What are Du Mu's poems about spring?

A poem about Du Mu's Spring (Du Mu Spring) 1. Du Mu in Spring

If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai. -Red Cliff in Mutu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty. -Du Mu's Farewell, More than Thirteen Years

The bustling past is gone with the fragrance of dust; The water is ruthless, and weeds are green every year until spring. -Du Mu's "Golden Valley Garden"

Autumn dew in Xiao Ying is a new branch, which does not occupy most of the spring in the garden. -Du Mu's Wei Zihua

If you come, you can't go together, so the country is lonely every spring! -Du Mu Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Zhou Shu as a shepherd. 》

2. Du Mu's poems describing the spring scenery are as follows.

Xichun is better than others except for half a year.

Just drink wine together when you are drunk. I hope to send a spring cup and sweep the broom frequently.

Who lives in the east, and the times are in hand? The title is sent to Zhang Langzhong in Huzhou to relieve the summer rain, and the floating cloud temple building in Anzhou relies on Zhulan language. There was water downstairs. Where did you go today? Hate is like spring grass, and things go with loneliness.

Never mind how poor Chu is. Xuanzhou Kaiyuan Temple was placed in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

During the Southern Dynasties, Xie Tiao City was the deepest part of Dongwu. When you die, go to Hong, and hide the smoke dock in the temple.

The building is 90 feet high and the corridor is surrounded by 400 columns. Up and down, the wind around the pine tree.

Moss shines on Zhu Ge, and Bai Niao is bilingual. The sound of the stream enters the monk's dream and the moonlight covers it.

Reading the scenery without a day, the railings are ancient and modern. Leave me a bottle of wine and watch the spring rain in front of the mountain.

Spring village is half south and half west, and Rousang crosses the village dock. The wind blows the willows, and a little rain returns to the pond.

I sang the song of herding cattle, and I peeked at the girl in the skirt through the fence. Semi-wet shirt, the owner feeds the chicken and millet.

Three poems of "Chang 'an Looking Back at the Qing Palace" are embroidered, and thousands of doors are opened at the top of the mountain. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south.

Xinfeng green trees have yellow dust, and I have ridden Yuyang several times to explore the messenger. [In the emperor's special envoy, the auxiliary visit to Lushan denied that Yulin received Lushan gold and said Lushan did not deny it.

At the top of a thousand peaks, the dance breaks in the original. The whole country is immersed in the tranquility of music, and the Lishan Palace in the moonlight is particularly clear.

An Lushan dragged his fat body and danced "Pure Land Dancing", which caused Yang's laughter to fly over the peaks. In the juvenile line, the sound of jade breaking is light, and the green brocade covers the mud and rolls high.

The spring breeze and the rain in Mao Mao swept away, and the beads fell on the white robe. Jiang Nanchun's quatrains are thousands of miles away, green flowers reflect the river, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine is the flag wind.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. I will go to Xuanzhou to leave a topic about the pine and cypress in the hometown of Yangzhou Zen Temple, and I will lean against the pine window every day when I come.

Ling Du Suiyuan has gone abroad, so it is more important to go swimming in the south in autumn. Your Excellency, Shui Ge, Kaiyuan Temple, Xuanzhou, Jiaxi Mansion in western Anhui, the cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are even empty, and the sky is light and the clouds are idle.

Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.

There is no reason to see Fan Li. There are five lakes in the east. Xuanzhou sent Pei Tan, the judge, to Zhou Shu. The shepherd wanted to go to Beijing to warm the mud and melt the snow. Pedestrians were arrogant.

Liu Fuqiao, Qingyijiang Village, Yunzhe Temple, Jiuhuashan Road. Your intention is as noble as your own, and my heart is shaking.

You can't go together when you come, so the countryside is lonely every spring. In summer, Xi sent Lu Pei's scholar back to Wuwangshan. He wanted to go to a wild shop, but the cocoon began to spin.

Pedestrians crossing Bixi are branches of horses and poplars. The traces of the past are gone, and the heart is long.

