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Spring festivals in ancient poetry

Spring festivals in ancient poetry

Time flies really fast, as if yesterday spring only came, ice and snow only melted, grass and trees sprouted, still remember the residual cold in the air, and today push open the doors and windows, but the east wind is warm, the sun melts, here and there are flowers, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms can not see, sky blue clouds white spring water green, where to go have a good mood.

Spring brings prosperity and vitality to the world, we have witnessed the spring step by step, the warmer the weather, the more flowers, the more joyful the birds chirp, and why don't we come step by step like this, and walk side by side with it? Perhaps, the festival in the spring is a platform, and each station has a different scenery, taking us and gradually walking to the depths of spring.

The first solar term of spring is LiChun. At the time of spring, it is the new spring, although from the almanac, it has come to spring, but at this time it is still cold. However, we can still perceive the news of spring through the melting snow and ice.

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

I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind was blowing green and uneven.

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

The old year has come to an end, spring has come, the frost is gradually decreasing, spring comes to the world, the first thing to know is the flowers and trees. Unconsciously, there is already a derivative in front of you, and under the east wind, the turquoise spring water ripples with the wind, as if welcoming spring! When the poet saw this scene, his heart also came alive like spring water.

Lichun represents the return of spring to the earth, the spring water is green, the grass and trees are budding, and the breath of spring is gradually dispersed, bringing a lot of liveliness and vitality to the world.

The golden shadow shakes the spring swallow obliquely, and the wooden stick gives birth to spring leaves.

The pond begins to wave in spring, and the fire is hot in early spring. The earth cows will be spring to also.

- Yuan Guanyunshi, "Qingjiang Yin Lichun"

The gold noodles on the woman's head swayed and the spring swallows were worn obliquely, and new leaves were emitted from the treetops. The spring water in the pond rippled and the temperature began to rise. The cattle used for ploughing the land in the countryside are ready to start working, and spring is really coming! The grass and trees sprouted, and they began to get busy.

Spring festivals in ancient poetry

After the spring, it is rain. The weather is warmer, the land is stiff, and it is in urgent need of a gentle drizzle to truly come alive.

Last night it rained, providence su group.

What is the most prophetic, the void grass to fight out.

--Don Mengjiao, "After the Spring Rain"

There was a spring rain last night, is it the heavens to awaken all things that are sleeping? What first heard the news of spring? Only to see the open yard, the grass scrambled to emerge tender green sprouts! A rain that seems to magically turn, and the grass is its original masterpiece!

The spring rain is falling down, so gentle, under the moisture of the spring rain, the earth glows with more vitality!

The clouds cover a thousand mountains and darkness, and the grace stains all things in spring.

Dissolve adds fine waves, dotted with wet aromatic dust.

The red washed flowers are clean, and the green willow color is new.

The agricultural affairs in the eastern suburbs are moving, and gradually a ploughman is getting faster.

- Yuan Ye Yong, "Spring Rain"

Dark clouds shrouded and countless peaks were dim. Spring rain sprinkles, everything is nourished by it, and it begins to sprout. Fine spring rain sprinkled in the rivers, ripples, sprinkled on the earth, washing away the dust. After the baptism of spring rain, the delicate red flowers are cleaner and more beautiful, and the green willow trees are more bright and eye-catching. In the eastern suburbs, farming has already begun, and farmers are busy plowing the fields and preparing for spring ploughing!

Spring festivals in ancient poetry

After the rain, the sting, a spring thunder, the world's things completely awakened, whether it is grass and trees, or animals that have been sleeping for a long time, they all began to come alive.

Old to He Kan festival things urge, put on the lights in the night suddenly rushing thunder.

With a loud thud, the dragon snake rose, and the earthworm shrimp and toad also came out.

——Song Zhang Yuangan, "The Fourteenth Day of the First Month of Jia Shu Shu

People are getting older, and where can time pass, and the festival is urging people? In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard thunder in the air. The loud thunder seemed to tell the hibernating animals that they could come out! So dragons, snakes, earthworms, shrimp and toads all ran out! The world is really buzzing!

At the time of the sting, the thunder and the spring rain fall, and the spring embraces everything with endless tenderness.

The sound of pine is like a falling waterfall in the middle of the night, and I remember sitting in Xisai without sleep.

After a drum of light thunder stings, a fine sieve of light rain falls on the plum sky.

Linliu wanted to cross the river and smiled, and the return of the guests was confused.

Cover up who knows this, a window of new green to be crying.

——Song Shu Yuexiang, "There is Huai Zhengzhong and Yanfeng Poem"

In the middle of the night, the sound of the pine forest was sounding, and I recalled that we talked freely in Xizhai and stayed up all night. After a spring thunder, it is already the season of stinging, drizzle is drifting, and plum blossoms are scattered. After saying goodbye to friends, I couldn't help but be shocked. Cover up and think deeply, who knows how I feel at this time? Only the green branches outside the window are waiting for the cuckoos, and my heart is like a green branch, looking forward to reuniting with my confidant.

