Bai Juyi

In April, the world is full of beauty, [1]

Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hate that spring is nowhere to be found,

I don't know how it got like this.

Sighing Du Mu

Naturally, it is too late to find spring.

There is no need for melancholy and resentment.

The wind turned crimson,

Green leaves are full of branches.

Chun Xue Han Yu

There is no youth in the New Year.

The grass bud was surprised at the beginning of February.

Snow is too late for spring,

Therefore, the tree is a flying flower.

Han Yu in late spring

Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon.

All kinds of red and purple hit Fang Fei.

Huayang has no talent for pods,

Just to solve the problem of flying snow all over the sky

Huaxia Zui Li Shangyin

I don't feel drunk when I look for incense.

Sleeping on a tree is slanting.

When guests wake up late at night after drinking,

More holding a red candle to appreciate the residual flowers.

Cao Fang Ye Luo

Herbs and cigarettes are warmer and greener.

The idle door will have to be connected for a while.

Keep things simple every year.

Only spring has no secular feeling.

Farewell to Wang Wei and Meng Haoran

I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave.

Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.

The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind.

You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Li Qingzhao's lips are flushed.

Lonely boudoir,

A gentle heart is full of sorrow.

Cherish spring,

When will it rain?

Leaning past,

Just not in the mood.

Where are people,

Even the sky and the grass,

Look at the way back.