Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Translation:

What a good spring rain! It seems to know the change of seasons. When spring comes, it will come naturally. With the gentle breeze floating quietly at night, it moistens everything gently and silently. The sky over the wild path was overcast and dark, and only the boat on the river was still lit with a solitary lamp. In the morning, watch the spring flowers everywhere in the drizzle, which are blooming in beautiful Chengdu.

Bai Juyi's Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

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How lush the long grass is. It is thick in autumn and winter every year. Ruthless wildfires can only burn dry leaves. When the spring breeze blows, the earth is green. Weeds and wild flowers spread and flooded the ancient road, and the end of the grass under the bright sun is your journey. I once again sent away my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Li Shen, two ancient styles/two farmers.

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

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As long as a seed is sown in spring, a lot of food can be harvested in autumn. In all parts of the world, no field is uncultivated and uncultivated, and hard-working farmers will still starve to death. At noon in midsummer, when the sun was shining, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

Meng Jiao, a tramp's song.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

Meng Haoran in the spring dawn

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

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In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. Last night, the wind and rain kept falling, and I don't know how many beautiful spring flowers were blown down.