立春正月节英文古诗 A Spring Morning By Meng Haoran This spring morning in bed I’m lying, Not to awake till birds are crying. After one night of wind and showers, How many are the fallen flowers! Spring on the Southern Rivershore By Du Mu Orioles sing for miles amid red blooms and green trees, By hills and rills wine shop streamers wave in the breeze. Four hundred eighty splendid temples still remain, Of Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain. 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/cca2df1893c69ec3d5bbfd0a79563c1ec5dad76d.html