1. Poems describing summer and autumn
Summer: "Mengxia" Tang Jiayan Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River is full of loving bamboo shoots.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The summer is long in the shade of green trees, and the reflection of the tower is into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense. "Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1) Fancheng of the Song Dynasty. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and cabbage flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. "Little Pond" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clearness and softness.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "Walking Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Song Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Autumn: "Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love. When the Huru are defeated, the good men will stop the expedition.
"Ascend the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky. The rain catches the bright mirror, and a rainbow falls on the two bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees. Who wants to be in the north building? I feel grateful to you in the wind.
"Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The autumn dew of Gui Po is faint when he is born, and his light ruffles are already thin and he has not changed his clothes. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
"Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
"Climbing High" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
"Staying on the Jiande River" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees. 2. Ancient poems about summer and autumn
Summer:
1. "Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1)
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers, white snow and cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
2. "Little Pond"
Song Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
3. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
4. "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and the white rain danced in randomly. Boat.
The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
5. "Unknown Miscellaneous Poems"
Mingshi Naian
The red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields and rice are half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.
Autumn:
1. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
2. "Climbing Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and Viewing from afar"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
After the ancient platform crumbled, autumn entered the heart of looking at home. There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the cloud peaks are separated by deep water.
The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest. Sad about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today.
3. "Autumn Night Song"
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
When Gui Po was born, the autumn dew was faint, and the light Luo was already thin and had not changed its clothes.
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid to return to the empty room.
4. "Midnight Autumn Song"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition.
5. "Five Posts from Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn"
Tang Meng Haoran
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?
3. 5 ancient poems each describing spring, summer, autumn and winter
1. Poems about spring: "Spring Night Happy Rain" Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty knew the season when it rained, and when spring happened, it sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening everything fine. Silent. The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the fires of the river boats are only bright. At dawn, I look at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. "Ode to the Willow" Tang He Zhizhang made the jasper tree as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves. Come out, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The beauty of April in the human world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples begin to bloom. I have always regretted returning to spring without finding a place, and I don't know where to turn. "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty North of the mountain temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and the new swallows are pecking at the spring mud. The flowers are beginning to attract the eyes, and the shallow grass can only have no horse hooves. My favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the green trees are shaded. In the white sand embankment. "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty slept in spring without waking up, and heard the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. About the poem describing summer: "Sigh on a Summer Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, the sun will never fade, the heat is steaming and poisonous My intestines. The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes. The bright moon comes out of the sky, and the dense forest spreads the sparse light. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and I open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. I can see the thinnest in the sky, and the feathers and insects are flying. There is no big or small thing. , self-adapted and stable. Thinking of the Hogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years. How can we wash each other's hands and look at each other in the heat of the day? In the evening, we fight with each other, and the noise reaches thousands of directions. Although the body is blue and purple, it is better to return home early. Beicheng is mournful, and the storks and cranes are flying. The condition is agitated and tired, and the intense thoughts are healthy. "First Summer" Tang Bai Juyi Meng Xia is full of things, and the flora and fauna are good for a while. The elk enjoys the deep forest, the insects and snakes like the abundant grass, and the birds fly. I love the dense leaves, and the scales are happy with the new algae. Where the heaven and peace leave it, I am alone and withered. I am at the end of the world, and all my flesh and blood are far away. There is no one from the old country, and there are so many invaders. What is the use of being worried? I can only work on my own. It is better to let go The mind and body are left to their own devices. There are many fine wines in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry. The fish is as cheap as mud, and the moxibustion is done without getting too late. In the morning, I eat in the temple, and in the evening I get drunk on the island in the lake. Why return to my hometown? How can I live forever? ."Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1) Song Fancheng has big plums, golden apricots and fat, wheat flowers, snow and cabbage flowers are sparse. No one passes by the fence during the day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. "Small Pond" Song Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle , The shade of the trees shines on the water and I love the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "The dawn leaves the Jingci Temple to see off the forest" Song Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The Tianlian The leaves are infinitely green, and the lotuses are uniquely red against the sun. Poems about autumn: "Midnight Autumn Song" by Tang Li Bai Chang'an is covered with a moon, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes. The autumn wind cannot stop it, but it is always the love of jade. When will the Hulu be pacified, good will be After the expedition. "Autumn Climbing the North Tower of Xuan City in Xuancheng" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The city of Baijiang is like a painting, with dawn in the mountains and a clear sky. The rain is caught in the mirror, and rainbows fall on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold and the oranges and pomeloes are in the air, and the autumn colors of the old sycamores are there. Who wants to go up to the North Tower? Facing the wind, I cherish my gratitude to the Duke. "Autumn Night Song" The autumn dew of Tang Dynasty King Wei Gui Po's newborn is slightly, the light ruffles are already thin and the clothes have not been changed. The silver kite has been played diligently all night long, and the heart is timid and can't bear to return to the empty room. "Autumn Eve" Tang Du Mu's silver candle draws the cold autumn light on the screen, lightly Luo Xiaofan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cool as water at night, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega. "Ascending" by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty. The wind is strong and the ape high in the sky is screaming in mourning. White birds fly back from the clear sand of Zhugistan. The endless fallen trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in. Wanli is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he is alone on the stage after being sick for a hundred years. He hates the frost on his temples due to hardship, and his wine glass is stained by the new wine. Poems about describing winter: "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. A man with a coir in a boat, fishing alone in the cold river snow. "Farewell to Dong Da" Tang Gaoshi, thousands of miles away, yellow clouds are shining in the day, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry about the road ahead without friends, no one in the world will not know you. "Ode to Plum Blossoms" Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty Several plum blossoms bloomed alone by Ling Han. I knew it was not snow, but only the faint fragrance came. "Snow Plum" Song Lu Meipo's plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries. The plum blossoms were three points white, but the snow lost. The fragrance of plum blossoms. "Winter Pastoral Miscellany" Fan Cheng of the Song Dynasty took a boat trip to watch the clear snow-capped mountains. The wind was still cold and it became more condensed in the evening. I sat and listened to a pole of broken pearls and jade, not knowing that the lake had turned into ice. 4. Ancient poems describing summer and autumn
Summer
Small Pond
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
The spring silently cherishes the trickle,
The shade of the tree shines on the water and the love is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners.
