Ping Ping Shu Shu Chun Love

Yan Yan flew in and asked where the spring was, only the pond was self-green.

--Song Jiang Kui, "Pale Yellow Willow, Empty City Xiaojiao"

Chant a song word, spring comes in front of you.

Time and season, the sense of foreshadowing is the poet.

--Don Bai Juyi, "New Autumn Joy and Coolness"

Countless literati and inkers have a special love for "spring", leaving behind many poems that are red and red, and are full of wonders and glory. Let us bathe in the splendor of spring light, follow the ink fragrance of the poet, and enjoy the bright spring light!

Extremely distant, everywhere, Guanqiao Wild Pond.

Positive apricot cheeks low, tim ta beautiful;

The willows are light and the yile is light.

Embroidered socks are picked, Luo skirts can be chosen, and small picks of affection may also be good.

The wind is very windy, the pink wall is low, and it is yellow.

——Qing Chen Weisong, "Qinyuan Chun Yong Cauliflower"

The willow wind and the apricot blossom rain opened the journey of spring, and the March day on earth opened her wonderful and gorgeous plot. Walk into the ocean of spring: grass light green, willow goose yellow, apricot pollen, peach blossom red, spring flowers yellow and bright, magnolia flowers white, flying kites, green wheat seedlings, spring color.

The spring breeze rises day and night, blowing green day by day.

- Tang Mengjiao, "Lianzhou Yin"

The spring wind is the messenger of winter to spring, and the most understanding of spring. It smiled, the earth woke up, the sun was shining, and the mountains suddenly became charming. The young shoots of the branches open their sleepy eyes, and everything is revived.

The law returns to the late years with less frost, and the grass and trees in the spring are known to the world.

--Song Zhang Yu, "Li Chun Even Cheng"

Under the spring breeze, the grass crept out of the ground, revealing a bud of new green, so small, so delicate. "The grass color is close but nothing", the mischievous shallow grass, the probe probe brain and the poet caught the mystery.

The spring breeze can be too busy, and the long lace willow is a layman.

With the swallow as mud bees to make honey, only to blow a little rain and must be sunny.

--Song Fangyue, "Spring Thoughts"

The spring wind blows through the fields, the ground is rising, the wildflowers are dotted, the flowers bloom and fall, all over the mountains, and the bees and butterflies are flocking to the field.

The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, and it will be prosperous as soon as it arrives.

--Qing Yuan Ming, "Spring Wind"

The spring wind is a Danqing magic hand, splashing ink, the creatures lurking in the mountains and rivers are jumping up, and everything is "full", adding a lot of vitality and vitality to the silent mountains and rivers and fields.

Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent.

--Tang Dufu, "Happy Rain on Spring Nights"

Spring is the beginning of hope and beauty, rain is the spirit of this season, spring rain delicately moisturizes everything in the world, she quietly washes the sky blue, transparent, obliquely weaves out infinite love silk. Gently and slowly, it is whispering, whispering, full of tenderness, like a lingering "Raining Bells". The spring rain that is as moist as crisp falls, the land is crisp, and the people are also moistened, and we inadvertently pour into the embrace of spring.

A spring rain is a little green, and everywhere you look, it seems that it has been lit up by green full of life overnight. A touch of new green is a small order, gently chanted, like a melodious, green, feminine and colorful. A plump spring has arrived!

The spring water is green, and the flat embankment reflects the green poplars.

The fields are irrigated, and the gulls and birds roam together.

Put the bait in the air, and the floating cup is the longest.

The evening wind blows a fine wave, still sending off the fragrance.

--Song Guo Xiangzheng, "Spring Water"

Spring is overflowing, and spring water is like a mirror. The "jagged vegetables" in the stream, a bush, a fluff, "left and right flow" (pre-Qin "Guan Ju"); green oil, crisp and raw.

Spring rain is enough to dye a stream of new green.

