It rains at night in spring, and brown rice is cooked new —— A Gift to Wei Ba by Tang Du Fu
But how much love an inch of grass has is the reward of three rays of spring-Don Meng Jiao's Wanderer.
A good rain knows the season when spring comes —— Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Looking for spring must be early, but looking at flowers should not wait for flowers to grow old-midnight song
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. -Don Cheung's Qiu Si.