Spring
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring"
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ——Ye Shaoweng's "It's Not Worth It to Visit the Garden"
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors - He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the moon be bright? Pay it back to me. ——Wang Anshi's "Mooring Boats and Melon Boats"
My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
Summer
The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. ——Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
I returned to the boat late after my excitement, and strayed into the depths of the lotus root flower. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
Autumn
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. ——Zhang Ji "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. ——Du Fu's "Traveling in the Mountains"
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. ——Du Mu's "Autumn Evening"
The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. ——Du Fu's "Climbing High"
The lake and the autumn moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished. ——Liu Yuxi "Looking at the Dongting"
Winter
Thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting. ——Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring·Snow"
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. ——Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms"
The Yin ridge in Zhongnan is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. ——Zu Yong "Watching the Remaining Snow in the South"
A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing down snow. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
——Liu Changqing's "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow"