1, I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

2, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. (Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty).

3. The garden can't be caged in spring, and an almond comes out of the wall.

4, wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind. (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Fu De Gu Yuan Cao Farewell").

5. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn (Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers" in Song Dynasty).

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

1, Chunxiao:

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere.

Bird but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

2. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night:

Good rain knows the season, and when spring happens.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river boat is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City.

3, the garden is not worth it:

Perhaps the owner is worried that my wooden shoes trample on his precious moss, and gently tap on chai men, for a long time no one will open.

But this spring of spring, after all, is not to be caged, you see, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

4. Give the ancient grass a farewell

Author: Bai Juyi? (Tang)

The long grass is so lush, every year the autumn and winter withered grass to the grass color thick. Wildfire cannot burn it out, and spring wind's blow can bring it back to life.

Wild grass wild flowers spread over the ancient road, the end of the grass under the sun is your journey. Once again, I sent my intimate friends, the thick grass represents my deep feeling.

5. Be kind to farmers

In spring, as long as sowing the next seed, autumn can harvest a lot of food.

Under heaven there is no waste of heaven and earth, and the labouring peasants are still starved to death.

6. Chanting willow

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

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