Xin Qiji's poem describing spring

Manjianghong·Late Spring Ci brand name: Manjianghong|Dynasty: Song Dynasty|Author: Xin Qiji lives in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Qingming Festival is cold food. In the flower path, there is a lot of wind and rain, and a lot of chaos. The red and pink darkness drifts away with the flowing water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense. Counting the years, all the eryngium flowers will fall away, and it will be cold and powerless.

The courtyard is quiet and empty. There is nothing to talk about, and I am extremely sad. Afraid of wandering orioles and sucklings, I learned the news. Wherever Chi Su came from, there is still no trace of the colorful clouds. If you are embarrassed to teach people, you will go up to the upper floor to be flat and flat.

Han Palace Spring · Beginning of Spring Ci brand name: Han Palace Spring | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Xin Qiji Spring has returned, look at the curling spring streamers on the heads of beauties. Unexpected wind and rain have failed to absorb the remaining cold. When I was a swallow, I expected to dream of the West Garden tonight. It's still unclear, yellow mandarin oranges recommend wine, and green leeks are piled on the plate?

But I laughed at the east wind, and from then on the plum blossoms and willows were stained, and I had no time to spare. When I am free, I come to the mirror again and my beauty changes. I am constantly worried, and I ask who can solve the chain? I'm afraid that if I see the flowers blooming and falling, I will stop the geese and return them first.

Die Lian Hua·Wu Shen Yuan Day, written during the spring banquet. Title of the poem: Die Lian Hua | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Xin Qiji. Throughout my time, I strive to have spring breeze on my temples. The past cannot be remembered again. I hate the new year because of the long flowers. Let me ask you a question when spring comes. Late in the evening, I regret starting late, and early in the morning, I feel so close. The flowering period of this year is confirmed. I only worry that the wind and rain are unpredictable.

Moyu'er·can better eliminate several storms. The name of the poem: Moyu'er|Dynasty: Song Dynasty|Author: Xin Qiji Chunxi Jihai moved from Hubei to Hunan, and his fellow official Wang Zhengzhi bought wine as a gift.

It is better to eliminate the wind and rain, and spring returns in a hurry. Cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red flowers. When I live in spring, I see that there is no way back for the fragrant grass at the end of the world. Resenting the spring is silent. Calculated as only being diligent, painting the eaves with cobwebs and flying catkins all over the place.

It’s a long-term affair, and the wedding date was exactly right but wrong. There was once someone who was jealous of Mo Mei, who spent thousands of gold to buy her like a gift. Who can complain about this? Don’t dance. If you don’t see me, the jade rings and flying swallows will be dust! Idle sorrow is the most painful! Don't go and lean on the dangerous fence. The setting sun is setting, and the smoke and willows are breaking your heart.

Extended reading: Selected poems by other famous poets describing spring

Wanqing Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.

God's will is pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.

Also add high pavilions and small windows.

After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.

Spring Day Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Zhu Xi The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.

It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors.

It’s not worth visiting the garden. Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Ye Shaoweng. Ying Lian’s teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the small button of the firewood door cannot be opened for a long time.

The garden is filled with spring scenery and can’t be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.

Titled Capital City Nanzhuang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Cui Hu On this day last year, in this gate, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.

I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

Thoughts of Spring Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Bai Swallow grass is as green as silk, and Qin mulberry has low green branches.

When the king returns home, it is the time when the concubine has a broken heart.

If you don’t know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?

Extended reading: Selected several other poems by Xin Qiji

Qingyu Case Yuanxi Ci Brand Name: Qingyu Case | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Xin Qiji The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night, and more Blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.

The Sapphire Case Yuan Xi Poetry brand name: The Sapphire Case | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Xin Qiji The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.

Huanxisha·Planting pine and bamboo has not yet been completed. Ci brand name: Huanxisha|Dynasty: Song Dynasty|Author: Xin Qiji Plants and trees are also sparse for people. Autumn is just around the corner, prosperity and decline are coming. The empty mountain is green at night, and the remaining flowers are more beautiful.

The lonely bamboo tree is as poor as a knot, and the red pine seeds are tender and have sprouts. The master loves each other and is willing to leave nothing behind.