Ancient poetry in junior high school is about spring, summer, autumn and winter, love affairs and so on.

Guangxiao Temple-[Ming] Xu Qiushi: Baiyun invited me, and the first day was full of empty valleys. The dew is cold and the flowers are cold, and the blue and green are as clean as paper. When the clock moved, the birds were frightened and crowed on the tallest wood. The grass is deep and the people are sparse, and the door of Songying Temple is green. One day in autumn, looking at the cold and sunny bay in Weng Juan, there are countless peaks and mountains. Idle up the mountain to see wild water, suddenly see underwater green hills. How about Wutou Chuwei Road in Wang Shizhen, Jiang Shang? Bai Bo is dark in misty rain and autumn. Crossing the river in the cold wave at night, the forest is full of Yan Huang. -[Qing] Zheng Xiulou: June is happy, watching step by step. The shadow of the temple gate creek, the top of the Buddha is cold. The banana monk sleeps in peace, and the lotus guest sits in peace. Ten years away from the pure land, I was disappointed with the old Confucian crown. Kaiyuan Temple returned in the last years of Kaiyuan-[Song] Lu You's white-haired scholar did not cherish himself, and Tianya was also an official. The smoke in Xiqiao is too light to feel the spring, and the flowers in the wild temple are too late to feel the spring. When you climb a mountain, you think it's warm weather, but after you get sick, you fall into a pottery towel. However, your life, looking back at the rock gate, sighed. Visit the little broken academy in Nantayuan and take a leisurely trip as a staff member. Deep springs rinse holes, and the courtyard repairs static bamboo. The sick bones are as cold as washing, and it is too late to go home. The boat is too light to carry stones, and Sha Ou is a mess of leaves. Yongkaiyuan Temple-[Ming] Xiong Ming is in a stream tide, with heavy rain and waves, and the west wind is cold. The tower shadow is green and bright, and the bell is far and near. Generations of soldiers have opened the sea, and the wine is now on the beach. Recalling the early spring scenery in Jiangnan, Yimei looked at the horse's head one by one. Note: Kaiyuan Temple (at the foot of Zizhi Mountain in the south of the city) was originally named Linquan Temple, which was founded in Jin Taikang period (about 280 years) and rebuilt in Tang Kaiyuan period and renamed Kaiyuan Temple. According to legend, it used to be Lu Meng's former residence, and later people donated money to build a temple. Baiyun Temple (in the south of the city) Baiyun Fan Chong Temple-[Tang] Xu Hong stepped over the landmark and saw the green hills. I wonder how many people can know the outside world. Baiyun Temple-[Ming] Su Lang comes to finger meditation in his spare time, and the meditation room is deep. Trees and mountains muddy into rain, and streams and towers are full of smoke. There is still a taro fire beside the stone bank, and a tea spring is boiled in the forest. The old monk accompanied him to find poems, and he was relaxed all over. Shengshan Temple (in the south of the city)-[Song] Yang Yishan is close to Guo, and the ancient victory is charming. The golden statue is hidden in the fog, and the flying spring splashes the stone ladder. The valley in the sky is closed, and the tower shadows are chaotic. Take this after riding a thousand times and find a lonely quinoa stick. Jingci Temple (in the release pool) titled Jingci Temple in the release pool-[Qing] Zheng Xiulou's bamboo sound is still there, and the deserted temple shines on the stream. The empty temple gathers yellow leaves, and the monk is bald. There are no birds in the kitchen, but there is a monument to moss. Seeing Buddha in the dust, my life can rest.