Spring festivals in ancient poetry

Unconsciously, the solar terms have arrived at the spring equinox. The spring equinox is equal to the day and night, the weather is warm, and it is the brightest and most beautiful time of spring!

When the curtains are opened and the scenery is everywhere.

Look at the flowers and think about the poems, and be sad about the drinkers.

Sheri double flying swallow, spring equinox hundred warblers.

The thoughts are finally gone, or a sentiment.

——Don Kwon Tak-woo, "She-Ri and Spring Equinox"

In the early morning, the curtain is rolled up, only to see the spring light outside. When looking at the flowers, I can't help but be full of poetry, accompanied by fine wine, which naturally subtracts the sorrow of the guest house. After the society, the swallows flew in pairs, and at the spring equinox, the yellow warblers sang gracefully, and the spring light became more and more intense, and the poet missed something in the end, but he could not complain, only to enjoy the spring light, drink fine wine, and use it for recreation!

At the time of the spring equinox, the south is already full of spring and vitality, while the spring in the north has just begun.

The spring equinox rain foot drops softly, and the willow bank oblique wind brings the guests home.

Nowadays, the north is biased towards the evening, and it can be known that there is green waist fat early.

--Don Seo-hyun, "The Awakening of the Seven Extinctions of the Spring Equinox"

At the spring equinox, a fine spring rain falls, the oblique wind blows willow branches, and the distant guests return in the spring of the upper hometown. Spring in the north always comes late, but it can be known that the spring in the south at this time has long been a grass warbler flying, and a hundred flowers are competing! But the poet is very happy to be able to catch the spring in his hometown!

Spring festivals in ancient poetry

After the spring equinox, the Qingming Festival came. During the Qingming Dynasty, the weather is warmer, the scenery is clear, the spring flowers are thinner, and the greenery is stronger.

The pear blossoms are pale white and the willows are dark blue, and the flowers are full of flowers when the willows fly.

A snow plant in the east fence, life can be seen clearly.

--Song Sushi, "East Column Pear Blossom"

The pear blossoms are pale and pure, the willow trees are already rich green, and the spring light is also thick. The willows fluttered and sprinkled, and the city was full of pear blossoms. The poet leaned on the east railing with pity, looked at the pear blossoms like snow, and sighed in his heart, the prosperity of spring is fleeting, how many times in life can you see such a clear scenery? The fluttering willows are like the sprinkling of time, and the pear blossoms that fill the city will soon be sprinkled without return!

Qingming is also a time for people to walk in the green and worship their ancestors.

During the Qingming Festival, the rain is pouring, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to the apricot blossom village.

- Tang Dumu, "Qingming"

During the Qingming Festival, drizzle poured down, and the pedestrians on the road were even more worried. On the way, I met the shepherd boy and asked him where there was a liquor seller. He pointed to the distant apricot blossom village. For the poet, a pot of wine can put everything down, the spring rain is sad, and the wine can heal the wound. Apricot Blossom Village, which can temporarily allow him to get rid of it, has also become a desirable place for thousands of years.

Spring festivals in ancient poetry

The last festival of spring, the valley rain appears, spring is about to leave, and summer is a bit impatient. The greenery is the greeting gift of spring to summer, and those flowers have become the exclusive memory of spring.

The rain on the house is open, and the women in hengtang swing back to the boat.

The peach blossoms are behind the silkworm bath, and the swallows come when the bamboo shoots are smoked.

--Qing Zhu Yizun, "The Song of Mandarin Duck Lake".

It was already the rainy season in the valley, the doves on the roof were chirping, and the young girls playing in the pond came back swinging the boat. The peach blossoms have given up, and people have begun to select silkworm seeds, bamboo shoots are drawn, swallows are flying around, and there is a thriving and vibrant scene everywhere!

Gu Yu came, it was already late spring, although the hundred flowers were about to end, the peony flower, as the finale, made a grand appearance, bringing great surprises to people.

Gu Yu wash fibroin, cut into white peony.

Exotic fragrance open jade, light powder mud silver plate.

Xiao Shu Luhua is wet, and the moon is cold at night.

The family put on light makeup and leaned on Zhu Lan wordlessly.

- Tang Wang Zhenbai, "White Peony"

Gu Yu washed out the white satin and cut it into white peony flowers. White peonies are not enchanting, fragrant, stained with dew in the morning, adding to the emotion, at night under the reflection of the moonlight, there is no style. Although people at the time valued the beauty of dark peonies, poets had a special love for white peonies and appreciated them inexhaustible. And the same is true of the family, lightly combing a makeup, leaning on the Zhu lan, intently appreciating the beauty of the white peony, may want to compare, who is more beautiful in the end, right?

Time flies, the six solar terms of spring come with time, but they all leave, they are like platforms, each station, will let us see a different, but the same beautiful spring light. However, I have not seen enough, I have to hurriedly drive to the next station, one stop after another, seeing that the spring light is thick, but it is gradually thinning, we have reached the depths of spring, but also to the end of spring, leaving a lot of beautiful, pleasant memories, really reluctant, but also really can not stay! Don't be sad, see you again next year, the scenery is the same, I hope people are also good.

-Author-

Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.

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