First, ancient poems about spring.
1, Chunxiao
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Translation:
In spring, it is dawn before you know it, and birds can be heard everywhere.
Looking back at the sound of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down.
2. Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Translation:
From the north of Gushan Temple to Jiating West, the spring water on the lake is just flush with the levee, and the white clouds are low and connected with the lake.
A few early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.
The flowers are blooming, dazzling, and the shallow grass can just cover the horseshoe.
I can't get tired of seeing the beautiful scenery on the east side of the lake. Willow trees cross a white sand embankment under rows of shade.
Second, ancient poems about summer.
1, "small pool"
Song Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Translation:
Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water, and the shade reflected in the water likes the soft scenery in this sunny day.
As soon as the lotus leaf emerged from the water, a little dragonfly was already standing on it.
2. Midsummer
Don
In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus.
Translation:
Xia Zhishi is flourishing in the south of the Yangtze River. It is the rainy season, and the rain is like running water.
The fruit hanging on the loquat tree is like kumquat; After the banana peel is broken, it's like spitting white lotus.
Third, ancient poems about autumn.
1, autumn poems
Don Liu Yuxi
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Translation:
Since ancient times, poets and writers have lamented the depression in autumn, but I say autumn is far better than spring.
On a clear autumn day in Wan Li, a crane soared among the clouds, which triggered my poem to fly to the sky.
2. Qiu Si
Tang zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Translation:
The autumn wind blows gently in Luoyang, and my thoughts are surging. I want to write a letter to greet peace.
I was worried that I didn't write anything in time, so I opened the envelope again before the messenger was about to leave.
Fourth, ancient poems about winter.
Jiang Xue 1
Liutang Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone.
Translation:
On all the mountains, birds are gone, and on all the roads, there are no traces of people.
On a lonely boat on the river, an old man in a hat was fishing alone in the snow.
2. Winter willow
Lu guimeng
Liu Ting leaned against the savage window, and the dilapidated strip was next to Jiang.
This is where the frost and wind separate, and the cold seagulls start in pairs.
Translation:
Rows of willows by the water are leaning against my window, and rotten branches are piled on the river bank.
At this time, the cold wind blew, breaking the dead branches of willow trees and waking up a pair of cold gulls living by the river.