Poetry in spring

Poetry about spring 1 Where are you from?

Green, where are you from?

It's the wind,

This is from the rain is falling all,

This is sunshine. ...

Young trees grow green leaves,

The bird sang a green song.

The stream presents green ripples. ...

In the green Woods,

There's a green slug squatting,

It plays the green violin,

Green piano music,

On the green hillside on the left ...

A bird

A little bird,

Sing a song in the tree

Step on a leaf.

birdie

How distressed I am

Because that's me.

Hand-planted saplings

birdie

You climb trees.

When singing and dancing

Just relax, okay?

Beautiful little tree

Deer, deer,

There are two beautiful little trees on their heads.

Why are there no green leaves on the branches?

No birds sing and dance. ...

Deer, I want to water the young trees.

The deer ran away as soon as it heard the noise.

Run deep into the mountains ...

spring

Blooming quietly in front of the village,

That beautiful heart-shaped tree.

This is the smile of spring!

Twitter, singing by the stream,

Those lovely birds,

This is the heartbeat of spring,

Ah, spring,

Coming! In spring,

It's really coming

Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene Spring II was written by Su Shi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.

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Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis and asparagus has begun to sprout. This is the season when puffer fish return from the sea and lay eggs in the river.

Poetry about Spring 3 Hui Chong's "Night Scene on the Spring River"

Su Shi

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Su Shi was a writer and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. The word Zizhan is called Dongpo lay man.

Translation and annotation:

Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They first noticed the warming of the river in early spring. The beach has been covered with Artemisia selengensis, asparagus has begun to sprout, and puffer fish is about to swim back into the river from the sea.

Hui Chong was a monk and painter in the Song Dynasty. This poem was inscribed by Su Shi on the evening scene of the Spring River painted by Hui Chong, but Hui Chong's original painting has been lost.

Because the author knows and knows how to paint, he can firmly grasp the painting meaning of Hui Chong's One Night by the Spring River, and only use a few strokes, such as peach blossoms, warm ducks playing by the river and short reeds, to outline the beautiful scenery of the river in early spring. What is particularly amazing is the phrase "Duck Prophet of Spring River Plumbing", which describes the change and change of water temperature that the painter can't draw. It's so interesting and wonderful! In addition, his subtlety is also reflected in his humorous imagination. He can see outside the painting, touch the breath of early spring with the "fugu desire" that is not in the painting, and deepen the artistic conception in the painting.

spring

Chu Hsi

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Zhu was a famous philosopher, philosopher, educator and writer in the Southern Song Dynasty. The word "Hui" was changed to "Zhong Hui" with the name "Hui An" and "Ziyang" in posthumous title.

Translation and annotation:

The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya. You can see the face of spring anywhere. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

The seven-character poem Spring Day was written by Zhu in Song Dynasty, among which "All colors are always spring" is a famous sentence. The main idea of the poem is: When the weather is clear and sunny, you can go to Surabaya to enjoy the scenery, and the endless scenery is completely new. It is easy to recognize Dongfeng's face, and colorful eyes are full of fragrant spring. Literally, this poem seems to express the feelings of visiting spring, but the place to look for fragrance is the Surabaya coast occupied by Jin people when they crossed the Song Dynasty a long time ago. In fact, the word "Surabaya" in the poem implies Confucius, because in the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius taught his disciples with string songs between Zhu and Si. Therefore, the so-called "seeking incense" refers to the way of seeking saints. "Colorful" is a metaphor for the richness of Confucianism. The poet compares the sage's way to the spring breeze, which promotes the occurrence of opportunities and touches everything. This is actually a philosophical poem by the richest man, which combines reason with interest in the image.

willow

He zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

He, a famous poet and calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, was born in Yongxing, Yuezhou (now Xiaoshan, Zhejiang) in his later years.

