What are the verses about the vernal equinox in ancient poems about the vernal equinox?

Ancient poems about the vernal equinox

1. "Spring Equinox" Changqing

The sun and the moon Yang and Yin are balanced in the sky, and the black bird does not hesitate to peach blossoms.

It has always been the day when chickens were put up, and the good man in Kawakami was flying kites.

2. "Qijue·Awakening"

The rain falls softly on the vernal equinox, and the slanting wind from the willow bank brings the guests home.

The season is late in the north, which shows that there is green waist fertilizer early.

3. "Qijue·Spring Equinox" (Zuohe River)

The warm wind and thunderous drums enter mid-spring, and the catkins and peach branches are new day by day.

When the golden sun shines on the equator, day and night are equally divided.

4. "Stealing Magnolias·Spring Equinox Rain"

The sky is about to start drizzling with light rain, but the flowers on the branches are in chaos.

Looking across the horizon, the spring mountains are covered with veils of light.

Jiao people are just worried about the cold, and they are afraid that they will not listen to their feelings when asking for divination.

Perhaps in this life, I mistakenly outgrew the grass from my previous life.

5. "Spring Equinox Day" by Xu Xuan of the Tang Dynasty

On the fourth day of February, the spring equinox is in the middle.

The moon lingers in the green fields, and the clouds are intermittent on sunny days.

The swallows are still flying, and the flowers have fallen one after another.

The woman I miss is in a high-rise building late at night, and my singing cannot be heard.

6. "Snow after the Spring Equinox in Guichou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The snow is rare in the spring equinox, and the half-open peaches and plums are invincible.

I should be ashamed to see plum blossoms on the ground, but catkins are flying all over the sky.

I don’t know whether Dongjun specializes in things, so he will send new tricks to Yinji.

Nowadays, creation is especially unpredictable, and it is necessary to keep the royal wax clothes to keep warm.

What are the poems about the Spring Equinox?

1. I always blow my sleeves to the tall buildings, and the autumn breeze is not as good as the spring breeze. ——Wang Jian's "Weiyang Wind"

2. There are thousands of purple hates and red sorrows, and the spring breeze blows into them. —— Shen Gu's "Lady Folding Flowers"

3. On the fourth day of February, the spring scenery is in the middle. The moon lingers in the green fields, and the clouds are intermittent on sunny days. The swallows are still flying, and the flowers are already falling. It's late at night when I miss my wife in a high-rise building, and I can't hear her singing. ——"Vernal Equinox Day" by Xu Xuan of the Tang Dynasty

4. There is no day when flowers are red without the spring breeze. ——Yang Wanli's "Twelve Year Rose"

5. The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is rich. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao"

6. The scenery is rainy and the weather is vernal equinox. Thousands of flowers bloom brightly. Liang Xinyan is painted in pairs, and the parrot in the jade cage sleeps alone and sad.

7. The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grasses"

8. The snowman is rare in the spring equinox, and the half-open peaches and plums are not powerful. I should be ashamed to see plum blossoms fall to the ground, but catkins are flying all over the sky. Regardless of whether Dongjun specializes in things, he will send new tricks to Yinji. From now on, creation is particularly unpredictable, and the royal wax clothes must be left to keep warmer - "Snow after the Spring Equinox in Guichou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

9. The small building returns to the swallow and it is dusk. Loneliness locks the high door. Light wind and drizzle, cherishing the flowers, the spring equinox. There is no thread in the painting hall, the crimson wax is first burned, and the tents cover the remaining smoke. The passionate and resentful king and grandson. Ren Baoxing

10. Never dislike the love of autumn, and complain more in the spring breeze. ——Xu Bi's "Hibiscus on the Pond after the Rain"

11. Listen carefully to Du Yu's cry in the spring mountain, each sound is a farewell poem. ——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha", Yi Congjun. ——"Youth Travel" Du Anshi

12. The scenery by the stream has reached the vernal equinox. The painting hall is misty and rainy at dusk. A wisp of furnace smoke sinks into the water. Drunk to the fullest. The dancing sleeves flutter back to the snow, and the singing voice lingers in the clouds. How many times can one smell it in the human world. Prime Minister, stop being angry. ——Zhong Bing's "Hua Tang Chun"

13. The afternoon naps are becoming more and more thick like wine, and the youth has passed into the hands of Dongjun. ——Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty, "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"

14. But the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, and blows hospitality into my hands. ——Yang Juyuan's "He Lian Xiu Cai Willow"

15. The sky is about to drizzle in the middle of spring, and who knows that the flowers on the branches are in chaos. Looking to the end of the world, the spring mountains are veiled everywhere. Jiao people are just worried about light cold, and they are afraid that they will not listen to their feelings when asking for divination. Perhaps in this life, I mistakenly outgrew the grass from my previous life. ——"Stealing Magnolias·Spring Equinox and Rain"