clear river is hugging the village. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun") 10. The summer wood is a lovely place to be.
(Qin Guan: "Occasional Questions on the Obscure Day of March") Autumn in Poetry 1. The autumn wind is sallow, and the flood waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea") 2. The leaves of three autumns fall, and the flowers of two months bloom.
(Li Peak: "Wind") 3. A grain of corn is planted in the spring and ten thousand seeds are harvested in the fall. (Li Shen: "Compassionate Farming") 4. I am always afraid that the fall festival will come, and the K'ung-huang leaves will decline.
(Han Lefu? The Song of Songs") 5. The window contains a thousand autumn snows on the West Ridge, and the door is moored to a ship of ten thousand miles on the East Wu. (Du Fu: "Absolute Verse") 6. The lake light, the moon and the fall, the surface of the pool without the wind and the mirror has not been worn.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Lyrics") 8. The silver candle and the autumn light are cold on the painting screen, and the small fan is light enough to catch the fireflies.
(Du Mu: "Autumn Sunset") 9. Spring flowers, autumn and moon, when is it over? (Li Yu: "The Beauty of Yu") 10.
(Xin Qiji: "Ugly Nuer? (Du Fu: "The Walking of the Soldier's Cart")' 2. The autumn moon is brightly shining, and the winter ridge is cold and pine-like.
(Tao Yuanming: "The Four Seasons") 3. The southern neighbors can be remembered. (Lu You: "The Storm of October 28th") 4. The winter is over tonight, and the year begins tomorrow.
(Dong Sigong: "Keeping the New Year's Eve") 5. (Wang Wei: "Poem of the Four Airs") 6. When winter comes, the flowers are already dead.
(Chen Yi: "Plum") 7. I do not know that the flowers near the water first hair, suspected of winter snow has not been canceled. (Zhang Pian: "Early Plum") 8. Children in the winter study than neighbors, according to the shore of the stupid Confucian but Zizhen.
(Lu You: "Dwelling in the Countryside on an Autumn Day") 9. The winter solstice in the Handan stage, the shadow in front of the lamp.
(Du Fu: "Small Solstice") Poem in the mountains 1. (Liu Zongyuan: "Snow on the River") 2. The white sun is over the mountains, and the yellow river flows into the sea.
(Wang Zhilu: "Climbing to the Stork Tower") 3. (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") 4. The country is broken, the grass is deep in the spring.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. (Wang Wei: "Deer Chai") 6. The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
(Li Bai: "Guanshan Yue") 7. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone at Jingting Mountain") 8.
(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden") 9. The green mountains can not be covered, after all, the east flow to go. Book of Jiangxi Makes the mouth wall") 10.
(Su Shi: "Questions on the Western Forest Wall") Water in Poetry 1. (Poetry? Reed reed") 2. The water is tantalizing, the mountains and islands stand horrified.
(Cao Cao: "Viewing the sea") 3. White hair floating green water, red palm dialing clear waves. (Luo Binwang: "Aria of the Goose") 4. The Gate of Heaven interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the blue water flows east to this point.
(Li Bai: "Looking at the Tianmen Mountain") 5. (Lu You: "Touring Shanxi Village") 6. Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sends me love.
(Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun") 7. The willow is at the level of the river, and I hear singing on the river. (Liu Yuxi: "The Lyrics of the Bamboo Branch") 8. The flowers of the river are red hot at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring.
(Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South of the River") 9. The spring is silent and cherishes the fine flow, and the shade of the tree loves the water. (Yang Wanli: "Small Pond") 10. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo, three or two branches, the duck in the spring river is the first to know.
(Su Shi: "Title Huichong {Evening Scene of Spring River)") Day in Poetry 1. The sun rises in the southeast corner of the world, shining on my Qin's building. (Han Lefu? The sun rises in the south-east corner of the country, shining on my Qin's building.
(Wang Zhilu: "Climbing to the Stork Tower") 3. The late sun and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. (Du Fu: "Absolute Verse") 4. The sun dusk is far away from the mountains, the sky is cold and the white house is poor.
(Liu Changqing: "Snowing in the Hibiscus Mountain Master") 5. (Wang Wei: "To the Seaside") 6. Early in the morning into the ancient temples, the first sun shines in the high forest.
