Poems describing the four seasons are as follows:
1, Jiangnan Spring Tang Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
2, "Chunxing" Tang Wu
The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler.
Last night, the spring breeze blew away my sweet dream of homesickness. In my dream, I chased the spring breeze back to my hometown.
3, "Qiantang Lake Spring Tour" Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
4, "Summer Resort" Tang Libai
Lazily shaking a white feather fan to get rid of the heat, naked in the forest.
Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.
5, "Autumn Poetry" Liu Tang Yuxi
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
6. Jiang Xue Liu Tang General Hospital
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
7, "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
When it comes to spring, we will definitely think of this poem. Everyone will recite it when they were young, and the rest of their lives will be with us.
This poem doesn't use any flowery rhetoric or various rhetorical devices, so it is easy to read and understand. At first glance, it looks a little dull, without fanfare and big scenes, but after watching it again, it will have a different feeling. The poet described the most "grounded" life in the simplest words.
The first two sentences seem to be longing for spring sleep, and the chirping of birds indicates the coming of spring. The word "twittering bird" alone adds the finishing touch to this bleak spring morning, and the word "cozy" is about to overflow. The last two sentences lamented that the spring rain knocked down the flowers, the weather turned from sunny to cloudy, and the mood turned from happy to sad. In just four sentences, the charm is endless.