Ancient poems about the Spring Equinox 2017 Spring Equinox poems

The Spring Equinox of 2017 is coming soon. An ancient poem says: On the Spring Equinox, the sound of rain falling is faint, and the slanting wind along the willow bank brings guests home. Next, let’s enjoy the ancient poems describing the Spring Equinox.

Selected Verses on the Spring Equinox in 2017

Seven-character quatrain

The sound of rain falling is faint during the Spring Equinox, and the slanting wind along the willow bank brings guests home.
The season is relatively late in the north, but the green waists are already fat.

"spring equinox"
At the beginning of spring, the yang energy turns and it rains by the Yan River.
Crows call during the Waking of Insects, and the ground dries up during the Spring Equinox.

"Spring Equinox" Changqing The sun and the moon are both equally bright and dark in the sky, and the black bird does not mind the cold of peach blossoms.
Today, chickens are standing upright, and my lover on the river is flying kites.

"Spring Equinox" by Xu Xuan of the Tang Dynasty On the fourth day of the second month of spring, spring is at its peak. The moon lingers over the green fields, and intermittent clouds appear in the clear sky.
The swallows are still flying, and the flowers are already falling. The woman missing her husband is in the high building at night, and her singing can no longer be heard.

"Dielianhua" by Ge Shengzhong The spring equinox has passed and spring is about to go. Among the thousands of torches and flowers, I try to keep spring here. A clear song without any mistake. Where does the lingering sound go?

I tried to persuade Chunchun all day but she remained silent. The red mist rises like a cloud, and look out over the thousands of peach trees. The talented scholar Fei talked until the fifth drum. All that is left is to watch the wind and rain blow away by the pen.

"Snow after the Spring Equinox of Guichou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Snow is sparse during the Spring Equinox, and the half-opened peach and plum trees are not very impressive. I should be ashamed of the fallen plum blossoms, but I turn them into flying willow catkins.
Regardless of the special things of the God of Spring, he will use new tricks to bring out the good luck. From now on, the destiny of the world is even more unpredictable, so when it gets warmer, you must keep your winter clothes to protect yourself.

"Painting Hall Spring Zhongbing"
The scenery by the stream has reached the spring equinox. Painting hall in misty dusk. A wisp of incense smoke rises from the stove in the water. Get drunk with the fragrant wine.
The dancing sleeves flutter like snow, and the singing voice lingers like clouds. How many times can we hear this in the world? Prime Minister, please stop being angry.

"Youthful Travel" by Du Anshi of the Song Dynasty The swallows are returning to the small building and it is dusk again. Loneliness locks the high door. The spring equinox is approaching with gentle breeze and drizzle, and it is a weather for cherishing flowers.
There is no scene in the painted hall, the crimson candle is just lit, and the gauze curtains cover the remaining incense. The sentimental prince does not understand the resentment he feels towards his grandson. Let me be unfaithful and only follow you.

"In response to Song Zhiwen's poem on Cold Food Festival at Huangmei Linjiang Posthouse" Cui Rong started from Huaibei on the Spring Equinox and crossed to the south on Cold Food Festival. Suddenly I saw Xunyang Water, and thought it was Songjia Pond.
It is difficult for a wise ruler to be called upon by the gatekeeper, and it is unbearable for a lonely minister to be chased Thinking of my hometown from afar, the peach and plum blossoms are in full bloom.

"The Stealing Magnolia"
It is about to rain in the middle of spring, and no one can see the flowers in disarray on the branches. Looking into the horizon, the light blue spring mountains are covered with gauze everywhere.
The anxious person is only slightly annoyed by the cold, and is afraid of hearing the fortune teller's unfinished love when asking for advice. Maybe it was in this life that I mistakenly took the grass from my previous life as the one I was outing.