(Chang Jian: "Question on the Zen Garden after the Broken Mountain Temple") 7. The sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and the river water is as green as blue in spring. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering the South River") 8. Thousands of households have pupils on the sun, and always change the new peach for the old one.
(Wang Anshi: "New Year's Day") 9. Lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers in the sun are differently red. (Yang Wanli: "Sending Lin Zifang to the Temple of Pure Ci at dawn") 10.
(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain") Moon in Poetry 1. The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The moonlight in front of the bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground.
(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts") 2. The wild sky is low in trees, the river is clear and the moon is near. (Meng Haoran: "Staying at the Jiande River") 3. The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones.
(Wang Wei: "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains") 4. The moon is dark and the geese are flying high. (Lu Lun: "Under the Plug") 5. Raise a cup to invite the moon, and the shadow becomes three.
(Li Bai: "Drinking Alone Under the Moon") 6. (Li.
5. At least ten verses describing the sceneryAncient verses: Thousands of warblers cry in green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains.
The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the river has not yet withered at the end of autumn. The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
The harbor is a place where the fish jump, the lotus is a place where the dew falls, and the loneliness is not seen by anyone. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Dai Zongfu how? The Qilu green is not yet. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
The clouds are born from the swinging of the chest, and the birds of prey are in the eye of the beholder. The first thing you need to do is to get to the top of the mountain and see all the mountains.
The sky is low and the river is clear and the moon is near. The stars are in the sky, and the moon is in the river.
The remaining sun is like blood, and the mountains are like the sea. The sunset sun and the lonely ducks fly together, the autumn water **** long sky a color.
The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time. The mountain dances with a silver snake, the original wax elephant.
Heavy rain fell on the swallow, white waves in the sky. The river flows straight down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling into the sky.
The moon is out of the sky, and the sea of clouds is vast. The long winds are thousands of miles away, blowing through the Jade Gate Gate.
The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, a piece of lonely city of ten thousand feet of mountain. The Yellow River flows into the sea.
The desert is a lonely place, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River. The winds of the north are blowing, and the snow is flying in August.
The spring breeze came all of a sudden, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky, and then you can see the color of the sky.
Stop the car and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sunshine high forest. The first day of the week, the sun shines on the forest.
The light of the mountains delights the birds, the shadow of the pool empties the heart. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of bells and chimes.
Wu Shu and the east and west chap, Qian Kun day and night floating. The world is in a state of flux, and the world is in a state of flux, and the world is in a state of flux.
Modern: The mountains exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters. The surrounding mountains look like a colorful flower cloth.
The mountain waves and peaks are layered. The mountains are black and pale, and the cliffs are cut like an axe, and the sky is the top of the cliffs.
The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood. Dragon hilltop, like a large tomb towering in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy. The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy.
The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became great squares of flat, snow-covered ground. The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light.
Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and strange. Up to look up, the mountain is the sky, the sky is also the mountain, before and after all the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountain at any time.
Just see a misty giant peak protruding in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. At a closer look, the giant peak looks like the Monkey King with a golden rod in his hand, and the small peaks look like little monkeys scratching their ears and cheeks.
Look, the Monkey King is leading his children to the South Heavenly Gate. Under the slightly white sky, the mountains are pale and black like iron, solemn and solemn.
The red sun rises, a mountain in ink blue. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you, and I'm very happy to see you again.
After a while, the fog and scattered, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, the sunlight dyed crimson, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and the green trees, green fields contrast each other, appearing to be particularly magnificent. The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, chasing those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climbed its peaks.
There is no more than the spring rain after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls. Sharp knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line.
This wall of stone like skyscrapers back to pressure, as high as to collapse down aggressively. On the top of the mountain, the dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers.
A sky full of red clouds, a sea full of golden waves, the red sun like a furnace boiling steel, spewing out, dazzling golden light. In the morning, the sun is like a new bride who has just gone out, shyly showing half her face.
The sun is setting, and its parting glare jets out from the treetops, coloring the white clouds and the green hills in blood. The sun slowly through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a shy little mother looking at the earth.
