The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. —— Su Shi's "Evening Scene of the Spring River in Huichong"

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? ——Wang Anshi's "Mooring on Guazhou"

The spring scenery is so full that the garden cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ——Ye Shaoweng's "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will appear in spring. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents Outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"

The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is rich. ——Li Bai's "Qingping Diao·Part 1"

The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. ——Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"

It's easy to recognize the east wind, and it's always spring when it's colorful. ——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. ——Bai Juyi's "Three Poems on Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. —— Wang Zhihuan's "Two Poems from Liangzhou·Part 1"

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so bad that he can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. —— Meng Jiao "After Enrollment"

Things are different and people are not the same, everything is over. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"

Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"

The flowers in the forest withered the spring reds in a hurry. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·The Forest Flowers Withered in Spring"

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy in the official city. ——Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night"

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. ——Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou"

On a February day, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the willows brush the embankments and are intoxicated by the spring smoke. —— Gao Ding's "Village Living"