A poem about spring, summer, autumn, winter, flowers, grass, trees, wood, stones and birds.

In your order, Su Su's tidbits are late, the flying lycopene is light, the male bird is long and the spring is far away. The first two sentences describe the colors as red and catkin. The last two sentences say that the days are getting longer, spring is far away, the birds in widex are coughing, and no one comes and goes, only Chai Men is unique. Tang Du Fu's "Spring Festival travel rush Hurriedly" In the early summer, Zhu Zhu shook his shadow to cover the secluded window, and birds sang every two sunsets. Xie Qihai begonia flies out of catkins. Guangluo has always been thin and has never changed his clothes. Yin Zheng has been diligent all night, and she is afraid to leave the room. She couldn't bear to go back to a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand roads without footprints, a boat, a bamboo cloak and an old man fishing in Leng Jiang-Xue Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue. Calculate Fu Yongmei-Lu You's "Arithmetic", the bridge is broken outside the post station, lonely and lonely. It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier. She has no intention of fighting for spring. All people are jealous. It's scattered The dew in the evening wet my clothes. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden" Cao Guizhi Tree. To Yi Sheng He Lijia. Yang and Cui Ye. All over the world. There is a phoenix on the top. There is a plate under it. Tree of laurel. People who really know the truth can tell fairies. Teach you to eat the essence of the sun. The main road is economical and indifferent. Dongting waves under the leaves. Dongting began to float and the leaves fell off slightly. Under the leaves, Jiang Bolian, the autumn moon shines on the clouds and rests on the mountain. Autumn wind blows the leaves, just like Dongting waves under the leaves. I heard the cold beat of the laundry mallet shake the leaves, and the leaves fell like the spray of a waterfall. The Liaoyang expedition will go for ten years, and I watched the long river always roll forward to resign from Dongting and fall from the tree. If that's the case, how can one recite The Story of the Stone Su Weidao Jibei Zhenshen? Shadow touch Dai Zongyun. Swallows can wait, sheep get up from the flock. Why should we hold the soul, sit back and relax, and avoid killing poetry? (Bai Juyi) Who said that the life of the flock is insignificant? Feed the chicks to make them fly. I advise you not to kill birds in the third spring. The children are waiting for their mother to come back in the nest.