poems about love of spring (a compilation of poems describing spring) 1. poems describing spring
Poems describing spring scenery
1. The flowers of the river at sunrise are more red than fire, and the water of the river is green as blue in spring.
-- Bai Juyi, "Remembering the South of the River"
2. The flowers of the Yellow Lady's house are full of flowers, and a thousand of them are low on the branches. The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying.
-- Du Fu, "Walking Alone Along the River in Search of Flowers"
3. The jasper is made up into a tree, and ten thousand threads are draped with green silk.
-- He Zhizhang "Wing Willow"
4, the late day of the river and mountains, the spring breeze flowers and grass. The mud is melting and the swallows are flying, the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks are sleeping.
--Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
5. Yi Weicheng is drizzling with rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
- Wang Wei, "Sending Yuan Er to Envoy An Xi"
6. Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow, and a line of egrets is going up to the blue sky.
--Du Fu's "Absolute Verse"
7. The peach blossoms outside the bamboo have three or two branches, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river.
--Su Shi, "Huichong's Evening Scene on the Spring River"
8. The white herons fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and the fish in the peach blossom stream are fat.
--Zhang Zhihe's "Fishing Songs"
9. The spring garden is full of colors, a branch of red apricots coming out of the wall.
- Ye Shao-weng, "The Garden is Not Worth It"
10, the day of victory to find the fragrance of Surabaya, boundless light a new moment.
-- Zhu Xi "Spring Day"
11, thousands of warblers cry green and red, water village Guo wine flag wind. South Dynasty four hundred and eighty temples, how many buildings in the smoke and rain.
-- Du Mu "Jiangnan Spring"
12, Weicheng rain Eup light dust, the guest house green willow color new. Wang Wei
The Song of Weicheng
13. The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon*** is born on the sea. Zhang Ruoxu "Spring River and Moonlit Night"
14, spring does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers fall to know how much.
Spring Dawn
2. Poems about the love of spring
Sentences about spring 2
1) Spring is here! Look, the melting ice water wakes up the brook . "Dingdong, Dingdong", it is like nature's magical singer, singing a clear and pleasant song, running forward ......
2) Willow tree stretching out the branches of the yellow-green tender leaves, in the slight spring breeze gently flick, like a group of green-clad The willow trees are like a group of fairies in green dresses dancing. Sandwiched in the middle of the willow tree peach tree also bloomed brightly colored flowers, green willow, red flowers, really beautiful!
3) In the spring, the red kapok, the pink peony, the white moonflower, the white jade flowers are open. Some of them are full of buds, some of them are in bud, some of them are in full bloom. A burst of refreshing flowers attracted many small bees, buzzing song and dance.
4) fir tree branches of the bud cluster has been quite fat, tender, reflecting the sky shining bright, you say spring will be far away?
5) Even if you stay open in the water daffodil delicate, do not forget the lonely corner of the valley, wild lilies also have spring ......
This spring, both give people new life, but also give people new hope. I love this beautiful spring.
3. What are the poems describing spring
1, "Spring Night Joyful Rain"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Good rain knows the time and season, when spring is happening. The wind is in the night, moist and silent.
The path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat is bright with fire. The first thing you need to do is to look at the red wet place, the flower heavy Jin Guancheng.
Translation:
The rain seems to pick the right time to fall in the spring when everything is sprouting. Along with the wind, quietly into the night. It is fine and dense, moisturizing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds, shrouded field paths, a little light, flashing river fishing boat. Tomorrow morning to see the flowers with dew, Chengdu will be full of flowers blooming.
2, "Spring Day"
Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi
The victory of the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, boundless light a new.
The first is to recognize the face of the east wind, and it is always spring in all colors.
Translation:
The wind and sunshine tour spring in the Surabaya waterfront, boundless scenery is new. Anyone can see the face of spring, the spring wind blowing hundreds of flowers open, thousands of purple and red, everywhere is the spring scenery.
3. Jiangnan Spring
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Thousands of miles of warblers cry in green and red, and the wine flag winds in the water villages and mountains.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the south of the country, and a lot of buildings in the smoke and rain.
