Du Fu

In the spring, the lettuce was cooked in a spring dish, and suddenly I remembered when the plum blossoms were in Beijing.

set out the white jade in the high door, and pass the vegetables to the hands to send the green silk.

Du Ling's long-distance visitors are deeply saddened by those eyes in Wuxia Hanjiang River.

I don't know my destination, so I'm calling for a poem.

When the poet lived in Kuizhou, the time was about two years in Dali (767), which was only a few years after the Anshi Rebellion. The author recalls the peaceful "prosperous times" in previous years and the beautiful scenes of beginning of spring Day in two capitals from the spring festival in front of him, but the reality at present is that he is wandering in a foreign land, and it is difficult to determine his whereabouts. Facing the Wuxia River, a river of spring water is rolling in. In addition to sadness, I had to "call for paper" and send my grief and indignation to my pen.

Bai Juyi

When it comes to spring, the whip hangs out and the cymbals are forbidden.

two people talk hand in hand, and see the mountain from ten miles away.

the willow color is yellow and shallow, and the hydrology is new and green.

the scenery is good in the evening, and the cars and horses are near the south.

smile and look after each other, and the gulls and herons will not fly.

This poem records the day in beginning of spring, when Bai Juyi met Mr. Qian, and it happened to be a sunny spring. So they met and traveled together, and saw that the willows had just sprouted light yellow buds. The ripples in the water were so fresh and gave off the unique green color of early spring. At this point, the worldly distractions disappeared, and they all relaxed and looked after each other for a long time.

Five Days after beginning of spring

Bai Juyi

Five days after beginning of spring, spring was full of grace.

the day is getting longer and longer, and the blue clouds are falling.

jade pieces with residual ice, and red ones in the new calyx.

I am happy when I meet things, and I am not alone in loving spring.

after welcoming the fragrance, sit on the front eaves.

I'm still disappointed and want to leave stove fire.

This poem is about the last five days of beginning of spring, and the spring forms are numerous, light and soft. The sun is getting longer and longer, and the clouds in the sky are so low that they will fall. The author believes that I am not the only one who loves spring. Although I love spring, I am also a little disappointed.

"Hope" is the spring in Zhang Jiuling.