Who has a poem about trekking in the green?

1. Ruan Langgui - When the South Garden is halfway through spring - (Song) Ouyang Xiu

When the South Garden is halfway through spring, the wind is gentle and the horses are neighing. The day is long and the butterflies are flying.

Floral dew heavy, grass smoke low, home curtains hanging. The autumn swing is so lazy that it is difficult to undress, and the two swallows are returning to the painting hall.

Translation: In the southern outskirts of the garden in the spring, and the warm spring breeze, when you hear the horse neighing. The green plums are only the size of a bean grain, and the delicate willow leaves are as beautiful as eyebrows. The spring days grow longer, and how lightly the butterflies fly.

The dewdrops on the flowers are crystal clear, and the grass is as dense as smoke, and the family has lowered the curtains. She was tired of swinging and slept in her bed, accompanied only by the two swallows on the beam.

2, Qingming Day - (Tang) Wen Tingjun

Qing'e painting fan, spring trees Yu Jin red. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this.

The horse is proud to avoid the curtains of the carriage, and the chicken is afraid to open the cage at first. The yellow oriole is in the old palace.

Translation: In the early morning of Qingming Day, the moths were flying and colorful, as if they were in a painting fan. Peach trees filled the garden, peach blossoms and tulip blossoms competed with each other, red all over the fields. People were excited to set out in groups, seeing the dew trembling on the petals of all colors as they set out, and appreciating the breeze as it whipped through the willows as they returned. Proud horses neigh beside their tents, and chickens scramble out of their freshly opened cages, clucking and cackling as they scavenge for food. I wonder who is aiming at the birds and firing missiles? The oriole flew into the walled courtyard and chirped on the roof, as if to say, "People, please don't hurt us, don't destroy the harmony of nature!

3, Celebrate the Qing dynasty slow - trekking - (Song) Wang Guan

Modulation of the rain for the pasty, urging the ice to make water, the eastern gentleman to pay the spring return. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at the whole thing, but I'm sure you can. The company to go on a good trek, flat shoes small pair of luan. The smoke outskirts, looking at the beautiful color, such as the endless.

Sunny is a, cloudy is a, set out the weather, there are many like. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me to get a good look at it. I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be the one to do it," he said, "I don't know what to say. The east wind is skillful, all the green, blowing in the eyebrow.

Translation: The god of spring, Dongjun, commanded the spring back to the earth, fine rain into a crisp, cold ice into water. And who chased away the not-yet-exhausted chill with light warmth? It is better to wear embroidered shoes with double luan embroidered on the upper, and go trekking in the wild together in company. In the smoky countryside, you can see the beautiful scenery all in the if not in.

The sky will be clear for a while, a cloudy, sunny and cloudy intermixed, changing all kinds of things. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. Accidentally stepped into the mud, mud mud to the stockings spotted, causing the girls to lock their eyebrows, just a good spring breeze, collect all the river green, are blown to their eyebrows.