Spring is budding, and in the bright spring light, the warm sun spreads out to the heavens and the earth. The spring breeze makes people inevitably feel tired. The spring sleep in poetry, the ancients even slept so poetic!
Spring dawn
Don Meng Haoran
Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are smelled everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night, how much flowers fall.
Spring Sleep
Don-Bai Juyi
The pillow was warmed up and stable, and the door tent of the sunshine room was not opened.
There is also the smell of juvenile spring, which comes to dreams from time to time.
Jiang Xing - One
Don-Fish Mystery
The river hugs Wuchang obliquely, and the former households of Parrot Island are ten thousand families.
The painting ship spring sleep is not enough, and dreams for butterflies to find flowers.
Letter pen on the table
Song-Lee Mi-sun
Spring sleep does not feel the wind at night, and the peach calyx is still not exhausted.
Sad little lake and mountain road, with clouds and rain at night.
Then give the willow branch word two
Song-Han Qi
The wind of the Qujiang River is warm and the shade is oblique, and the green color is suitable for the car.
Since the spring sleep has not yet risen, the sun is high and the people are sleepy and flying flowers.
Kasuga
Ming-An Lin Gong
The rain is fragrant and the wind is moving.
The ghost bird sounded four or five times, saying that it was a dream of breaking spring sleep.
Spring sleep
Ming-Zhang Tai
Spring sleep is still worth the first drinking, Nai Ke Liang Yan two three.
Where the good dreams come and go, the flowers fall and the wind and rain fill the south of the river.
In the rain of the year, I see the second rhyme
Ming-Sun Zuo
The pen end of the river waves store clouds and smoke, and the new poems of Ai Ru are passed on.
For the sake of the newspaper guests, the flowers and birds call for spring sleep every day.
Wuling Jingshe
Ming-Yue Dai
The rain has fallen deeply, and the spring sleep is lazy.
Looking up at the clouds of the western mountains, there is no mountain temple.
Rigao overheard the bell and scattered the clouds.
Up
Master Ming-Shinan
Su Yu He Shan rested, and spring sleep refused to wake up.
Yan came to the old household, and the flowers fell from the empty court.
Lead the horizontal fish swamp, burn incense around the screen.
There is nothing else to do in the fast, and a few lines of scripture are idly written.
Red jujube seeds - message brewed flower wind day good
Qing-Naranjande
Surprise the leak, protect the spring sleep. Extra pampered only self-pity.
Send a message to the brewing flower wind day is good, green window to come with the strings.