Translation:
The cries of the birds in the southern part of the country are reflected in the green grass and red flowers, and the wine flags are fluttering in the villages by the water, and in the cities and towns at the foot of the mountains. The Southern Dynasty left behind more than four hundred and eighty ancient temples, countless buildings are covered in the wind and smoke clouds and rain.
4, "Spring Day Occasional"
Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao
The clouds are light and the wind is light near the noon day, and the evening flowers follow the willow across the river.
The people of the time do not know Yu Xinle, and they will say that they are free to learn from the youth.
Translation:
The clouds are light, the wind is light, and it's almost noon in the spring, and I'm walking along the riverbank with the flowers and the willows. This pleasant spring tour ah, people do not understand, will say that I am busy, strong learning young children.
5, "South Lake Early Spring"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The wind back to the cloud breaks the rain at the beginning of the clear, back to the lake warm and bright. The red mountains and apricots are in disarray, and the new green water is full of apples.
The wings of the low white geese are still heavy, and the tongue of the oriole is not yet complete. The first is that it is not a good idea to have a good spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Translation:
The dark clouds dispersed, the wind and rain stopped, the weather has just cleared, the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, there is a sense of warmth and brightness. The mountain apricots on the hills are dotted with broken red; the water apples floating on the lake are as endless as a neat lawn.
The white geese have not dried up from the rain, and their wings have become heavy, so they have to fly low; the yellow emu's tongue is also quite a bit raw, and it doesn't listen to the call of duty. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but the body and mind are aging every year, and my interest is also reduced.
4. Seek 10 poems about spring
Modern Poetry I. In the grove of the city effect Returning to the green, my grove The ants and flying insects in the grove These humble beings all come with spring Under the soil, I hear the sound of earthworms crawling With soft heads banging through the closed door of the soil In the grass of the grove, I see a flock of goats Swinging with their long whiskers and bleating A black goat came to me with tears of happiness on its face. In the city, there were a few birds that didn't dare to go into the city, but only cheered and jumped outside. They were as simple as peasants in the countryside, and made me feel close to them. They were my friends, and as if they were my relatives I had met by chance, they were searching for unknown worms, and they were making a kindly sound to their companions. I fell in love with the sound of birds, and in their chirping, I opened the door to spring. My heart is in turmoil this spring, when I think of certain tombstones, and at the same time, of my childhood. My heart is in turmoil this spring. Spring poems have been written by spring, and my dedications are to the blades of grass and the corollas of flowers in spring. What can I do in this spring, and with whom else can I embrace the light of spring and the time of day? A sound that dashes down from the highest heights like a long-haired girl's black cascade, clutching time in its grip, and I am thus a dizzy spirit in a curtain of rain, unable to tell who is the real, unquenchable desire, the drops of rain that dance in the air and float soothingly high up in the sky, building up their strength and seeping through the unadorned clouds into the broad expanse of my chest, which then swells and stirs, and ripples, and slaps at the shores of my feelings, with one wave of breath after another. Wave after wave of breath, a drop of rain, which penetrates deep into my heart without any obstruction, mixes with my thoughts, and then passes through the narrow space of my heart, washing everything away, while a ray of sunlight takes the opportunity to cross the deep path of time and reaches my clear sky. 2004-2-23 "Looking at a snowstorm in spring" I boarded the train bound for spring, and I was carrying a seasonal blade, which mercilessly scraped away the agitated buds, and made the ice crack, and the small hands of winter reach out to me. Reach out with your small hands and hold the flags of spring, and chase the snow of spring, as soon as you step on the equator of spring, a snowfall becomes precious, and a conversation about spring and snow flows freely, and the snowflakes send out instructions in six directions, sending out messages of wetness, and spring has nothing to do with snow, but rather, it's the sudden inversion of the spring cold that grips the love of everyone, and the fierce and pure contact between the sky and the earth, along the slopes of the seasons. Walking down the slope of the season, waiting in front of me, 2004-2-3, "Stepping on the Threshold of Spring," the last snowfall, and the tops of the trees outside the window, looking at each other for an indefinite period of time, the branches of the trees drooping and sighing, spewing out mist, dripping with the longing for spring, a bud quietly arching out of the tundra, knocking on the doorway of the earth, the sparrow walking on the prowl, disappearing with a click, behind the cracked trunks of the trees, enjoying the love of the countryside, lightweight kites, piloting the boats of the seasons, making lyrical journeys, arriving at the domains of spring, still muddy on the road. The road is still muddy, the occasional pedestrian raises his collar, shutting out the cold, while the sun shines brightly inside the door of spring. 