Ancient poems of vernal equinox

Beginning of spring Yang turns, and the rain crosses the Yanhe River;

Frightened crows, the spring equinox is dry.

Seven wonders of the vernal equinox, awakening

At the spring equinox, the rain falls lightly, and the slanting wind on the Liu 'an sends guests home.

The northern season is late, and I knew there was green waist fat.

Stealing magnolia flowers, it rains at the vernal equinox, Xu Xuan

There will be light rain at half past the vernal equinox, but no one will see the branches and calendars in chaos. Looking at the horizon, the spring mountain is full of yarn. Burning people are just cold and afraid of listening to feelings. Maybe in this life, I took the grass for an outing by mistake.

Butterfly lover Ge has passed the vernal equinox and is about to leave. Thousands of torches and flowers are going to stay in spring. A clear song is correct. Where is the aftertaste going? Advise Chunchun not to talk every day. The red air is steaming. Look at the peach trees. Talented people talk more about five drums. Let's just watch the wind and rain.

Hua Tang chun zhong he

The scenery by the stream has always been the vernal equinox. Painting room misty rain dusk. Plumes of smoke came out of Shen Yi's furnace. Drunk and respectable. Dance sleeves shake back the snow, and the sound turns to clouds. How many times can the world smell? Prime Minister, don't be angry.

Tasha branch Ouyang xiu

Rainy scenery, vernal equinox weather. Let a hundred flowers blossom. Draw a pair of Liang Xinyan, and the jade cage parrot sleeps alone. Ficus pumila is against the wall, and strawberry moss is all over the floor. There are some beautiful songs in the brothel. Suddenly, old things came to my mind. I was silent and frowned.