Autumn mountain misses you, when osmanthus is sad. Since Xuancheng entered Beijing for ten years, the wine glasses have been kept every day.

Xie Gongcheng was awakened by the sound of the stream, and the willow branches in front of Su Chang brushed my head. Where is the Thousand Miles Mountain? How many people have a rest time for life? The dust crown hangs and knows what it is, and finally visits the old tour.

At the end of spring, the Shuiting in Chizhou made forty-four princes, and the other two left Tongyu. Officials, non-officials, reading the bottom books in this book? The evening flowers are red and quiet, and the tall trees are green and shady.

The pavilion is extremely clear, and the paintings of the mountain stream are not as good as those of the mountain stream. Guests can chant and maids can skillfully comb their makeup.

Worried every day, drunk at any time. Yan must ask for five ding, and Tao only loves my family.

Interests vary from person to person, and sages don't laugh. It is not free to go to Chizhou Jiu Feng Building to deliver letters to Zhang Hu, and the horn sound from the sunset building is lonely.

Bishan thinks endlessly all day long. When did Cao Fang hate it? The cilia can't see the eyes, and the Tao can't ask for anything but the body. Who is like a childe? A thousand poems despise Wan Huhou.

Stop immediately: stop as soon as you do it. In the late autumn of Qi 'an County, the wind on Lu 'an gradually faded, making your home look like a savage.

Clouds and flowing water are still admirable, and whistling and singing are also pleasant. After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese.

Poor red cliff is competing for the male crossing, and only Kun Weng is fishing. After breaking up: I want to break up.

On the 9 th, Qishan climbed high, geese flew in autumn, and they carried pots with them. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

Hate to glow: sigh and glow. A person is crying in his clothes.

Before Chizhou Spring Festival, Cao Fang, a Jinshi, restored Cao Fang and was heartbroken. Crying is a natural thing, why the sunset.

Chu' an is thousands of miles away, and Yan Hongsan is two lines. You can't go back if you have a home. Give another example.

In Qi 'an County, I occasionally have two questions. On the two-pole sunset creek bridge, half a ray of light smoke is in the willow shadow. How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind for a while.

Autumn sounds are mixed and centrifugal, and dreams are full of rain. Since the leaves on the doorstep are dripping, why mourn? After Qi 'an County, the pool was full of duckweed and green brocade, and Xia Ying made thousands of roses.

No one watched the light rain all day, and the mandarin duck bathed in red. The title of Qi 'an Tower is ringing in the corner of Jianglou. The sun rises and the cold falls.

Don't look back on the railing, seventy-five pavilions in my hometown. Chizhou Li didn't go to the state to live a new life on the eleventh day, and then he saw the feeling of returning to his old job. The poem "A New Life in Jinyun" is written at the beginning, which is a long life for a lonely soul.

Yellow mud doesn't know the new rain and dew, and pink books are empty for the old inscription. When Juqing cries, the clouds break, and when Ah Chun returns, the moon is bright.

How many four years of love, the name of the son Li. See Liu Xiucai and Chizhou prostitutes.

After the snow in Chang 'an, the snow in Qin Mausoleum and Hanyuan is uneven, and the Nanshan Mountain in the north is Er Quan. The whole city is full of horses and chariots, but I'm afraid there are idle people.

Huaqing Palace is full of red leaves and frost, and Yu Lian blossoms in warm spring. There are fewer clouds than the Yuan Pavilion, and a song "Rain Bell" has several lines of tears.

In winter, the north building of Zhimen Temple is full of gratitude, but I have never seen fame and fortune. If you don't work hard to find the mountain, there will be no clouds in the cold sky.

Ten days later, if you don't send the king to Beijing, it will be difficult for the horse to learn. I will see you in the middle of this letter. Where can I open books in Chaos Mountain? Xu Xiucai's feeling of humiliating Li broke the wine. Because he sent a message to a southern guest, he lost his drunken poem.