2004-2-5 "TREKING IN THE GREEN" On a weeknight, I meet with a kite and go to the tip of a hill in the countryside, releasing my son's joy that he's been holding on to all winter, and in the distance, a floating leaf exults in a back and forth with my son, and my wife lays back down, kissing the moist hyacinth grass underneath, and the entire afternoon, I'm restless, and I'm tempted to dig out my son's homework in his schoolbag and help him with his homework, and I'd like to do something for him. I wanted to pull out my son's homework from his school bag and sweep it up for him. 2004-3-9 "Associations" An old buffalo nibbled at a patchwork of grass dotted with wildflowers, and then, childlike, "Moo", the cow's hooves beaded, waking up spring's ears to the river, alongside the springtime seedlings and the leaves rising from the ridge, and then imagining that it had been not so long ago that the same old buffalo had ruminated on the very same land, and that the same old buffalo had ruminated on the very same land. Imagine that not so long ago, here in this very land, this old buffalo had been ruminating and grunting, pushing the seasons forward with the speed of an empty-handed philosopher, making gestures that turned the warm colors of the land through the cold eyes of the seasons, slanting the cool, classical figure down heavily into the waves of the mud, pulling and prodding the ploughshare in hand against the old farmer. 2004-03-09 Who hunted away the feathers of spring The last of the feathered seasons, in the midst of their fullness, had hidden away in a deep, deep pool of life. The last feather of the spring season, after experiencing the fullness of life, hides in the dreary twilight of spring, and under the wings of the day, a serenade of peace and relaxation, perches on the wind, licking gently the sails sailing on the sea of seasons, who, after reaping the rewards of love, has again lost favor under the eaves of love, turns his back on his prayers, and quietly moistened with tears of once-romantic passion, swims on the cloudy field of spring, and sees the fading rays of light bathing in the abrasions of the cloudy sky, the sea and the sky, the beautiful feather of spring, the feather of the feather of spring. The heat that harnesses the beautiful feathers can no longer cross the smoke-locked endless journey, and then with a wordless promise, lifting a pious streamer to the distance, who is it that hunts for the feathers of spring, but can't find the sky in which to fly, and then collects the feathers on the branches of his feelings 2004-03-08 Waiting for the Sunshine to Run Over I think that on a spring afternoon, perhaps there are a lot of things that will be boring, and I will lean alone on the window sill, watching the clouds roll in the sky, and the crowded buildings will be crowded with people, and there are hurrying pedestrians. The crowded downstairs is filled with hurrying pedestrians, each with a serious expression, witnessing the solitary actions of others, and the sky is clear, and a lyrical dove, beautifully plumed, with her pigeon's whistle, glides with impunity between the kite and the breeze, and the sky casts an athletic shadow, moving with only a choice of erratic strokes, and a trail of thought, setting up a dove, with its feathers spread, as a bridge to a faraway land, waiting for a ray of sunshine, preferably a ray of sunshine, which has been missing for a long time, to come and be embraced by all the world. Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran) Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and the crowing birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain in the night, the sound of flowers falling, the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of flowers falling, the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of flowers falling, the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of flowers falling. I don't know who cuts the leaves, but the spring breeze is like scissors. Ancient Poetry about Spring Spring Night (Du Fu) The rain knows the time and season, when spring is in the air. The winds are in the night, and the things are silently moistened. The path is dark with clouds, the riverboat is bright with fire. The red wetness of the dawn, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng. Ancient Poetry of Spring Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) The osmanthus flowers fall at leisure, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. Qingming Festival (Du Mu) The rains are pouring down at Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village. Ancient Poetry about Spring Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) The peach blossoms are in full bloom in April among the people, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom at the mountain temples. The peach blossoms of the mountain temples are in full bloom. I always hate to find no place to return to in the spring, but I don't know where to turn to. Late Spring (Han Yu) The grasses and trees know that spring will not return soon, and there are a hundred flowers and violets competing with each other. There is no talent in poplars and elm pods, but snow flies in the sky. The Spring Poem Early Spring (Han Yu) The small streets of the sky.
