What does spring look like? Some people say that spring is the brightest, some people say that spring is the most gentle, some people say that spring is the most exquisite, and some people say that spring is the most freehand...
Perhaps, the spring in everyone's eyes is different. At different times, in different places, spring is more colorful and never monotonous. As long as we talk about spring, we will have a lot of pictures in our minds. Spring, let people not hesitate to praise, just worry that the rhetoric is not rich enough, can not be the beauty of spring is well described and depicted.
Spring, first of all, is fresh and elegant, as if the little girl who has not yet grown, even makeup will not be put on, but it is full of aura and vitality.
The poet Qingjing is in the new spring, and the green willow is only yellow and half uneven.
If you stay in the forest like flowers, go out to see the flowers.
--Tang Yang Juyuan, "Early Spring in Chengdong"
The poet likes the fresh scenery of the New Year the most, the willow trees sprout, the goose yellow is delicate, only a few points, as if it has not been evenly applied. If you wait until the time when the flowers in Shanglin Garden are blooming, although the spring light is very strong, there are too many people who go out to see the flowers, bustling, I don't know whether to look at the flowers or look at people.
Spring is also hazy, a little rain, let the spring color if there is nothing, like a dream.
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but not there.
The most is the benefit of spring of the year, which is better than the smoke and willow full of imperial capital.
- Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Eighteen Members Outside"
The streets of Chang'an are full of light rain, and the rain is moist and delicate like milk. The grass had only just burrowed out of the ground, and the grass was faintly colored in the distance, but when it was looked closely, it was not. This is the best time of spring, but it is more moving than the spring when smoke willows envelop the capital!
Spring is quiet, peaceful, and full of vitality, which is joyful.
Deeper moon color half home, big dipper dry south dipper.
Tonight I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
--Tang Liu Fangping, "Moonlit Night"
The night was already deep, the moon was tilted to the west, and the moonlight like water enveloped half of the people's homes, and the other half was in the shadows. In the silence of all the people, the poet has sensed the warm spring, and the sound of chirping insects has reached the house for the first time this spring through the window screens covered by green! The air is warm, but the sound of spring insects is clear, and in the quiet spring night, the poet's heart is full of spring.
Spring is gentle, so tender that it hurts, every flower makes people pity, and every inch of time is precious.
Overnight, the thunder fell on the silk, and the light floated and the wabi was jagged.
There are sentient peonies with spring tears, and there is no power to rise to lie on the branches.
--Song Qinguan, "Spring Day"
A soft thunder sounded, and the spring rain fell finely. After the rain, the sun shines on the green tiles that have just been washed by the rain, and the light and shade are uneven. After the spring rain, the peony medicine seems to contain spring tears, tender pulses, and the weak branches of the rose lie horizontally, delicate and pitiful. The spring flowers with rain and the bright sunshine are really beautiful.
Spring is quiet again, as if the world is so big that only the seasons themselves remain.
The lonely grass is born on the side of the stream, and there are yellow orioles on the deep tree song.
The spring tide brings rain to the evening, and the wild ferry has no one to cross itself.
--Tang Weiyingwu, "Xijian in Chuzhou"
The poet is particularly fond of the herbs that grow by the stream, which exude a sense of humor in this countryside. In the tall and dense trees, there is the chirping of yellow oriole birds, but you may not be able to find it. In the evening, the spring water is flooded, the rain is pouring, and the water in the west stream is becoming more and more turbulent. There are no pedestrians at the wilderness crossing, only a small boat leisurely across the water, following the ripples of the spring water. The ship doesn't look like a cradle, and the sound of the water waves doesn't look like a lullaby?
Spring is cool, but it is not cold, such a cool, there is nothing to worry about.
The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging on willow bay, and the middle of the mountain looks in the mirror.
Lanxi three days of peach blossom rain, carp came to the beach in the middle of the night.
--Don Dai Shulun, "The Song of Lanxi"
A crescent moon with a thin eyebrow hangs over Willow Bay, the air is cool and pleasant, and the mountain colors of Yuezhong are reflected in the horizontal mirror-like Blue Creek, which is particularly moving. Peach blossoms have bloomed, Lanxi has rained for three consecutive days, the stream rises, in the middle of the night, carp in order to compete for new water, have poured into the shoal, this quiet spring night, like their paradise!
At first, spring seemed to be a simple color or two, but people also knew that spring was coming.
The law returns to the late years with less frost, and the grass and trees in the spring are known to the world.