Translation and annotation:

Willow is dressed as jasper like a beautiful woman, and thousands of wickers are like her green ribbon. Do you know who cut the delicate willow leaves? It was the spring breeze in February like scissors! Yong Liu is a seven-character quatrain written by He, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. This poem is a poem about objects. By praising the willow tree, he expressed the poet's infinite love for spring. The first two sentences of this poem use two new metaphors of beauty to describe the vitality and prosperity of spring willow; The latter two sentences compare the spring breeze to "scissors" more ingeniously, and show the invisible "spring breeze" vividly, which is not only novel in concept, but also full of charm.

When sending Yuan Er to Anxi

Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Wang Wei, a famous poet and painter in Tang Dynasty, was called "Mosha" and "Mosha Jushi". Han nationality, from Zhou Pu, Hedong, Tang Dynasty.

Translation and annotation:

The drizzle in the morning wet the dust in the Acropolis, and the hotels with blue bricks and green tiles and the surrounding willows were particularly fresh and clear. Please come to another farewell bar, because you won't see your old friends there after you leave Yangguan.

Seeing Two Ambassadors Off to Anxi is a very famous farewell poem by Wang Wei. At that time, it was composed and sung, and it was called "the third floor of Yangguan". The first two periods stipulated the time and place for seeing off guests. In the early spring morning, a Mao Mao rain and dust settled, and the air was moist and cool. Looking from the guest house of the Acropolis, there are green willows everywhere and they are full of vitality. In the poem, the word "Huan" is used to describe rain and wet dust, and the word "Xin" is used to describe willow color, which accurately and vividly captures the characteristics of things; The homonym of "willow" in willow color and "willow" in nostalgia expresses the parting feeling between the poet and his good friend Yuaner. The last two sentences were written at the farewell banquet, and the poet advised him to drink more, because he left Yangguan from Weicheng westbound and never saw his familiar friends again, let alone Anxi, which is farther away than Yangguan. Literally, these two sentences seem to be just a toast, but in fact they sincerely wish my friends in that distant and strange place all the best. The deep feeling in the poem is integrated into the plain words, which adds touching power and becomes a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages.

Titu chengnan Zhuang

Cui Hu

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Cui Hu was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Yin Gong was born in Boling (now Dingzhou City, Hebei Province) in the Tang Dynasty.

Translation and annotation:

Today last year, at the door of a family in Nanzhuang, Chang 'an, I was particularly blushing when I saw a beautiful face and a blooming peach blossom. Today, a year later, I revisited my old place, and I don't know where my shy face went. Only the peach blossom still blooms with a smile in this warm spring breeze!

Xiqing

Chengda Fan

Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall.

I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.

Fan Chengda was a famous official, writer and poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. The word is capable and the word is young. In his early years, he was named this mountain layman, and later he was named Shihu layman. Han nationality, born in Wuxian County, Pingjiang Prefecture (now Suzhou, Jiangsu Province). Translation and annotation:

Fan Chengda likes to plant plum trees in front of the window. He can taste plums in summer and enjoy them in winter. This poem probably says that the plums in front of the window are ripe and the bamboo shoots in the corner grow into forests. It has been raining all day, and I don't know that spring has passed. It turned out to be late summer and the sun was shining.

Poetry of Spring 4 Stories of Spring

In the sound of flowers blooming

Tell the story of that spring

In April of that year, many people enjoyed flowers among the flowers.

You are wearing a red skirt.

Look at spring as a flower.

A face of pure, bright and clear.

Don't pursue wealth, just ask for one person.

Hand in hand, wave and smile every tomorrow.

When you wash your face with blue sky, you

As soon as I reached out, I touched the smiling clouds.

There's another one. Use its wings.

The eagle that grazed the sky again and again.

Flirting amorous eyes, flirting

Love dances in heaven and earth, and love jumps at the fingertips.

Nearby, there are silver ones in the river

Fish are smart and swim fast from time to time.

I want you to bring a little lightning in spring.

In the distance, there are your good friends in the Peach Blossom Garden.

Smile gently, with peach blossoms in your mouth.

A peach blossom and a poem.

A ray of elegant poetry that touches the depths of your soul.

Missing has nothing to do with distance

Remember, on the road we walked together

You are as warm as the sun and smile like a peach blossom.

Know that life is hard to find.