- Don Wei zhuang, "Gurudwara Golden Gate"

Swimming fish travel through the water, through the algae, through the laughter of spring water. Flocks of small tadpoles snuggle in the water and grass by the stream, constantly dancing their bodies, like the unique black flowers in spring waiting to bloom, maverick, noble and elegant, quietly singing beautiful spring songs, grateful for the care of spring.

Peach blossoms on both sides of the river, a stream of spring water, as if there is no way to remember the immortal source.

--Yuan Ling Yunhan, "Su Wu Slow drunken idle chant"

The clear blue water under the willow trees, the tender green color seems to have been dyed. A few pieces of withered peach blossoms, about the figure of the ancient Nanpu separately shone in this gentle and quiet spring water, and the thick thoughts filled this babbling stream of spring water.

Green window spring sleep is late,

Whoever evoked, the warbler outside the window chirped.

--Yuan Hu Qi, "Yang Chun Qu Chun Jing"

Han Yu said in the "Preface to Sending Meng Dongye": "It is the reason that birds sing spring, thunder sing summer, insects sing autumn, and wind sing winter." Spring is hidden in the sound of birdsong. Spring birds sing, like pulling homely words: loud highs, whirlwind bass, whispering, playful and noisy, noisy and chaotic. It is a bright and beautiful Yangchun song.

Warblers and dancing swallows, small bridges flowing red.

- Yuan Baipu, "Tianjing Sha Chun"

Birdsong is always uninvited, and there are bird footprints and songs everywhere.

Rain and smoke in the sound of the sub-rules.

--Song Weng vols. "Rural April")

Cuckoo Feifei advised early ploughing.

- Qing Yao Nai, "Mountain Walk"

The magpies on the branches chirped, a loud singing voice, praising spring. The purple swallow holds the spring mud, and the wings scratch the ripples of spring water, murmuring through, hurrying to make a new nest, and bringing a spring.

Outside the spring rain of the Ten Thousand Green Mountains, several yellow birds in the twilight forest.

--Ming Xu Fuyuan, "Yang Zhijiang Yinzhang Beckons to Drink East Lake"

Bird song "chirping" is the gentle and flexible movement of spring, flat and flat, up and down, singing the fragrant wind of spring, singing a naïve, haunting, fragrant song to the mountains and wild land.

The old cow also relieved Shao Guanggui and did not wait for the whip to raise his hooves

——Zang Kejia, "Old Scalper"

At this time in the fields, industrious farmers were already busy in the fields, preparing for the cultivation of spring. In the long moo of the cattle, the polished plough ploughed a new ridge of hope, and on the flattened fields, seeds were planted between the lines of March, and a stubble of desire sprouted.

The wheat around the village is lush, and the soft mulberry is full of strangers.

--Song Luyou, "Idle Verse"

Spring planting and autumn harvest are the concerns of the villagers, precious and short spring light, can not be passed away, can not leave some regrets for the golden autumn. In the melodious and crisp willow flute to sow seeds, to sprout, to bloom, to fullness; spring is people's eternal hope. The busy sounds of spring converge into a poetic and elegant harvest romance.

Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.

- Qing Gaoding, "Village Residence"

In the sunny days of March, people call on friends and companions, help the elderly and children, go out of their homes, go to the countryside, step on the green, play on the swing, fly kites, chase happiness in the play, let go of dreams, and taste family affection.

Outside the lake, red flowers idle white flowers, lakeside swimmers stay in the incense car.

The swing is chaotic against the flowers, and the bow is lonely and tall with a high willow with an oblique slope.

--Song Zhang Shunmin, "Spring Day in the East Lake"

The red and white flowers on the shore of the lake are blooming, emitting a faint fragrance. The women swimming by the lake, the swings in the flowers, the "bow" flying into the air, reflecting the sloping willow belt, are particularly lively.

Several huts, a collection of 10,000 volumes, thrown into the old village home.

What's going on in the mountains? Pine blossom sake, spring water sencha.

——Yuan Zhang Kejiu, "The Full Moon and the Book of the Mountains"

Encounter the fragrance of spring, a pot of new tea and a pot of spring.