5. Poems describing spring
Ancient poems describing spring Poems describing spring 1: "Aria willow" He Zhizhang Jasper made up a tree high, ten thousand hanging down the green silk ribbon.
I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The poem describes the spring 2: "The garden is not worth it" Ye Shaoweng should pity the clogs teeth printed moss, small buckle wood door for a long time not open.
The garden is full of spring color, a branch of red apricots out of the wall. Spring Dawn: Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn" Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds.
The sound of wind and rain in the night, how much do you know about the fall of flowers? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite place to eat, and you'll be able to enjoy it. The piper betel artemisia is full of reed buds short, it is the river dolphin wants to go up.
The spring poem 5: "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" Du Mu thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, the water villages and mountains Guo wine flag wind. The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young woman.
The first time I've ever seen the world, I've seen the world, and I've seen the world, and I've seen the world, and I've seen the world, and I've seen the world. The winds are silent, and the winds are silent.
The path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat is bright with fire. The first thing you need to do is to look at the red wet place, the flowers are heavy Jin Guancheng.
Poem 7: "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei The osmanthus flowers fall in idleness, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise startles the birds, and they are singing in the spring stream.
Spring Poem 8: "Late Spring" by Han Yu The grass knows that spring will not return soon, and there are a hundred red flowers and violets to compete with the fragrant flowers. There is no talent in poplar flowers and elm pods, but the snow flies in the sky.
Spring poem 9: "Early Spring" Han Yu, "Early Spring" (早春呈水部张十八员外)韩愈天街小雨润如酥, 草色遥看近却没. The most is the benefit of a year of spring, the absolute victory of the smoke and willow full of Huangdu.
The description of the spring poem 10: "Spring Xing" Wu Yuanheng Yang Liu yin yin fine rain sunny, residual flowers fell out to see the warbler. The spring breeze is blowing the dream of the countryside overnight, and the spring breeze is coming to the city of Luo.
The poem describes the spring 11: "Questions on the South Village" Cui Gu Last year today in this door, the face of the peach blossoms reflect each other red. I don't know where the peach blossoms have gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
The spring is described in the poem 12: "The absolute sentence" Du Fu late sun rivers and mountains, spring breeze flowers and grasses. The mud melts and the swallows fly, the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep.
Spring poem 13: "A solitary walk along the river in search of flowers" Du Fu Huang Si-niang's house is full of flowers, a thousand and ten thousand of them are low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the warblers cry all the time.
Modern Poetry about Spring Poetry about Spring 14: Spring, Ten Seas Spring, ten seas all resurrected in the bright scenery mocking this barbaric and sad seas What is the purpose of your so long sleep? In the spring, the ten sea-sons roar low, dance and sing around you and me, tearing your black hair, and ride away on you, and the dust fills the earth with the pain of your cleavage In the spring, the savage and vengeful sea-son is left, the last one, the son of the night, immersed in the winter, in love with death, and passionately in love with the empty and cold countryside, where the grains are piled up so high they cover the windows, half of them and half of the family's mouths, and the family's mouths. In the mouths of a family of six, half for eating and half for their stomachs, half for agriculture, they breed themselves The gale blows from east to west, from north to south, ignoring the night and the dawn What exactly do you mean by the dawn? Jiangnan of Su Xiao Xiao, then thought of the lake with many lilies, the lake with many diamonds, the lake with many crabs, the Jiangnan with many lakes, the small battlefield between the king of Wu and the king of Yue (that war was beautiful enough), escaped Xishi, disappeared Fan Li, disappeared in the wine-flag-waving (three hours' flight from Songshan), the Jiangnan of the Qianlong Emperor, in the spring, thought of the Jiangnan with weeping willows all over the place, thought of the Taihu Lake fishing port, thought of the cousin with many, walking in the willows, thinking of the willows, thinking of the willows, thinking of the