Poetry about the beautiful scenery of the four seasons in my hometown 1. Ancient poems describing the four seasons and my hometown.
1 Spring Mountain is pale and smiling, Summer Mountain is green and dripping, Autumn Mountain is bright and clean, and Winter Mountain is bleak and sleepy.
Guo Song Xi's "Mountain Training"
Su Su tidbits late, Feifei lycopene light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away.
Tang Du-fu's Spring Festival travel rush craze
For 3 days, the street was raining and the air was crisp in autumn, but the grass color was far and near. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
Yu's article "Meeting with the Ministry of Water in Early Spring"
4 Remnant clouds receive summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze —— Tang's Water Pavilion sends Shaofu back to the county
Why don't you like wheat straw? Trees in summer are lovely. -Qin Song Guan "Dark Days in March"
6 The lotus leaves are exposed, and the willow leaves are sparse in the middle of the month-Qiu Si in the Southern Dynasties.
7 The setting sun is lonely, the autumn water is * * * the sky is one color-Tang Wang Bo's Preface to Autumn Palace
I don't know whether I will be in court today, but people doubt that bloom was in the forest last night-Tang Song Wen Zhi's Snow in the Garden.
Who carved the snow on the flat ground into this flat smallpox-two poems of Li Hua by Tang Hanyu.
2. Describe the topic of seasonal beauty in my hometown.
My hometown
My hometown is a beautiful and rich place. When I think of my hometown of XX, I am elated and can't be calm for a long time. My hometown treasures my naive childhood. Every grass and tree, mountain and stone there are my best friends.
In spring, the water in the stream melts, and the tinkling sound of running water is like a long poem, which is beautiful. Flocks of birds flew back from the south. Birds are standing on the branches, singing beautiful music. Swallows build their warm huts under the eaves. Flowers are blooming. Spring in my hometown is like a beautiful picture.
In summer, my hometown began to be lively. Cicada is chirping on the trunk, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " Fish swim freely. They are very happy. Tall trees flourish like sentinels on the grassland. By the stream, the children are playing happily, some are swimming, some are having a water fight, and some are washing clothes.
The autumn sky is so blue and high, and the fields are full of harvest; In the orchard, all kinds of fruits are mouth-watering, and farmers' uncles are happily harvesting! Animals are preparing food for winter! The frog is building its warm nest. These geese fly south in a herringbone.
In winter, there is frost in my hometown, and flowers and trees are covered with a thick layer of ice. Animals spend the winter comfortably at home! The children are more excited by the cold. Everyone stood by the river and skated happily. Some people even ate ice cubes frozen on flowers. Everyone had a good time.
My hometown has stored my happy time and left a deep impression on me. The beautiful scenery in my hometown brings us happiness. Every time I think of my hometown, I can't help thinking of the happy time I spent in my hometown when I was a child. Such a beautiful hometown won't let me put it down?
Who has poems about traditional festivals or describing the beauty of the four seasons?
A poem describing spring: Liu Yuxi's "The New Makeup of Spring Poems Should Be Below Zhu Lou" deeply locks the sadness of a hospital in spring.
Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta. Li Choi Wha Business in Spring When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the White Gate City where I can't go.
The two red mansions were cold and covered by rain, and Zhu set off Deng's ups and downs and returned alone. Swallows return in spring, singing under the eaves of the thawed river, a sudden blood, a sudden wound, a blank in my heart, and also in the pain of awakening. This is a season of increasing trust, and giving means greater gains. Sometimes I am silent, which makes me fall into deeper silence. For us, the best way to study something is to be in it. Spring is a typical example. Swallows in spring fly over my head, and rivers in spring flow with my blood. The land in spring carries deep plowshares, which are engraved in my heart. A series of scars spring makes me know more about life. My mother has the vegetable basket. My neighbor's sister is busy preparing for the wedding. Spring makes me more willing to be moved by ordinary things. A poem describing summer: "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu never dies, which poisons my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. The song "early summer" Zhu Zhu shakes the shadow to cover the secluded window, and birds sing every other day.
Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer. "Early Summer" Tang. Bai Juyi has everything in Xia Meng, so it's good to plant it soon.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. Poetry describing autumn: hiking (Tang? Mutu is far from Hanshan, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Night parking near Fengqiao (Tang? Zhang Ji) On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps by fishing.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Tanabata (Tang? Tu Mu) Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle, fanning a small fan and pouncing on fireflies.