I also know that souls know each other, and I want to cherish time.

Fate will not stop at first sight.

Contentment-the road to the future

There is a kind of love that can walk with time and meet dreams.

You can drive away the coolness in the world of mortals and warm your heart.

When you leave, you look back.

A tear turned red and burned half the sky.

There is no need to be so painful, there is

The thoughts in my heart are hidden at my fingertips.

Do you know that?/You know what? On the road of life

The soul lies not in distance, but in communication.

A touch of acacia can warm people who walk.

Also remember, in the world of mortals.

Walk in the world and get out of your own world.

Realize in the cold and realize your own paradise.

With a romantic desire for love

Embrace spring together and breed new hope.

Set sail and pursue the light of dreams.

Time is the only constant and unremarkable thing.

Meet in the sunset of vernal equinox

Count the beautiful eyes.

I'm still waiting patiently for the swallow in front of the hall.

The weeds in my heart grow wild.

Deep in Grain Rain's tender heart.

Carved the fragrance of the years

The alley in my memory, she is still standing.

The shadow in the dream is so long.

I love you, girl.

If this morning,

Someone borrowed roses to tell my fragrance.

I love you, girl.

Maybe tomorrow night

Someone tampered with the west wind and blew away my desolation.

Some cities hurried by.

Some cities yearn for it silently.

Some cities are warm and warm.

Some cities are faint and sad.

Some troubles are shared slowly.

Some worries, quiet taste.

Some worries are whispered.

Some things are stupid and forgotten.

In this noisy and impetuous world

We are all ordinary passers-by

Time is the only constant.

In this familiar and unfamiliar dusk

We are all in the past.

Only time is calm.

In the fleeting youth-this is "me"

The poem "Sailing in Guazhou" about spring was written by Wang Anshi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of this poem is as follows:

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

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Jingkou and Guazhou are separated only by a Yangtze River, and there are only a few mountains from Jingkou to Zhongshan. The spring breeze has turned the banks of the Yangtze River green again. When will the bright moon shine on me and return to my hometown?

Poetry about Spring 6 The Sound of Spring

The heavy snow last night.

Submerged the whole vine.

All smiles, cold and gentle.

Like a finger across the face

The wind is crying.

The night is angry.

I don't know about rivers in the dark.

When have you ever laughed happily?

Ducks on the river

Broke the sparkling lake

Wake up after a deep sleep

Hear the sound of spring

Singing on the branches

Laugh by the river

Follow the sound of spring

Suddenly find

awake from a dream

Winter is fading away.

De Esther von Saint Pauli

Singing in the spring sky

The heart is no longer far away

Dreams are close, close.

Hope is sweet and beautiful.

This is the sound of spring.

Song of spring

I want to sing a song,

My song just wants to praise the beautiful spring scenery.

Frozen rivers become gentle springs,

Everything on the earth is reborn and trees are in rows.

Blooming flowers are your beautiful embodiment,

Colorful, bright and fragrant.

Busy bees and birds are jumping,

Singing in the branches.

I walked through the gentle grassland,

The warm wind soothed the sadness in my heart.

The people who worked hard in the sun woke me up.

Write down your New Year's resolutions in the spring morning.

I like spring,

Just keep up with the pace of spring.

I like spring,

May the beauty of nature shine in all people's hearts.

You are great and affectionate in spring.

The earth wakes up slowly with your arrival.

In spring, you sent away the severe winter with that gentle wind.

People get rid of the shackles of winter in your warm arms.

In spring, you make all living things sprout emotionally.

Started their estrus and lingering.

Give birth to new life in return for your generosity.

In spring, you touch every inch of land,

Let them release energy and put on costumes for the earth.

In spring, people praise you Life is hopeless without you.

Spring, the earth praises you. Without you, the earth will not wake up.

Animals in spring praise you. I can't live without you.

In spring, you dominate all the creatures on the earth. You are our friend.

We use new life to repay your every reincarnation.

In spring, you let beauty always accompany all living things.

In spring, you melt mountains, rivers and beautiful streams to accompany you.