willows, thinking of the willows, thinking of the willows, thinking of the willows. Many cousins, walking along the willow embankment. Walking along the willow embankment, those many cousins are just like that? Even if we meet, they won't accompany me to pick lotus and water lilies, and even if we meet, we'll meet in Jiangnan, where it's raining apricot blossoms, where there's a village of apricot blossoms, where there's my mother Easter Day, but not my mother, a little girl from Jiangnan, turned into my mother Ching Ming Festival, my mother called out to me at the Yuantong Temple, to me, over the Straits, to me, to the other side of the Taiwan Strait, to me, to the other side of the Taiwan Strait, to me. On this side of the strait Shouting at me, on the other side of the strait Shouting at me, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan Jiangnan with many temples, Jiangnan with many pavilions, Jiangnan with many kites, Jiangnan with many bells (Standing in Keelung Harbor, I want to - I want to want to, but I can't return) Jiangnan with many swallows Describing the poem of spring, 16: Spring The swallows are returning, singing under the eaves of the house River thawed and the veins are thawing, a sudden wound and a sudden wound in my heart. The river thaws, the bloodline thaws, and the wounds and blank spots of my heart are in the throes of awakening. This is the season of faith, when giving means greater harvests, and I am sometimes silent. Silence leads me to deeper silence. Spring is a typical example. Spring swallows fly above my head, spring rivers flow with my blood, spring land bears the ploughshare deep ploughing in my heart and carves a scar spring makes me know more about life food basket in the hands of my mother neighbor's sister is busy preparing for her wedding spring makes me more willing to be touched by ordinary things spring poem describing the spring of the 17: "eight hundred miles of spring" Jane people eight hundred miles of spring, just like a huge, silent pipe it makes all the things contain smoke Jiangnan. The waterwheel turns day and night on both sides of the cottonwood and green stones build up the outline of the home, and the light wind is like a grass rope to tie up the cow mooing and cooking smoke, as well as walking rain swallows.
In the dictionary of the countryside, I have paid attention to The falling moon, to the death still and the smell of almonds embraced together with the petunias have long been out into the shape of a smile, alas! The girl who waded through the shadow of the hedge, how can it overcome your beauty, from the shallow temples and I am bound to be an emancipated willow, as you wish to express the freedom of spring, the whole noon to observe the rain a little bit of jumping over the dike pond, I began to have a small conspiracy - from the new leaves of the well, with the children of the mugwort side by side with green moss Description of the spring poem 18: "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring", "Spring". A word of greeting is a part of spring. If we can remember a person's name, the name of a friend we haven't seen for years can still ring out. Another part of spring is hidden in a book, which will always escort us to a faraway place. The thawed mountain lifts up its jagged chest, and the thawed river sheds its watery tenderness, and its mood opens up like a flower in spring.
6. Poetry about spring
"Wing Willow" He Zhizhang "Jasper is made into a tree, ten thousand stripes are hanging down the green silk sash, I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors".
The Garden is Not Worth It Ye Shao-weng should pity the clogs and teeth of the moss, a small buckle wood door for a long time not open. I can't keep the spring colors out of the garden, and a branch of red apricots is coming out of the wall.
"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds. The wind and rain come in the night, and the flowers are falling. The Dawn of the Spring River by Huichong Su Shi The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two in number, and the ducks are the first to know the warmth of the water in the spring river.
Arthemisia vulgaris is full of reed buds short, it is the river dolphin wants to go up. Remembering Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar.
The sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river water green as blue. I can't help but remember the south of the river. Pear Blossom The snowy spring can be boasted of, and the fragrance of the powder last night to the end of the world.
The most important thing to remember is that it's not just a matter of time before you leave your home, it's a matter of time before you leave your home. The first time I saw it, it was a very beautiful flower, but it was a very beautiful one.