Bright sunshine through the gap between the leaves, through the early fog, a wisp of sprinkled all over the campus. The sun was lower, blood red, and the water was a dazzling expanse of light that stretched from the edge of the ocean right up to the edge of the boat.
The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, peach clouds reflected in the flowing water, the whole river turned purple, the sky seems to burn a big fire. In spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body.
A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is happy to reveal a smile, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
Did not dare to look up at the sun, only feel everywhere dazzling, the air, the roof, the ground, are a bright white, white with a little red, from top to bottom of the whole like a great fire mirror, each is the focal point of the fire mirror, as if everything is about to burn up. Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing.
The sun in late fall is like being covered with an orange lampshade, radiating a soft light, shining on the body, face, warm. As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its light all over the earth.
Look, the fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden. The winter sun is as pale as the moon.
The sun is being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light. The sun works all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The warm sunshine, through the dense foliage sprinkled down, into a point of golden light spots. The lofty mountains in the distance, in the sunlight, covered with a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.
The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking to him into a faint round gently swaying halo.
6. Poems about spring flowersSpring is late, flowers and trees are luxuriant.
Harmonious music of the hamlet gung and harmonious music of the cai stellar artemisia. Late: slow.
The flowers and trees: grass and trees. Celosia: the appearance of luxuriant grass.
Harmonious music (喈) is the sound of the warbler. (eery music): the sound of birdsong and harmony.
Artemisia: artemisia. Qi Qi: numerous.
The Classic of Poetry - Xiao Ya - Out of the Vehicle In the middle of spring, Yang He Fang Rising Yang He: the warmth of spring The Records of the Grand Historian (史记-秦始皇本纪) Yang Chun Bu De Zee (阳春布德泽), all things are born to shine The Han Le Fu Gu Rhetoric (长歌行) The wind in the fragrance of the sun in Yang Chun, the three poems of the Jin Bai Yi Dance (楊春二三月) Yang Chun in February and March, the grass is the same color as the water The Jin Le Fu Gu Rhetoric (盂珠) The spring evening of the green field, the rocky high clouds, the show (shu: the beautiful.) The show: the gathering. The first is the "The Sacrifice", which is a collection of the most beautiful and beautiful things in the world.
In the southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun wrote "Into the mouth of Pengli Lake" (入彭蠡湖口), in which the pond is full of spring grass, and the garden willows have changed into songbirds ("鸣禽"). In the two lines, it is written that the birds have been replaced after the winter and the spring. The spring is overflowing with flowers, and the spring is overflowing with flowers.
Fangdian: the countryside.
Wind and sun: spring scenery.
Tang Du Shenyan, "Spring Day in Beijing," clouds out of the sea at dawn, plum and willow across the river in spring. The yellow bird is prompted by the gentle air, and the sunny light turns to green apples.
Plum and willow across the river: plum and willow across the river, a spring color in the south of the river.
Shu Qi: the warmth of spring.
Turning green apples waves: the water apples green grass. The four lines mean: the colorful sun rises with the sunrise in the sea, the plum blossoms and green willows bring the spring across the river, the yellow bird sings in the warm spring light, the sunlight promotes the green apples and grasses.
Tang Du Shenyan "and Jinling Lu Chancellor early spring tour" I do not know who cut out the fine pair, February spring wind like scissors Tang He Zhizhang "Wing Willow": "Jasper makeup into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk thread. I don't know who cuts them out, but the February breeze is like scissors."
The forest flower sweeps more fall, the path grass tread still born Tang Meng Haoran "spring in the joy of Wang Jiu Xiangxun" February lake water is clear, the family spring birds singing Tang Bong Haoran "spring in the joy of Wang Jiu Xiangxun" I heard that the spring has not yet known, walk along the cold plum visit news Tang Li Bai "early spring send Wang Hanyang" Cold snow in the end of the plum, the return of the spring breeze on the willows Tang Li Bai "Palace of the words of the music of the eight songs" The east wind with the return of the spring, the hair of the flower of the branches of my Tang Li Bai "Sunset in memory of the mountains" The wind sprinkled dew, will people heaven and earth in the spring Tang Li Bai "the wind sprinkled dew, will people heaven and earth spring The spring wind sprinkles rain and dew, and the meeting people spring on heaven and earth Tang Li Bai "Send Qiang to Bazhong" Reigns in February and March in Xianyang, the golden branches of the palace willows Tang Li Bai "Ancient Winds" Spring grasses are as sentimental as the mountains, and the mountains are still green Tang Li Bai "Replying to Su Xiucai at the Golden Gate" Sometimes the falling flowers arrive, and the fragrance of the flowing water is far away from them Tang Liu Juanxu "Que title" The flying snow accompanies the spring and is still here, and the good court dawns with its own idleness Tang Liu Juanxu "The snow is a small hill" The paths are covered with white clouds and the spring is long with the green streams. The road is blocked by white clouds, and the spring scenery is as long as the green flowing water.
