Willow (He Zhizhang)

The jasper is made into a tree,

Ten thousands of threads of green silk are hanging down.

I don't know who cuts the leaves,

February spring breeze is like scissors.

Ancient Poems about Spring 2

The Joyful Rain on Spring Nights (Du Fu)

The good rain knows the time of the year,

when the spring is happening.

With the wind, the rain falls into the night,

and moistens things silently.

The path is dark with clouds,

and the fire on the riverboat is bright.

When I look at the red wet place,

The flower is heavy in Jin Guan Cheng.

Ancient Poems about Spring 3

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei)

Osmanthus blossoms fall at leisure,

The night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

The moonrise startles the mountain birds,

singing in the spring stream.

Ancient Poems about Spring 4

Ching Ming (Du Mu)

The rain falls at the time of the Qingming Festival,

and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where can I find a tavern,

The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village.

Ancient Poetry about Spring 5

The Peach Blossoms at the Da Lin Temple (Bai Juyi)

The peach blossoms are in full bloom at the mountain temples in April, and the peach blossoms at the mountain temples are in full bloom at the end of the month of April.

The peach blossoms in the mountain temples are in full bloom.

Ancient Poems about Spring 6

Late Spring (Han Yu)

The grass knows that spring is not long to return,

A hundred kinds of reds and purples fight with the fragrance.

Yanghua and elm pods have no talent,

but the snow flies in the sky.

Ancient Poetry about Spring 7

Early Spring: Presenting to Zhang XVIII of the Water Ministry (Han Yu)

Small rains in the sky are as moist as crisp, and the color of the grass is not visible from afar.

This is the most favorable year of spring,

and it is the best time to see the willow and the smoke all over the capital.

Ancient Poems about Spring 8

Spring Xing (Wu Yuanheng)

The willow is in the shade and the rain is fine,

The broken flowers are all gone, and you can see the warbler.

The spring breeze blows the dream of my hometown overnight,

Again the spring breeze comes to Luocheng. Ancient Poetry about Spring 9

The Question of the South Village of the Capital City (Cui Gu)

Last year today in this gate,

The peach blossoms on the face of the people reflect each other in red.

I don't know where the face has gone,

the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.