But I feel that the business in front of me is full, and the east wind blows water and green.
--Song Zhang Yu, "Li Chun Even Cheng"
Spring is coming, the weather is gradually warming, the frost is not completely melted, but it is gradually thinning, spring comes to the world, grass and trees are the first to know. I just feel that there is a piece of vitality in front of me, the east wind blows, the spring water swings up turquoise, look at the green color, just like the color of grass and trees!
But in the spring, it is a thousand purples and thousands of reds, and the colors are too many to count. Spring is a huge palette, the flowers are free to make the color they want, you have your elegance, I have my brilliance, a brain to move out, more beautiful than anyone else.
Katsuri looking for the Surabaya waterfront, the boundless scenery is new for a while.
Waiting for idleness to recognize the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.
- Song Zhuxi, "Spring Day"
The wind and the sun are beautiful, the poet searches for spring on the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery seems to be renewed and full of life. Everyone can see the appearance of spring, under the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, the view is inexhaustible, this is the most lively and charming spring.
Spring is bright, like a brightly colored painting, and as soon as it unfolds, people can't take their eyes off it.
Jiangnan is good, the scenery used to be familiar, the sunrise river flowers are red to win the fire,
The spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Gangnam?
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Remembering Jiangnan"
For the lyricist, Jiangnan is the most beautiful, he has long been familiar with the scenery of Jiangnan, and he has become more and more fascinated. When the sun comes out, under a round of red sun, the flowers by the river are red like fire, and after the spring returns, the turquoise spring water reflects the blue sky, the river flowers are red, the river water is turquoise, the contrast is sharp, but it is incomparably harmonious, how can people forget it?
Spring is warm, spring returns to the earth, and the sunshine has become a regular visitor, which is friendly.
The late sun is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and herbs.
The mud melts the swallows, and the sand warms the sleeping mandarin ducks.
--Tang DuFu's "Absolute Sentence"
The spring wind is beautiful, the landscape is beautiful, and the spring wind brings the fragrance of flowers and grasses. The swallows flying in the air are busy nesting in the mud, and on the warm beach, a pair of Mandarin ducks are resting comfortably, as if drunk in the spring. The weather is warmer, and even the happiness of animals is rising.
Spring is also lively, and people can often hear the messengers of spring, showing their singing voices to the fullest.
Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressed low.
The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warblers cry at ease.
——Tang Dufu, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
The flowers of Huang Siniang's house were all open, and even the roadside was crowded, and the thousands of flowers were countless, pressing the branches of the flowers and hanging low. Such a beautiful scenery not only attracted poets, but also attracted butterflies to fly non-stop, around, reluctant to leave, and the yellow warblers were also overwhelmed by this beauty, issuing a crisp and gentle song. The spring of Huang Siniang's family is indeed full of vitality and liveliness.
Spring is amiable, approachable, and without a little shelf.
The ancient wood yin is tied to a short canopy, and the staff helps me cross the east of the bridge.
Wet apricot blossom rain, blowing noodles do not chill willow wind.
--Song Monk Zhinan, "Absolute Sentence"
Tying up a boat under a dense ancient tree, the poet walked slowly across the east of the bridge on crutches to watch the enchanting spring light. The apricot blossoms are blooming, the spring rain is fine, stained with clothes, as if to be close to people, but it is not soaked, the east wind blows, there is no chill at all, and the green branches of the willows sway gently in the wind, as if welcoming the return of spring!
Spring is full of hope, but it is also vicissitudes.
Thousands of warblers cry green and red, and shuicun mountain guo wine flag wind.
Four hundred and eighty temples in the south, how many buildings in the smoke and rain.
——Tang Dumu, "Jiangnan Spring, Thousand Miles of Warblers Crying Green and Red"
Thousands of miles south of the river, everywhere warbling songs and swallow dances, green trees and red flowers, villages near the water, cities in the mountains, there are always wine flags displayed, attracting guests. Once in the Southern Dynasty, there were countless temples, incense and fire, so lively. Now everything has become the clouds of the past, only some pavilions and pavilions are left, full of vicissitudes, standing silently in the smoke and rain, letting the spring light come and go!
Spring, never only one side, but every side, is so beautiful, so intoxicating! It's like a girl with a thousand faces, always surprising people, never getting bored. Let us go into the spring, to appreciate the changing beauty of spring, to merge with spring, to feel the warmth and warmth of this season, and to face the wind and rain with it, to meet the sun, and to go forward with joy!
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.