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.