In spring, the green trees wave to you, and the birds in the trees are song for you.

We praise your selfless dedication in the spring.

In spring, you will always be with everything. I hope your beauty will last forever.

You are an April day on earth-Lin.

I said you are the April day of this world.

Laughter lit up the April wind;

Your soul dances in the glory of spring.

You are the cloud on the first day of April.

Breathing the soft wind at dusk

The stars twinkle with unconscious light.

The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.

That's light, that's elegant, and you are,

You wear a crown of flowers,

In your naive and serious way

You are the full moon every month.

When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling

You are as tender as a bud.

Gentle and happy, the Bai Lianhua you dream of is floating in the water.

You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.

Swallows chirping on the beam.

-You are love, warmth and hope.

You are an April day on earth.

Spring is coming

Poetry about Spring 7 1, Assembly of Spring

Just after winter,

Some are unexpectedly eager to believe in each other's flowers,

Trying to catch up with the spring rally,

For fear of being late,

Grass willow was also reported in advance.

The annual spring rally,

Who wants to miss it?

Swallows whisper,

It's Miss Chun's messenger,

Vilen put on a new green dress.

The earth is bathed in spring,

Everything is full of vitality.

The branches of the winter jasmine are covered with yellow buds.

Shake your head gently with the breeze. .

Morning glory Hua Teng is crawling around the rope.

The little green leaves at the top of the vine didn't open at all.

It's like a hand trying to catch something.

Miss Chun came to the river.

Put a furry green blanket on the river bank,

Wildflowers are dotted,

Yellow, pink, white, red and purple.

Open in the green grass.

A flock of birds are chirping,

They're nesting,

The cry seems to say:

Spring is coming! Spring is coming!

2. Spring

Spring is a colorful book.

Yellow cauliflower,

Red kapok,

Green egg-blossom trees,

White mango flower

Spring is an interesting book.

The children laughed,

Dimples are round and big;

Mom smiled,

Open your mouth wide.

Spring is a singing book.

Spring thunder rumbles,

The spring rain is ticking,

Swallows chirp,

Frogs croak,

Kids, la la la.

3. Spring ballads

Spring floats among the branches.

Spring shines among the flowers.

Spring sings in the wings of swallows.

Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.

Spring gives the western hills a green wave.

Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.

Spring brings vitality to the fields.

The ancient city in spring is charming.

Spring thunder beats drums.

Running and crying in the spring breeze.

Spring rain spreads songs.

The spring tide is as rough as waves.

A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.

A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.

Are quietly nesting.

I have an appointment with Spring.

Gentle spring,

Came into my life.

Cold ice,

This seems to be a thing of the past.

Willow is wearing a brand-new green dress.

Because she has an appointment with Spring.

The wind blows in the direction of love,

The willow is twisted,

Soft waist,

What charming lines.

Free shake

Dance to your heart's content;

Pomegranate flowers put on pomegranate skirts,

Because she has an appointment with Spring.

The wind blows in the direction of love,

Pomegranate blushes,

Laugh in the dark

The swallow put on a tuxedo.

Yao Yao is here.

Because she has an appointment with Spring.

Yan Wu,

Yan Wu,

Singing and dancing;

I came in a hurry,

Because I have an appointment with Spring.

Poetry about spring

An elegant turn

Get rid of the cold winter

A clever one

wind

Awaken mountains and rivers

A wonderful song.

Quietly warm the earth

Rich green

Spring is coming

Spring is like a messenger of love.

Sprinkle beautiful petals all over the world

With fragrant flowers

Pieces of new leaves

Write a romantic dream.

I will wait for you in spring.

In the morning, the dew is crystal clear.

Sunlight penetrates through layers of mist.

You stepped on peach blossoms all the way.

Come to the horse.

Join hands to find the awakening beauty of poetry

I will wait for you in spring.

Open the window of the soul

Warm sunshine melts into the soul.

You are wearing a soft spring breeze.

Through the warm sunshine.

Watching flowers and dancing butterflies together

Listen to the wind and rain together

I will wait for you in spring.