The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega. An autumn night in the mountains (Tang? Wang Wei) The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Waving away (don? Zhang) Boshan is full of fragrance, the garden is full of gold and the night is long.
In order to ask the grass by the Qingqing River, it has rained and frosted several times. Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang? Du Mu) The dusk clouds are cold, and Han Yin people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Beginning of autumn (Song? The crow of a little crow scattered the jade screen, a pillow was cold, and a wind blew.
There is no place to sleep in the autumn wind, and the leaves are full of moonlight. Midnight Qiu Ge (North and South? Autumn wind enters the window and the curtains flutter.
Looking up at the bright moon, sending love thousands of miles. Su Muzhe (Song? Fan Zhongyan) Blue sky, yellow leaves.
The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.
The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Xijiangyue? Huangsha Road Night Travel (Song? Xin Qiji) The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. Tianjin sand (yuan? Ma Zhiyuan) The old trees are withered, the vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the old roads are thin and thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Shuidiao Song (Song? When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red. On the third night of September, the moon is like a pearl and a bow. On September 8th in Qiu Lai, I was in full bloom. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. Du Fu's quatrain describing winter-two orioles singing green willows and a line of dew rising to heaven.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
Looking from a distance, I know that it is not the snow that has a faint fragrance to meet the snow. Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain, is far away in Cangshan, and all the birds in Qian Shan have flown away. The weather is very cold and the house is very bad. A thousand roads without footprints.
Chai Men heard the dog barking, and the lonely boat withered, and people returned on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
4. Famous sayings about the beautiful scenery of the four seasons
If there were no dark clouds, we would not feel the warmth of the sun.
John
● The wind gently kissed the rivers, lakes and seas with a strange silence.
Milton
● If the brush is not dipped in Tianyuan's seven-color pigments, how can the world's cleverest painters draw colorful seven-color rainbows?
Scott
The storm deepened the roots of the oak tree.
Herbert
Last night's storm put a golden peace on this morning.
Tagore
● There is no thick ice on cold nights.
Herbert
Spring comes from this beautiful garden,/just like the spirit of love is everywhere; Every kind of flowers and plants are on the dark chest of the earth,/waking up from a hibernating dream.
-Shelley
● One swallow does not make spring.
-krylov
Although spring flies away, it attracts all competing things; /Although the flowers withered, they left us the seeds of flowers.
Schiller
The buzz of insects has its own summer charm.
-Landau
Look, the fields are shining with gold everywhere. This is because the son of the sun, a brilliant summer, has arrived.
-Jane Thomson
5.5 Ancient Poems about Four Seasons and Their Appreciation
Spring in poetry
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
10. Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng's "Garden without Value")
Summer in Poetry
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing")
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun's "Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu's Summer Sigh)
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu's "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang's "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Xiuting sends China to send Wang Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda's Xi Qing)
9. Qingjiang Baocun, Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu's "Village")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan's "Dark Days in March")
Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao (looking at the sea))
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. ("Han Yuefu Long Songs")
5. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu (quatrains))
6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (Liu Yuguo's "Looking at Dongting"
7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)
8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (autumn night in Mutu)
9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much is known about the past. (Li Yu "Yu Meiren")
10. I want to say that I am still resting, but I say it is a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave, Shu Boshan Was Beaten"
Winter in Poetry
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop)
2. The autumn moon shines on the ground, and the winter ridge is cold and loose. (Tao Yuanming's Four Seasons)
3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (1October 28th land tour storm)
4. Make haste in winter tonight, and get older tomorrow. (Dong Sigong's "Shou Sui")
5. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Jue's Four Qi Poems)
When the winter comes, all the flowers are gone? (Chen Yi "Mei")
7. I don't know if the spraying has started recently, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei called it "early plum")
8. It is foolish but precious for children to learn to be neighbors in winter. (Lu You's Autumn in the Suburb)
9. Every winter solstice in Handan Post, there will be a shadow in front of the hug lamp to accompany you. (Missing on a winter night pretending to be Iraq)
10. The weather and personnel are urging each other. The winter solstice is sunny and spring is coming again. (Du Fu's "Xiao Zhi")