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There are poems about spring tide, spring city, spring rain, spring river and spring water, all of which must be written.
1, in Xixi, Chuzhou

Author Wei? the Tang Dynasty

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Vernacular translation:

My favorite is the faint weeds growing by the stream, and the orioles singing in the depths of the trees.

The spring tide is rising and it is drizzling. There is no one at the wilderness ferry, only a small boat leisurely crosses the water.

2. "Cold food/cold food day is the most important"

Author Han Wei? the Tang Dynasty

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

Vernacular translation:

In Chang 'an in late spring, catkins are flying all over the sky, and the east wind blows the willow branches in the imperial garden at the Cold Food Festival.

As night fell, the palace was busy handing out candles, and smoke curled into the homes of princes and nobles.

3. Spring Rain in Lin 'an

Author Lu You? Song dynasty

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

Vernacular translation:

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling?

Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.

Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.

4. "Nine Songs and Five Songs"

Author du fu? the Tang Dynasty

It is said that the scenery along the Chunjiang River is Yan Fang, and the third spring is coming. How can it not be sad?

On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly.

Vernacular translation:

It is said that the riverside scenery is beautiful, and spring is coming to an end. How can I not be sad? Walking by the Zhoufang River on crutches.

I only saw catkins jumping wildly, dancing with the wind unscrupulously, and thin, self-respecting peach blossoms drove the running water away.

5. "When is the spring flower and autumn moon?"

Author Li Wei? Dynasties and five dynasties

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Vernacular translation:

When does this year's time end? I know how many things happened in the past! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night?

Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.