What are Du Mu's poems about spring scenery?

It's late in spring, so that spring flowers wither, instead of complaining that flowers bloom too early.

The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.

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)

The smoke is deep and the moss is deep. Singing firewood makes the flowers 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.