Bai Juyi wrote the verse "Leave the dumplings and cold porridge, and boil green tea by fire" ("SendIng Wei Shi yu to degrade The Pious State on the Day of the Qingming Dynasty").

Su Shi Yiyun "and will try new tea with new fire, poetry and wine to take advantage of the years" ("Wangjiangnan Chaoran Taizuo").

Night rain cut spring leeks, new cooking room yellow sorghum》

--Tang DuFu, "Gifting the Eight Virgins"

The scent of spring also has leeks. After the sting, the snow and ice melt and everything recovers. The purple-red rhizomes of the leeks have quietly burrowed out of the ground, and a cluster of tender yellow leaves has emerged, just like the green clothes flower dan water sleeves dancing softly.

There are verses in the Book of Poetry that read, "Na Yu Ling Yin" and "Sacrifice the Lamb to Sacrifice the Leek" (Pre-Qin ShiJing July).

Ancient sacrifices were solemn and sacred, and leeks could be used with lambs to worship ancestors, which is enough to explain its status on the tip of the tongue of the ancients. The sweet aroma of scrambled eggs with roots like white jade, emerald leaves, and fresh and delicious leeks accompanied me to grow happily. The rich spicy smell penetrated into my bone marrow, flowed in my blood, and solidified on my taste buds.

Every day I think about it, and I forget to return in the spring.

- Song Lu You, "Eating Grass"

The aroma of spring is also delicious and wild game - cabbage. The agricultural proverb says, "Eat the cabbage, the vegetables are not fresh." The snow had just melted and the cabbage had broken ground. Grown in pairs on the banks of rivers and in wheat fields, delicate and tender, watery. Clusters of new green, full of meaning and poetry, make people want to taste it at a glance.

The cauliflower flowers are raining and not sunny, and the Zhangjiang tobacco willows are worrying.

There is no money to buy Dongfeng drunk, self-written Tang poems for a spring.

——Song Zhenghui, "Yuzhang Guest House"

In the spring when the cabbage is in full bloom, the fields are green, digging wild vegetables, chanting ancient poems about the cabbage, and walking with poetry is a rare experience of the joy of primitive life.

Spring comes to the street, and the spring rain is as fine as silk.

The spring field is full of red apricots, and the spring swallow dances with the wind.

Spring flags are thin and spring, and spring is a little spring lamp.

Since the spring heart is chaotic, non-dry spring dreams have no basis.

--Wudai Ouyang Jiong, "Qing Ping Le"

Spring is in the branches, spring is among the flowers, and spring is in people's hearts. The scenery of spring is the duck prophet who shouted a few times in Su Shi's Spring River plumbing "Quack", the apricot blossom spring rain that The shepherd boy in Du Mu's poem refers to, and the spring wind of Mei Yaochen's "cutting the willow first and then the apricot peach" ("Dongcheng Sending Transport to Ma Cha Yuan"), gently cutting out the green wings for the spring and gently pushing open the door of the spring. A few Tang poems, a few Song poems, a few Yuan songs, and a few songs are closely related to spring.

Dongfeng tried a new knife ruler, and Wanye Qianhua cut it with one hand.

--Song Huangshu, "Exploring Spring"

Coiled under the spring sun.

Willow can hear the yellow oriole language, which is the first sound of spring.

- Yuan Yang Zai, "To the Beijing Division"

Look, a few flowers have bloomed, a few leaves have turned green, the flowers are shadowy, and the warblers are jumping.

Li Bai said in "Spring Night Feast from the Garden of Di Tao":

Yang Chun summoned me to smoke scenes, large pieces of fake me to articles.

Yes, the scenery of spring is full of colors, the poetry is haunting, the mountains, villages, streams, and people's homes, the green wheat fields and the golden canola flower skirts are combined, and the countryside is cut into a canvas of green and yellow, and a heartwarming spring ink danqing unfolds...

-Author-

Zhu Shaohua, a native of Junan County, is a senior middle school teacher. Loves to write. Teaching papers, prose essays, poems, paper cuttings and other works have been published in many newspapers and online platforms. He has won many awards in the Essay contest and online literature competition.