It is necessary to give up drinking temporarily for minor illnesses, not to reduce the old days. Seeing Judge Zhang home, the doctor who paid tribute to Ezhou was famous long ago and went to Qin to offer him a gift.

Thousands of books in the belly and a thousand glasses of wine outside. Jiang Yu's spring waves are broad, and the garden guests dream.

Today you worship the halberd, and you are near the frost platform. The southbound Su Changqing Temple is far away from the hubbub, and it was closer to Castle Peak last night.

In autumn, the jade is shaken a few times, and the river is thousands of miles away. Before the red shadow falls, the pool is clear, and the green rice fragrance comes to the wild.

Being an official all day has nothing to do, so you might as well get drunk and be a tourist. Wang Shaohua's three experiences are increasing day by day, and his heart and Qingyun have their own periods.

Today, there is no inner reach to Qingfeng, and the world is too tired to be sad. Polly doesn't talk back, it's at the beginning, right and wrong don't distinguish.

When the name turned out to be unprovoked, I was ashamed to go to Ailing Mountain Road. Seeing the clouds and cranes don't go hand in hand, let alone working in the dust.

Go deep into the cave with a feather man and listen to the jade in autumn months ago. Dengfeng state post office sent a message to ambassador Yang Lao, and the county people looked back at Qingyun.

The political voice is very long. Jiang Sheng is here. I have heard this voice day and night since I arrived at Tianjin Building. Chang 'an Wangqing Cuiping Mountain opens to Fengcheng, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

3. Du Mu's famous sentence describing spring

Duchunmu Jiangnan

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

Murakami Dumu

In mid-spring, Sang Rou crossed the village pier.

The wind blows the willows, and a little rain returns to the pond.

I sang the song of herding cattle, and I peeked at the girl in the skirt through the fence.

Semi-wet shirt, the owner feeds the chicken and millet.

Three Poems of Du Mu by Zhu Po (Part One)

Singing firewood in dark moss lane, the flowers are cold and tired.

The rattan bank is shaded by bamboo island, and the pool is full of spring rain.

When Xuanzhou sent the judge Pei Tan to Zhou Shushi, Mu Mu wanted to return to Beijing as an official.

Warm mud and snow melt in the sun, and pedestrians are arrogant.

Liu Fuqiao, Qingyijiang Village, Yunzhe Temple, Jiuhuashan Road.

Your intention is as noble as your own, and my heart is shaking.

Come and go together, the old country is lonely every spring.

Lanxi dumu

Lanxi in spring is beautiful, reflecting the fragrance of orchids in the rain.

When Dr. Chu is haggard, he should find this way to go to Xiaoxiang.

Cha Xia Shan Zuo Du Mu

Spring breeze is the most gentle and elegant, it appears in the west of Liucun.

Jiao Guang Yun lives in a cave, and the stream is divided into streams.

Liao Yanyan flowers in the distance, birds are singing.

If you put the wine in the grass, there will be a beautiful person to serve it.

Liu Changtu Dumu

The sun sets, the water flows from west to east, and the spring is endless.

The rain is low in Wuzhang, and the wind is inclined in front of Song Yuzhai.

Don't compete with elm pods for green leaves, I feel that apricot flowers set each other off.

On the thousand trees in the southern Han Dynasty, several people are separated.

Six-degree wood of Sui Dyke

Hanging on the shore for three hundred miles, it is appropriate to draw a picture.

I feel that I am living in the west and I am sick again. No east wind in February.

Liu Jueju Du Mu

A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.

Liu Du Dumu

A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.

The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.

4. What are Du Mu's poems about spring?

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, everywhere is full of singing and dancing, pink and green, a scene full of spring. Villages near the water, battlements on the mountains, and wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere.

There are temples full of cigarettes, and pavilions stand in the misty rain. This song "Jiangnan Spring" has enjoyed a high reputation for thousands of years.

These four poems not only describe the richness of spring scenery in Jiangnan, but also describe its vastness, profundity and confusion. "Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags."