The first two lines describe the red color of the flowers and the lightness of the willows. The last two lines say that the day is getting longer. The spring color is light and far away, only to listen to the birds and birds, no one to come and go, only the wood door, Tang Dufu "Spring Run" Branches are easy to have fallen, the tender stamens to discuss the fine open Tang Dufu "walk alone by the river in search of flowers seven absolute sentences" Forest flowers from the rain Yan Zhizhi wet, water Nympho pulling the wind with the green belt long Yan Zhizhi: rouge.
Nymphoides: Nymphoides peltatum, an aquatic herb.
This sentence says that the daylily sprouted and encroached on the color of snow.
This sentence says that the daylilies are sprouting and encroaching on the color of snow.
Tang Dufu "waxing day" Jianghan spring wind, frost last night except Tang Du "far from the nostalgia of the younger brother Ying Guan, etc." Spring city and the color of the movement of the micro-cold Tang Dufu "to dispel the boredom of the play presented to the road nineteen Cao long": "Jiangpu thunder noise last night, the spring city and the color of the movement of the micro-cold."
Tang Dufu, "Two Songs for Qingming" It is just like the spring winds to deceive each other, and the night to blow several flowers Tang Dufu, "Nine Songs of Absolute Difficulty" The east wind is good to make the Yanghe, and the grass and the flowers report the occurrence of the Yanghe: spring and the warmth of the air. Tang Qian Qi's "Spring Countryside" Swallows do not return to the spring evening, a Ting smoke and rain apricot flowers cold Ting: waterfront flat land.
Tang Dai Shulun "Su Xi Pavilion" Poetry home in the new spring, the green willow is only yellow half not even half; most.
Tang Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion" is a poem about a new spring.
Tang Yang Juyuan, "Early Spring in the East of the City" The spring water of the Yangtze River is green and colorful, and the lotus leaves are as big as money Tang Zhang Ji, "Spring Farewell Song" Sometimes there are three or two spots of rain, and everywhere there are ten or five flowers This is a depiction of the scenery at the time of the Qingming Festival. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shanfu's "Two Songs on Cold Food" has not yet seen the splendor of the New Year, and the buds of grass were seen at the beginning of February.
The snow, however, is too late for spring, so it wears the trees for the flowers. The two sentences write that the snow can not wait for the arrival of spring, and has worn the trees to decorate the scene of early spring.
The best thing about spring is that it's the best time of the year, and it's a great opportunity to see the streets of the capital.
The absolute victory; far better. The winds are all in crimson, and the green leaves are full of shade."
Ten thousand apricots by the river, newly opened overnight wind. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green wave One night wind: one night spring wind.
Tang Wang Ya "spring tour song" Za soughing east wind rain, hibiscus pond outside the light thunder Za sough: the sound of the wind. Tang Li Shangyin "untitled four" Cold with the night to go, spring is still five more to come Tang Shi Qing "should be imperial decree fugue New Year's Eve" When the east wind to, already green lake on the mountain Tang Qiu Wei "title of the farmer's father's hut" Do not realize that the spring wind for the willows Tang Han Hwang "the Obscure Day to present the magistrates": "Year after year, the old to the Jiangcheng Temple, do not realize that the spring wind for the willows."
The spring breeze congratulates without words, and the rows of flower branches are full of apricot gardens. 唐 赵嘏《喜张沨及第第"《喜沨》 Ancient poems describing the spring and famous lines describing the spring (3) The spring snow is full of air, and it seems to be blooming everywhere you touch it. I don't know if any of the trees in the garden is a real plum.