A year's plan starts with spring.
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
A single flower does not make a spring, while one hundred flowers in full blossom bring spring to the garden.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
Spring —— an experience in immortality.
Written in a Village South of the Capital
by Cui Hu
In this house on this day last year, a pink face vied.
In beauty with the pink peach blossoms side by side.
I do not know today where the pink face has gone,
In the vernal breeze still smile pink peach blossoms full-blown.
Dreaming of the Southern Shore
by Bai Juyi
Fair Southern shore,
With scenes I adore.
At sunrise riverside flowers redder than fire,
In spring green waves grow as blue as sapphire,
Which I can't but admire.
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?
Happy Rain on a Spring Night (Excerpts)
by Du Fu
Good rain knows its time right;
It will fall when comes spring.
With wind it steals in night;
Mute, it wets everything.
Peach Blossoms in the Temple of Great Forest
by Bai Juyi
All flowers in late spring have fallen far and wide,
But peach blossoms are full-blown on this mountainside.
I oft regret spring's gone without leaving its trace;
I do not know it's come up to adorn this place.
by He Zhizhang
The slender beauty's dressed in emerald all about;
A thousand branches droop like fringes made of jade.
But do you know by whom these slim leaves are cut out?
The wind of early spring is sharp as scissor blade.