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The Jingzhe of 2017 is coming soon. “A light rain makes all flowers new, and a thunder marks the beginning of Jingzhe.” This describes the characteristics of Jingzhe. Next, let us appreciate the ancient poems about Jingzhe. Selected Ancient Poems on Jingzhe: Tang Dynasty "Watching the Farmers"
Wei Yingwu, Tang Dynasty, A light rain makes all flowers green, and a thunderbolt marks the beginning of the Waking of Insects. The farmers have a few days of rest, and then they start farming.
The young and strong men are all in the fields, and the fields and gardens are also being tended. When I return, the scene is always late, and I give water to my calf from the west stream.
He does not feel bitter when he is hungry and tired, and he is happy when he is well fed. There is no food in the granaries, and the corvée labor has not yet ended.
Those who do not farm feel ashamed, as their food and salary come from the neighbors.
"Yi Que Xing and Zhu Ping Shi"
Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty: Both male and female black birds are here, and the spring thunder is still there after the Waking of Insects. With mud from the Yellow River in his mouth, he flies to the corner of the sky.
No one returned home that night, leaving the chicks chirping in the distance. The two sparrows embrace benevolence and righteousness, and work hard to feed the birds.
The young birds are flying in a row and calling to each other among the clouds. Although sparrows are small in size, they feel the same sense of shame.
It is difficult for a bird to show its virtue, but fortunately it has received a letter from its owner.
Spring Rain and Early Thunder
Zhang Shuotang: A spring breeze has arrived from the northeast, bringing with it light rain. The yellow brush turns into willows first, and the white brush starts to turn into plum blossoms.
The library is surrounded by trees, and the writing platform is shrouded in mist. The river fish have not yet frozen, but the river stingers have already heard thunder.
The beauty dreams at night, but the golden screen does not open at dawn. I have no chance to speak, and I drink from the cup in vain. Selected Ancient Poems on Jingzhe: Song Dynasty Writing on the 14th day of the first lunar month of Jiaxu Year: What I Saw on the Next Day, the Waking of Insects Festival (Zhang Yuangan, Song Dynasty)
How can I bear the urge of festivals as I grow old? Thunder suddenly roars in the middle of the night while I light a lantern.
With a loud bang, dragons and snakes emerged, and earthworms and toads also came out.
The children of the Jingzhe family are easy to sparse curtains (Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty)
The spring scenery has reached the poor country, and the children are praying to their father-in-law for help.
Thunder roared in the dark night, and the cool sun slit the curtains through the small window.
The gentle breeze thaws the frost on the ink pond, and the clear daylight is better than flipping through the cloud-covered book.
Friends and relatives, don’t blame me for not saying enough sweet words. I have always held my breath like a turtle or a toad.
After the Waking of Insects, the Snow Has Not Yet Settled, and a Boat on a Cloudy Lake (Song Dynasty, Cao Yanyue)
The armor should be full of medicine racks, and when I cross the saddle, my heart is already brushing against the light saddle.
I was wondering why it was still snowing because of the cloudy weather, how could it be so cold in spring?
The insects are still shut in during the hibernation period, and the plums facing the sun are still sour.
It is not God's will that things become harsh and cold, it is just what people think.
Boating on a Clear Spring Day (Lu You, Song Dynasty)
Children should not laugh at old people, for the lakes and seas are filled with new life as spring returns.
Thunder roars and wind blows in the Jingzhe house, the sky opens and the earth is created, and Hongjun turns to Hongjun.
The river water is as blue as the rocks, and the willow branches are swaying in the dust.
I wanted to go to Lanting but turned back, and finally felt ashamed of myself after all the laughter and talk.
Shanfang (Song Dynasty, Chen Yunping)
The windows are open on all sides, and the wind brings in sea clouds.
A burst of rain that prompts the flowers to bloom, and a few thunders that awaken the insects.
Snail saliva shines on the stone bench, and ants circle around the mountain platform.
At this time, the clothes are wet and the smoke cage is filled with musk coal.
Lingyan (Song Dynasty, Wu Zai)
There is a new thunder in Jinan during the Waking of Insects, why is it that Yangguan is urging us to rise?
It is not as surging as the Luoyuan, but it is as majestic as the Songfu.
His hair has turned into thousands of white snow, but today his heart is still as gray as ever.
Beside Wenya Terrace, there is a snail's home, and it goes back to pour the spring wine in the jar.
Following the rhyme of Wang Zhengzhi, "Returning from the Waking of Insects" (Song Dynasty, Shi Hao)
I heard that Ah Xiang was born in heaven, and she picked peaches and apricots with a face full of joy.
The night toad cannot illuminate the fairy plum, so why not dream of the King of Chu in the morning rain?
I know that I bought a small boat and made it into willows, and the remaining beautiful sentences are made into sweet tangerine trees.
Although the scenery of my hometown is beautiful, why should I be in such a hurry to return home?
A poem about Zhengzhong returning to Yanfeng (Song Dynasty, Shu Yuexiang)
The sound of pine trees in the middle of the night is like a waterfall. I remember sitting in the west room together, unable to sleep.
After a light thunderclap that awakens the insects, a fine drizzle falls on the plum blossom season.
Don't laugh when you want to cross the river, for you only feel lost when you see your guests off.
Who knows my feeling when I close the book? The new green window is waiting for the cuckoo to cry.
Thunder on the Waking of Insects Day (Qiu Yuan, Song Dynasty)
There was a thunder in Kun Palace in the middle of the night, and the flower rooms opened at dawn.
The strong wind blew out the candle in the vast wilderness, and the rain hit the window quickly despite the lightning.
Suddenly the grass and trees have a different spirit, and the weather is warm and warm.
Only the stone tortoise and the wooden goose sit still by the tree, waiting for spring to return.
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