Typical poems of four seasons flowers.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "Garden without Value")

Winter is coming, and all the flowers are gone? (Chen Yi "Mei")

Winter: Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Spring: In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing all around.

Summer: Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and dragonflies had already stood on his head.

Autumn: Stop to sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.