The sun is setting and the golden light is shining.

Reflection in the distance

You bring the sunset glow.

Lotus is a boat, and plain pen is an oar.

With you, falling into the poem

Love goes deep into ink

Write a new song.

Charming and single-minded horizon

I will wait for you in spring.

Waiting for a misty rain

Poetic rainy night

The moment I met you.

Write a poem in a drop of rain

Nian is a flower fragrance.

Ink drops with you at night.

I will wait for you in spring.

Don't ask if you want to.

I only want to meet you in a warm spring.

Take peach blossom as ink

Cai He rhymes.

Soak in a pool of spring water

Write the quiet beauty of the years

Let true love put pen to paper and bloom in poetry.

Love boiling in spring

Scoop a ladle of flower rain

Boil a bowl of red beans

Flowers bloom on strangers.

Just waiting for you to step on the incense

Poetry about Spring 9 Author: Motorcycle Ranger

The footsteps of spring

gently

Walking gently towards you

Like a breeze in my heart.

In the pan

A year's wish

The footsteps of spring

It was the river that took off its frozen coat.

I want to wake up.

Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river

Afraid again

The proverbs of spring thunder.

Humidity and breathing

sunlight

The footsteps of spring

This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.

Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.

Chunfeng wants a banquet.

Tinkling green and fluttering purple

Afraid again

Offended the sleeping soil.

That little tenderness.

light yellow

Poetry about Spring 10 Spring

Author: Mu Dan

Green flames are swaying on the grass,

He longs to hug you, flower.

Against the background of the earth, flowers bloom,

When the warm wind blows trouble or joy.

If you are awake, open the window,

Look at how beautiful this garden full of desire is.

Under the blue sky, fascinated by eternal mystery,

It's our 20-year-old closed body,

Like the song of a bird made of clay,

You are ignited, curled up, curled up, but there is nowhere to turn.

Oh, light, shadow, sound and color are all naked,

Pain, waiting for a new combination.

The poem of spring

A person's story of spring

One morning in a dense fog

Moistened the birds singing all spring.

Memories soaked in songs come from clever birds.

Hao Han Byrd holds the tears of winter.

Swallows pecked up the spring mud of rainy apricot flowers.

Build your own barriers.

It is a short spring.

It is also inevitable to leave at flowering stage.

Loyalty, Zigui's beauty of vomiting blood.

Condensed into the seeds of double suicide.

Deep in the grave of happiness

Even if it doesn't sprout.

But it also marks a limited life.

Chunguniang

Author: Ai Qing

Miss Spring is here-

Which one of you knows,

How did she get here?

I know!

I know!

She comes from the south,

I was here the other day,

The good news is,

It was the swallow who told me.

Have any of you seen it,

What does she look like?

I know!

I know!

She is a little girl,

More beautiful than me,

Two watery eyes,

A braid is so long!

She was barefoot,

Pant legs arm in arm on knees;

On her arm,

There is a striking wicker basket hanging.

She crossed the river,

Walking slowly on the beach,

She bowed her head and sang softly,

That sounds like a flowing river. ...

Seeing her appearance,

Who will be happy;

Hearing her singing,

Everyone will be happy.

In her big wicker basket,

Filled with many things—

Red flowers and green grass,

And golden seeds.

She hung flowers on the tree,

And spread the grass on the ground;

Scatter seeds in the ground,

Let them grow green seedlings.

She walked on the ridge,

The cow looked up,

The calf bounced,

The lamb bleated. ...

She came to the village,

Every family is happy,

Orchard,

Open the door to welcome guests;

Those swimming pools,

Polishing;

When Miss Chun walked by,

Look in the mirror.

All kinds of birds,

Singing all kinds of songs,

Every bird says:

"I am so happy!"

All kinds of birds,

Singing all kinds of songs,

Every bird says:

"I am so happy!"

Only those ducks,

Can't fly or sing,

They just stood there,

Flapping their wings and laughing. ...

They said, "Miss Chun,

We have been waiting for you for a long time!

I hope you came!

We can't sing, hahaha ... "