Nowadays, I stand by the east fence in despair, remembering that I look like this flower Spring Tang Xin Spring, sadness and emptiness, I reached out my hands, what I lost, and what I grabbed in the cold hut, like a saint, read books, and nothing can save me from long-term loneliness, which makes people go crazy, and who will be the next one to be killed by me Imagine how many emperors and kings I buried, but in fact, I'd like to be a happy hooligan wearing a hat and whistling, and stepping on a broken car to go to a rambling house. Perhaps I should roar, perhaps I should sneer, perhaps I should lie down and sleep, Spring, ten seas, seas, Spring, ten seas, all risen, in the light of day, laughing at the savage, sad seas, for what have you slept so long? In the spring, ten sea-sons roar low, dance and sing around you and me, tear your black hair, ride you off, dusty, and the pain of your cleavage fills the earth, and in the spring, the savage and vengeful sea-son is left with this one, the last one, the son of the night, immersed in the winter, devoted to death and unable to extricate himself, and in love with the empty cold countryside, where the grains are piled up so high they cover the windows, and they are half of a family of six, who have no mouths to feed, and they are all in a family of six, who have no mouths to feed. Half of them are for the mouths, food and stomachs of a family of six, half for agriculture, they breed themselves, the wind blows from east to west, north to south, ignoring night and dawn, what do you mean by dawn? The lake with many lilies, the lake with many lozenges, the lake with many crabs, the Jiangnan with many lakes The small battlefield between the King of Wu and the King of Yue (that war was beautiful enough) Escaped Xishi, disappeared Fan Li, disappeared in the wine-flag-waving (a three-hour flight from Songshan) The Jiangnan of the Qianlong Emperor In the spring, I thought of the Jiangnan with weeping willows all over the place, the Taihu Lake with a fishing harbor, and so many cousins walking on the Willow Embankment (I could only marry one of them!) I can only marry one of them. Walking along the willow embankment, those many cousins just let themselves grow old. Even if we meet, they won't accompany me to pick lotus and water lilies. Even if we meet, we'll meet in Jiangnan. In Jiangnan, in the apricot blossom and spring rain, in the apricot blossom village in Jiangnan, there'll be my mother. Easter, but what won't be resurrected is my mother, a mother who was turned into a little girl in Jiangnan. All spring I waited for them to call me, I thought they would, and all spring I was restless, listening for movement outside the house, I heard the wind, I heard the buds open, and at the slightest sound, I jumped up and opened the door, and stood at the door and stared for a long time, I thought they would come, and my mother, sensing that I was restless, looked at me so gently, I couldn't tell her anything, so I took the pills she gave me. I can't tell her anything but to take the pills she hands me I think they'll come calling I think it's spring, it's a clear day, the birds are swarming through the window with the sky in their mouths I think they'll come calling I think they'll come calling me until the birds have gone from the trees this spring, Shinging, the first to see the water running over the grass buds, you will be blessed with good health and good fortune and good fortune, and in the cry of pain, thawing ice but, my blind brothers and sisters how much of this beauty of the imagination must I explain to your ears before I can carve the scars of a murderer's body on your heart? The murderer dismembered the body and threw it into a well in a wheat field, waiting to be discovered, and now in a middle school classroom, answering questions in Mandarin, is the princess of this town? To the woman who almost simultaneously predicted the misery of her love, it was time for the wolf to turn away from evil and turn to good, and I heard that even the mouse had given birth to a disgusting babe, a child who made the wrong more wrong and the joy infinitely more joyous, a child who could not enter your gaze, while 365 farmhouses flocked to spring, never in a square, and a shepherd fell in love with a lovely ewe, which is reasonable, unexpected, and the newfound fashionable behavior of a hick, and which I need not be pretentious and oblivious to recognize as the most important of all. I don't have to be pretentious and forgetful to admit that what is old will remain old and what is new will be new, just as the life of spring is new and her name is old. Spring, Seo-Yong. The swallows return and sing under the eaves. The river thaws, the blood pulses, and the wounds and the empty spots of my heart are in the throes of awakening. It's a season of faith, when the payment means a greater harvest, and I'm silent sometimes. There are things that we cannot study, and the best way is to be in them. Spring is a typical example. Spring swallows fly above my head, spring rivers flow with my blood, spring land bears the ploughshare's deep ploughing, and scars are carved in my heart. Spring has made me more aware of life, and the food basket in my mother's hand, and the neighbor's sister busy with her wedding preparations, spring has made me more willing to be touched by the commonplace. Another spring, psyllium, some of the trees so tall we had to lift our heads, have all died. Sharp axe.
