Dawn of spring
Tang Meng Hao ran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Peach blossom in Dalinsi
Tang Bai Juyi
In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming.
I have long hated that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Early spring in the east of the city
Don Juyuan Yang
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
Hui Chong Riverside Scenery (Ⅰ)
Song sushi
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
This park is not worth visiting.
Burning Weng with pine leaves
You have to pity your fangs and print your hair, but Chai Fei never leaves.
Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot will go out of the wall.
spring
Ju Hee Song
Winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, the boundless scene is new for a while.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
"Remember jiangnan? Good Jiangnan "
Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has always been familiar.
At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and the river is as green as the blue of spring.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.
Drink a cup of spring bamboo leaves in May 9th, and dance with five girls and get drunk with hibiscus.
Will we meet again sooner or later?
Second, poems about summer.
Summer night sigh
Don du fu
The sun never sets, and inflammation is poisoning my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, but sparse in the forest.
The bitter night in midsummer is short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see something missing, feathers will fly.
Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Unexpectedly, Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even louder.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
The north city is sad and the stork flies.
Quiet environment makes you tired, and nervous thinking makes you healthy.
The first summer
Tang Bai Juyi
Xia Meng is full of things, and planting is good for a period of time.
Elk likes the deep forest, while insects and snakes like grass.
Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone.
After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou is magnificent.
It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you.
More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion is never too early.
Go to the temple in Fanshan Mountain and get drunk on an island in the lake at dusk.
Why go back to your hometown? How could you die?
Xia is thinking in Nange.
Tang Meng Hao ran
The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east.
It's cool at night, open my window and lie down calmly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.
I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? .
So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.
Xia Meng.
Tangjiaao
In summer in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are planted like weaving.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Summer in the mountain pavilion
Tang gaopian
The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
Summer village's Miscellaneous Notes (I)
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
cuvette
Song Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees loves sunny and soft water.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
On June 27th, I read the drunken book in Lake House.
Song sushi
Dark clouds turn over ink and fail to cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats.
The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it.
Summer drought and heat
Song wangling
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain.
People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up?
There is snow as high as Kunlun Mountain and cold as far as Penglai.
I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone?
Unknown miscellaneous poems
Shi Ming Naian
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
What do you see
Qingyuanmei
The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.
Third, poems about autumn.
Midnight Qiu Ge
Tang Libai
A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating.
Autumn wind blows my heart, forever blowing to Yumen Pass.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building
Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.
The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
People are cold orange pomelo and autumn old phoenix tree.
Who will go to the north building, worship the wind.
Autumn serenade
Don
Guipo was born with autumn dew, but Luo was so thin that he never changed his clothes.
Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.
Autumn night
Dondum
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Climb the balcony
Don du fu
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has formed a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.
Night parking on Jiande River.
Tang Meng Hao ran
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Don
A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
Mountain travel
Dondum
Far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
An autumn night in the mountains.
Don
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Mujiangsong
Tang Bai Juyi
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Autumn ci
Yuxi Liu Tang
Beautiful scenery, with frost at night, a few trees are dark red and light yellow.
Trying to get deep into the bone marrow is as crazy as spring.
Qiu Si.
Tang zhangji
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I long for a writer's book.
There is no fear in the hurry, and pedestrians are coming.
Go to Liu Jingwen
Song sushi
Lotus didn't shelter from the rain, chrysanthemums and branches of Ao Shuang.
You must remember that good years are orange and green.
Fourth, poems about winter.
Winter has returned to Laoshan.
Tang Libai
Without washing and dyeing the dust tassels, I returned to Fang lawn.
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Cold leaves are exhausted first, but Leng Yun is not exhausted.
Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river.
White dogs bark in the village and moss grows on the walls.
If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room.
The bird's nest is in the Woods, but hedges are a way to get rid of wild animals.
Blowing out of bed, the squirrel left, and the fish was surprised.
Wash the inkstone, repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-virginity.
I will go again at this time, to Sanqing.
It snows at night
Tang Bai Juyi
I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window lit up again.
I know it snows heavily at night, and I sometimes hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Jiang Xue.
Liutang Zongyuan
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Biedongda
Don
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
Yongmei.
Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow from afar, only the fragrance comes.
Xue Mei
Song Lu meipo
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of Mei Xiang.
Winter pastoral scenery
Fan Song Chengda
Let the boat idle to watch the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind will freeze to the bone and freeze late.
Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice.
winter
sea
The clouds are frozen before the snow, and the plum blossoms will not bloom.
Running water, small bridges, mountain temples, bamboo fences, thatched cottages.
Winter has begun.
Wang Ming Deng Zhi
Autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and yellow leaves pass by.
A small Zen lamp for half a month, today is colder than last night.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Tang Censhen
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.