The wheat seedlings are green, the sun is shining, the willows and peach blossoms are sprouting, and the warm wind is blowing.

Drizzle moistens insects, and Ziyan returns to her lair.

At first, thunder started to urge farming, and the machines in the field shook the blue sky.

Dream of a new picture of a well-off society, spring blossoms and people are diligent at the beginning of the year.

2. Antique, third.

Wei Yuanming

When it rained in mid-spring, it began to thunder in the east corner.

Everyone is lurking, and everything is suitable.

Yan, the new arrival, both of them came into my house.

The first nest is still there, and Xiang will return to his former residence.

Since the separation, the door has been deserted;

My heart is solid. What's your opinion?

3. Yi Quexing and Zhu

Tangjiadao

The mysterious bird has a public mother, and the spring thunder is not only shocking.

The yellow river mud in your mouth is empty.

Mix stayed home all night, leaving all the chickens behind.

Double finches embrace righteousness, eat and eat.

Chickens are flying and clouds are chirping.

Although the sparrow is small, it is ashamed and sincere.

It is difficult for a bird to express itself, but thanks to the master's book.

4. Qin Louyue

Fan Song Chengda

Gather. Light ray was slightly startled at first.

The first shock. Storks and pigeons are angry, and the wind is urgent.

The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet.

Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.

5. Bodhisattva Man Chun was born in Han Jie, Song Xiao.

The troubles of spring come and go. It seems that people are drunk and it is difficult to wake up.

Misty rain is wet and dry. Apricot blossoms shock the cold.

Spit and knock on the pot. Never call anyone.

I owe you more clothes tonight. Does that man know?