When the snow and ice outside the west window of Du Gongbu began to melt, Huanhuaxi was filled with cheerful songs; When several light paper kites fly into the sky in the east wind; When Lu Fangweng was delighted to listen to the intermittent spring rain outside the small building, he imagined that there would be a crisp and mellow voice of a flower girl in the deep alley tomorrow ... I knew that spring had arrived.
The duck who first noticed the news of spring has jumped into the river; Artemisia sphaerocephala is all over the ground, and reed buds are short. From a distance, it is light yellow and green, but from a close look, it is still dotted; In the drizzly dusk, there came the cuckoo's cry; Several swallows flew in, which seemed familiar, but I didn't know it was the same one under my roof last year.
The children laughed and chased butterflies as golden as broccoli. Huayang is all over the sky, and Yu Ying is like snow. My thoughts can't help flying all over the sky: Jiangnan of Komori should be thousands of miles away, red and green, right? Is he sitting under the banner of wine fluttering in the wind and drinking a glass? Cuihu is still under the withered peach tree and beside the sparse hedge, waiting for the beauty who has only seen one side to gently push Chai Fei away, lean on the door and smile again? The dragon brand is long gone, and Haoran has boarded the ship. Do violet laymen still face the long river and bright moon alone? What about Wang He's mood? Li Houzhu, who lives in a deep courtyard, should recall the carved fences and jade buildings of his old country and sigh that "a river flows eastward". Flowers wither, red and green apricots are small; Bai Letian and Su Zizhan, who were satrap, spent a little money and the grass turned green. Can they rest assured? Qiao Yueyuan, with the window locked and the Pearl Lake locked, spring goes in a hurry, unwilling to be as dazzling and sad as bamboo, which breeds "a wave of smoke, a storm all over the city, and yellow rain of plums". Youth is fleeting, time is hard to stay, it is better to cherish spring than to hurt it, and it is better to cherish spring than to fight for it. Let's go all out to do our job well!
summer
Despite the depths of the white clouds, there are still a few late peach blossoms in the ancient temple. Look, I know the pace of summer is unstoppable. The trees are shaded, the summer is long, the east wind is weak, the flowers are withered, the south wind is rising, the wheat is golden, and the wheat harvest season is coming soon. I hope that a year's hard work can bring farmers the joy of harvest.
Looking back at Jiangnan, spring is earlier and summer is earlier. On the West Lake, there must be another Lan Lian meeting day, and red-violet meeting day. Yang Wanli strolled on the embankment and Li Qingzhao boated in the lotus forest. How pleasant would it be? Xin Jiaxuan, who was forced to retire after half a lifetime of military service, should have mixed feelings.
autumn
The footsteps of autumn are always accompanied by the west wind. Old vines, small bridges, flowing water, green and desolate, sad and white dew, running back to geese, the vast sunset, can people who have traveled far and wide all set foot on their way home? Don't forget, someone in the distance, Qian Fan, is desperate and heartbroken! Faint deep courtyard, silent phoenix tree, like a fascinating crescent moon, will always hook people away, but what if the moon is full? Isn't Dongpo still drinking alone in the middle of the night and insomnia?
The sky is clear, the wind is gentle, and clusters of chrysanthemums are in full bloom, with golden eyes. However, Huang Chao's poems are as heroic as those in the cold. What about Cao Mengde? Are you humming "the moon stars are scarce, birds fly south" or singing "the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough"? Actually, think about it, they are also very tired. Instead of being exhausted by the name of benefiting the world, they might as well go home with dew in the morning, like Tao Yuanming, or enjoy themselves under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums.
Autumn is a sad season. Otherwise, why do so many people feel sad and even shed tears? "Looking for, deserted" is just the feeling of a girl's family; Businessmen are sentimental, not to mention living in different places; Lao Du's sleepless nights are also for a reason. However, if you are bold, such as Li Taibai, why do you feel "and the water brings you a little feeling of home"? Why Rainbow Zi 'an, a gifted scholar, also lamented that "Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal"! In fact, it is not autumn that makes people sad, but that we paint autumn with a layer of sadness. If you change your mood and give up your sadness, you can appreciate the beauty of autumn, that is, "cranes row clouds in the clear sky, which brings poetry to the blue sky." In winter, the trees are covered with snow and ice like pear blossoms, but the north wind reminds you that winter is coming, the clouds are crossing the Qinling Mountains, and the snow is embracing the blue pass. Did Mr. Changli have a safe trip? "We chased them with light horses, heavy snow and our bows and swords"-What happened to the soldiers guarding the border? "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths." Several cold plums in the corner are still blooming, as if calling for the arrival of spring. Therefore, as the soul of all things, we have no reason to be sad. Spring is exciting, summer is warm, autumn is deep and winter is tough: as long as you can face it calmly, you will find that the four seasons are picturesque. Through the four seasons, it is through poetry, towards maturity and towards a higher point of life.
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