In a hurry, I don't feel that spring has passed most of the time, and I have not had time to watch the flowers of the hundred flowers, the flowers of the begonias have fallen, leaving only the bare branches of the flower handles; the willows fly over, the elm pods dance, the ground is red, it has reached the late spring season............
Twilight water farewell
Tang-Han Chun
Green, dark red rarely appears in Fengcheng, and the twilight cloud pavilion is ancient and modern.
Pedestrians do not listen to the water in front of the palace, and it is the sound of the light flowing all year round.
Flowers fly and thank you, leaves flourish, friends out of the capital, the pavilions in the twilight clouds reflect the prosperity of the imperial capital, ancient and modern feelings are in it. Those who travel far must not listen to the flowing water in front of this palace, but it is this sound that flows through the years.
Get up early in late spring
Don Gu Fei Xiong
The willow branches are dark and dripping in the morning, and the curtain is a lonely person.
The number of birds and florists is gradually falling, and the garden is always in the spring.
Strange on the twilight spring
Tang-Wu Yuanheng
The green and southern willows are like silk, and the willow warblers are late in the evening.
Where the most hurts tourists think, spring breeze in March when the flowers fall.
Late spring return to the old mountain grass hall poem
Don-Money Up
Taniguchi spring remnant yellow birds are rare, Xinyi flowers fly as many apricot blossoms as possible.
First pity under the window of the bamboo mountain, do not change the yin to wait for me to return.
The poem recounts what the poet saw and felt when he returned to his hometown in the late spring, and expressed the melancholy caused by the imminent passing of the good time of late spring. The first two sentences of the poem are written in the scene, and there are paintings in the poem; The last two sentences are lyrical and intended to be out of words. The poetry style is simple and natural, and the artistic conception is quiet and deep.
Sauvignon Blanc (Late Spring)
Don-Li Shi
Flowers fly. Fly fly.
When it rains and smokes in Gangnam in March. Loutai spring tree fans.
Double warblers. Double Swallow.
The north of the bridge is relatively crying on the south side. Pedestrians are still not returning.
A sentent in The Spring
Don - no stuffiness
Folding willow pavilion side hand heavy, river smoke and grass.
The cuckoo was puzzled and cried out to the fallen branches.
Taoyuan Remembers the Past (Late Spring)
Song-Su Shi
Hua Xu dreamed of where people were. Hear the warblers crying in the mangroves.
A few roses fragrant rain. Lonely idle household.
The warm wind does not understand the flowers. There are countless people in the film.
Upstairs look forward to the return of spring. Yerba Buena lost its way home.
Partridge Days (Late Spring)
Song-Huang Sheng
Shen ShuiXiang was half awake. The slanting sun just shines on the bamboo pavilion,
Play near the small cursive group fan, self-picked residual flower arrangement clean bottle.
Warbler turn, Swallow Dingning. The clear waves do not move the evening mountains.
The jade people only complained about the return of spring, and did not say that the acacia clouds were full of green.
More Leaky (Twilight Spring)
Song-Zhao Changqing
The sun is shining, the wind is blowing. Willow flowers fly outside the curtain.
Red is finite, green is infinite. Rain and sunshine in the path.
Intestinal knots. Parting. It was last year.
Spring twilight also, sub-rules cry. Wound spring in March.
Memories of Qin'e (Twilight Spring)
Song-Liu Kezhuang
Tourists are amazing. Green shade full of wild Fang Fei Xie.
Fonfiche. Silkworm weather, tea picking season.
The branch Du Yu cried into blood. Strange willows blow into snow.
Blow into snow. Light smoke and light rain, Gangnam in March.
Qingyu Case (Twilight Spring Travel)
Song-Liu Chenweng
No intestines can be heard to rain flowers. Shen Shen was already three more Xu.
So red that can be lived. Spring mood.
Half-life bondage. Lonely empty mountain language.
The ringing bell is not an acacia blocker. Forty is equal to five.
Gradually far away do not know He Duyu. Better to go home.
Better to go home. People on Gangnam Road.
Strange Golden Gate (Late Spring)
Song-Kang with it
Spring is late again. The wind is falling red like a scissor.
Sleep up embroidery bed fly full. Hi Nagato is half-hidden.
No matter what the intestines want to break. Listen to the double swallows between the beams.
Try to go up the small building and I won't see it. Far from the grass in front of the building.
【Zhonglu】Welcome Cyclamen - Late Spring
Yuan-Lee
Blowing red, neem flower wind, deep courtyard weeping yang light fog.
Small window idle, stop embroidery.
The curtains are heavy, and the acacia dreams are not locked.