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.
Qiuyue Song Chenghao
The Qingxi River crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn.
Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
Moon-watching stone in Mid-Autumn Festival
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired 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?
Song Chenghao in Autumn
Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping.
Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.
Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation.
Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Xing Shan Dumu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Yuan Mei [Qing]
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
middle of summer
Fan Xun
In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus.
The first month of summer
Jia Lang [Tang]
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Transparent small container
[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.
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, a dragonfly stood on it.
Xia Jing
[Ming] Zhu Zhanji
At the beginning of the rain, it is refreshing, jade waves are rippling, and the bridge is flat.
Swallows wear curtains well, while idle gulls flood lightly.
The feeling of summer
[Song] Su Shunqin
In summer, the courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranate flowers are full of curtains.
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
Smell it.
Tang Dynasty
There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust, and the fog is thin and the wind is light.
Yuan Mei [Qing]
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
middle of summer
Fan Xun
In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus.
The first month of summer
Jia Lang [Tang]
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Transparent small container
[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.
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, a dragonfly stood on it.
Xia Jing
[Ming] Zhu Zhanji
At the beginning of the rain, it is refreshing, jade waves are rippling, and the bridge is flat.
Swallows wear curtains well, while idle gulls flood lightly.
The feeling of summer
[Song] Su Shunqin
In summer, the courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranate flowers are full of curtains.
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
Smell it.
Tang Dynasty
There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust, and the fog is thin and the wind is light.
At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.
In the month, Zhongshan Temple listens to Guizi, and the county pavilion watches the tide on the pillow.
Bai Juyi in Qiantang River in spring.
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.
Chun Xue Han Yu
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.
Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.
Early spring drizzle Han Yu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Han Yu in late spring
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Tang Zhangji of Qiu Si
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.
Qiuyue Song Chenghao
The Qingxi River crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn.
Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
Moon-watching stone in Mid-Autumn Festival
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired 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?
Song Chenghao in Autumn
Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping.
Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.
Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation.
Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Xing Shan Dumu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.