The beginning of the poem, like a fast-moving focal plane, swept across the southern land: the vast south of the Yangtze River, orioles singing, green trees reflecting clusters of red flowers; Villages by the water, battlements by the mountain, and wine flags fluttering in the wind are all in sight. Charming Jiangnan, moved by the poet's brilliant pen, is even more exciting.

5. Du Mu's famous sentence describing spring is a famous sentence.

Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, birds singing green and red, and wine flags in water towns facing the wind. The 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties has many terraced fields in the misty rain. Du Muchun in the village is in the southwest, and Rousang crosses the village dock. The wind is weeping willows, and the rain returns to the pond. I sang Cowherd and peeped at the girl in the fence. The semi-wet liberation shirt was given by the owner. Zhu Po has three quatrains (1) Spring rain is flying all over the pool. When Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Zhoushu, the shepherd wanted to go to the official office and return to Beijing. Du Mu's warm mud melts snow, and pedestrians are arrogant. Liu Fuqiao, Yunzhe Temple on Jiuhuashan Road and Qingyijiang Village. Your mind is as high as the sky, and my heart is shaking. We can't go together, so this country is lonely every spring, and Lanxi Dumu Lanxi is exhausted. It's dawn, and Liucun is in the west. Jiao lives in the cave, and the water sings in the stream. Wild flowers are in the distant rocks, and birds are singing in quiet places. Sitting on the grass with wine, there are also beautiful women to carry it. Liu Long sentence Du Mu Sunset flows east, and spring scenery is boundless. The rain in Wuzhangyuan is low, and the wind in front of Song Yu's house is oblique. Do not compete with green, apricot flowers are deep red. There is no east wind in February, and the willow tree is full of flowers and charming in spring. Fan Chuan, the old country of Iraq, is anathema to her, half covering the village bridge and half blowing the stream. Du Mu, the only willow, contains one willow, which shakes the wind for a long time. Beauty can't bear to break, look back at her hands.

6. Du Mu's poems describing the spring scenery are as follows

Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Mu's thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the flag wind of fruit wine in Shuixiang Mountain.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. The village line Dumuchun is half of the south and west, and Sang Rou crosses the village pier.

The wind blows the willows, and a little rain returns to the pond. I sang the song of herding cattle, and I peeked at the girl in the skirt through the fence.

Semi-wet shirt, the owner feeds the chicken and millet. Zhu po's three quatrains (I) Du sang firewood in Shentai Lane, and the flowers were cold and tired.

The rattan bank is shaded by bamboo island, and the pool is full of spring rain. When Xuanzhou sent judge Pei Tan to Zhou Shu, the shepherd wanted to be an official and return to Beijing. A single tree warms the mud and melts the snow, and pedestrians are arrogant.

Liu Fuqiao, Qingyijiang Village, Yunzhe Temple, Jiuhuashan Road. Your intention is as noble as your own, and my heart is shaking.

Come and go together, the old country is lonely every spring. Lanxi Dumu Lanxi is full of spring, reflecting water and orchids. When Dr. Chu is haggard, he should find this way to go to Xiaoxiang.

Under the Chashan Mountain, Du Mu's spring breeze is the most graceful, and it dawns in the west of Liucun Village. Jiao Guang Yun lives in a cave, and the stream is divided into streams.

Liao Yanyan flowers in the distance, birds are singing. If you put the wine in the grass, there will be a beautiful person to serve it.

Liu Chang sentence Du Mu sunset flows east, endless spring. The rain is low in Wuzhang, and the wind is inclined in front of Song Yuzhai.

Don't compete with elm pods for green leaves, I feel that apricot flowers set each other off. On the thousand trees in the southern Han Dynasty, several people are separated.

On the Sui Dyke, Liu Du's mother hangs on the shore for 300 miles, which is the most suitable. I feel that I am living in the west and I am sick again. No east wind in February.

Du Mu's tree is newly opened, and he is fascinated by his own style. Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.

Liu Du Mu alone contains Liu, which blows the ground and shakes the wind for a long time. The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.