The saws send away the change they have found, and some of the trees that are trying to grow taller, talk to each other, and around the slope of the earth In the sky: the vain sun shakes dozens of golden threads, like picking up on the spinning gears, it is dangerous. 800 Miles of Spring, Jane, 800 Miles of Spring, like a huge, silent pipe, it makes everything contain smoke, and Jiangnan. The waterwheel turns both sides of the river day and night, and the cottonwood and green stones form the outline of a home, and the light wind is like a grass rope that holds the cow mooing and the smoke of the cooking fire, as well as the wandering rain swallows.
In the dictionary of the countryside, I have noticed the falling moon.
7. Favorite Spring Poems
1. Spring is coming - the sound of firecrackers in a year, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel.
2, spring rain - a small building to listen to the spring rain overnight, deep alleys selling apricot blossoms in the morning. 3, spring flowers - despondent east column of a strain of snow, life to see a few clear.
4, spring night - deeper moon night half of the family, the Dipper appendage Nandou oblique. 5, spring water - spring water blue in the sky, the painted boat listening to the rain.
6, spring breeze - spring breeze and green south bank of the river, when the bright moon shines me back. 7, spring light - waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds are always spring.
8, spring scenery - try to see on the superb platform, half of the trench spring water, a city of flowers. 9, spring tour - the east wind knows that I want to mountain, blowing off the eaves between the sound of the accumulated rain.
10, spring thoughts - spring heart Mo *** flowers compete for hair, an inch of acacia an inch of gray. 11, spring silence - spring tide with the rain late to rush, wild boat no one boat from across.
12, spring sorrow - ask you can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water to the east 13, spring dream - pillow piece of time spring dream, line all the thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River. 14, spring hate - life from the love of the maniacs, this hate! The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
15, spring return - falling red is not a ruthless thing, into the spring mud more protective flowers.
8. Poems in praise of spring
1, Wave淘沙令-簾外雨潺潺
五代：李煜
Curtain outside the rain gurgling, the spring intention of the end. The coverlet is not resistant to the cold of five nights. I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream, but I'm very happy.
Alone on the fence, infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to say goodbye and difficult to see. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are doing it.
Translation
Outside the curtains came the sound of rain, and the richness of spring is about to wither again. The brocade quilt could not withstand the cold of the fifth watch of the night. Only when you forget that you are a traveler in a dream can you enjoy a moment of pleasure.
Alone in the sun when the sun goes down in the high building leaning on the railing looking into the distance, because of the thought of old times have unlimited rivers and mountains, the heart will be flooded with infinite sadness. It's easy to part with it, but it's hard to see it again. Like the loss of the river withered safflower with the spring to go back together also, the contrast between the present and the past, one is heaven and the other is on earth.
2. Birdsong Stream
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
People idle osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet, spring mountains empty.
The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream.
The translation
At night in spring, there is no sound, and the fragrant osmanthus blossoms gently fall. The green mountains and blue forests are all the more silent.
The moon rises, startling a few perched mountain birds. The clear chirping, long echoed the empty mountain streams.
3. Spring
Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi
The victory of the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, the boundless light of a new moment.
The first time I saw the face of the east wind, it was always spring.
Translation
The wind and sunshine tour spring in Surabaya waterfront, boundless scenery is new.
Anyone can see the face of spring, the spring wind blowing hundreds of flowers open, thousands of purple and red, everywhere is the scene of spring.
4. Jiangnan Spring
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Thousands of warblers cry in green and red, the water village Guo wine flag wind.
The first is the "South China Spring", which is the first time in the history of the world that the Chinese people have ever been in a situation where there is a lot of smoke and rain.
Translation
The southern land is full of bird cries, green grass and red flowers, and wine flags are fluttering everywhere in the villages and towns.
The four hundred and eighty ancient temples left behind by the south of the country, countless buildings and platforms are all covered in the wind, smoke and rain.
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a kid.