In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Falling red is not heartless, and turning it into spring mud is more protective.
I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze still smiles.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
All love can't be caged, an almond goes out of the wall.
Ask how much you can know, just like a river flowing eastward.
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
Summer:
I don't know about heat, but I cherish the long summer.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.
Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang's Yin Yue.
Deep in the city, spring goes to summer to pay off.
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
Autumn:
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
When sleeping, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
The anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane and the moon, and the phoenix tree shakes its hometown in autumn.
Everyone explains the sad autumn, and doesn't know it thoroughly like a poet.
I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I say it's a cool autumn.
If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Winter:
When winter came, all the flowers disappeared.
I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Children study in winter, but they are neighbors. Shore photos, fools are precious.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the lamp.
Weather and personnel are urging each other every day, and the solstice of winter is coming again.
Wind:
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The wind is rustling and the water is cool, and the strong man is gone forever.
Whose flute flutters in the dark and scatters in the spring breeze of Los Angeles.
I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
Weather and personnel are urging each other every day, and the solstice of winter is coming again.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another.
Children learn to be neighbors in winter, silly and timid but precious.
Flowers:
There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and Lu' an is another village.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
After a hundred flowers blossom into honey, who will work hard for and who will be sweet?
After the wild goose falls, people think about flowers before.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
Peach Blossom Pond and Three thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's love.
Snow:
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
The clouds in Qinghai are long and the snow-capped mountains are dark, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan.
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Month:
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask about Sky Wine.