The beautiful poems about spring are as follows:

1. In April, all the flowers in the world are gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. I changweichun dying of the light to find a place to find, but I do not know that it has been transferred here.

2. The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers are fighting for Fangfei. Even that without the beautiful colors of the fickle and elm, not to be lonely, the wind dance, into the flying snowflakes.

3. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far more than the late spring of green willows.

4. The willows are overcast and drizzling, and the residual flowers are all gone to see the warblers. Last night, the spring breeze blew up my sweet homesick dream, in my dream, I chased the spring breeze back to my hometown.

5. When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.

6, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river boat is bright. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City.

7. Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

8. In the north of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water level is flat and the feet of clouds are low. Several early orioles competed to fly to the warm trees of the sun, whose new swallows carry mud in their nest. The colorful and colorful spring flowers will gradually charm people's eyes, the shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty of the east side of the west lake most, and I don't see enough, especially the white sand levee under the green yang liuyin.

9. Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. Sentimentally attached attached to the fragrance of flowers butterfly in the dance, freedom in the soft and soft warbler is just happy to sing. Jiangshan is bathed in the spring, how beautiful, the fragrance of flowers to send flowers. The swallows are busy building their nests in wet mud, and sleeping in pairs in warm sand.

1. Thousands of miles of warblers sing green against the river, and the water village is full of mountains, fruits and wine flags. The southern dynasties left behind more than 48 old temples, countless towers shrouded in the wind and cloud in the rain.