A dragonfly has already stood on its head.
Dawn comes out to see off Lin Zifang
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Drinking on the Lake after Clear Rain
(Song Dynasty) Su Shi
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Make an appointment
(Song Dynasty) Zhao Shixiu
During the yellow plum season, it rains in every house,
Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
I had an appointment and couldn’t come over until midnight.
I just knocked the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
Autumn
Autumn Poems
(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely,
I say Autumn is better than spring.
In the clear sky, a crane flies above the clouds,
Then I invite you to the blue sky with a poem.
Mountain Travel
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,
There are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.
Autumn Eve
Du Mu
The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly,
A small light fan flutters at the fireflies.
The sky is as cold as water at night,
Sit and watch Altair and Vega.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The moon is setting and the sky is filled with crows and frost,
Jiang Feng's fishing fire is against Chou Mian .
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell rings to the passenger ship. 5. Ancient poems about summer and autumn
Ancient poems describing summer.
Song Dynasty's Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains" are filled with red and purple colors that have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is heard in the new summer season. There are endless thorns and hemp on the road, and I realize that I am a man of peace.
Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's "Chasing the Cold on a Summer Night":
The heat at night is still the same as the heat at noon,
Open the door and the moon will shine brightly.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects,
Sometimes there is a slight coolness, but it is just the wind.
An ancient poem describing autumn. ..
Du Mu’s Autumn Eve
Silver candles paint the screen coldly with autumn light,
Small light fan blows at the flowing fireflies.
Tianjie at night "Cool as water,
Lie down and watch the Cowherd and the Vega"
Du Mu's Mountain Walk
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,
There are white clouds growing there
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,
The flowers are as red as February in frost
Liu Yuxi’s "Autumn Poems":
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A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky.
It brings poetry to the blue sky. "The sky." 6. Poems about summer and autumn
◇Ailian said ~ Song Dynasty Zhou Dunyi The flowers of water and land are very lovely.
Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums; since the Li and Tang Dynasties, the world has loved peonies very much; I only loved the lotus which emerges from the mud but is not stained; , the fragrance becomes clearer from a distance, and the pavilions and pavilions are clean and planted, you can look at them from a distance but don't play with them. I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents seclusion; peony, the flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus, the flower that represents the gentleman.
Oops! The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of after Tao; the love of lotus, who can share it? The love of peony is suitable for everyone! ◇Qingyang Ferry~Jin Yuefu The green lotus covers the green water, and the hibiscus is covered with bright red. There are lotus roots with roots underneath and lotus with heads above.
◇Ode to Lotus ~ Southern Dynasty·Liang·Shen Yue The gentle breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the light dew touches the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red.
◇Plucking lotus~Southern Dynasties·Liang·Wujun The brocade belt is decorated with mixed flowers, and the robes hang down the green river. Asked where he was going now, he went out to collect lotus flowers from the south of the Yangtze River.
Three thousand miles west of Liaoning, there is no reason to send my wish. I hope you will return soon and the lotus flowers will bloom.
◇Poetry of Lotuses~Jiang Hong There are tiny grasses in Zepi, which can bloom and bear fruit. The green leaves like to turn in the wind, and the red leaves like to shine in the sun.
I moved to Yuchi, and my roots were not lost. How to interact with frost and dew, it should be as good as flying fluffy.
◇ Ode to the Lotus of One Heart ~ Sui Dynasty Du Gongzhan The lotus blossoms are shining brightly, and the pavilions emerge from the water. A solitary stem attracts green, and two shadows create dividends.
The color captures the song's face, and the fragrance dances around the clothes. The name Lotus can be recited naturally, and the two minds are the same.
◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Sui Dynasty Yin Yingtong There are countless companions in the boat, and they untie the ropes to urge each other. There is no need to wipe off the sweat and powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will.
The floating ducks are moving in chaos, and the boat comes in and leans on the lotus. Lotus roots are tied together in strands, and lotus leaves are held in cups.
◇Ancient Style (Twenty-Six)~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The green lotus grows in the quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emerge from the green water, and dense leaves gather green smoke.
Who can pass on the beauty and beauty? Sit and watch the flying frost, withering this red and fragrant year. The roots have not been harvested, but I would like to stay by the Hua Pond.
◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Liang Liu Xiaowei of the Southern Dynasty. The golden oar magnolia boat is used to pick lotuses from the south of the Yangtze River. Lotus fragrance spreads across the Pudu River, and lotus leaves fill the river.
The house is easy to get, and the handle is curved. When the flowers are dew, the hair is wet, and the wind stems are blowing.
◇If you break the lotus, you will get a gift~Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty waded into the river to play in the autumn water, and loved the fresh red lotus. If you climb the lotus and play with the beads, the ripples will not become round.
The beauty is in the colorful clouds, and I want to give it to the distant sky. There is no reason to miss lovesickness, and look forward to the cool breeze with regret.
◇Lotus~Li Shangyin They are all colorless, but they are so fragrant. Yao banquets are set up to enjoy the coolness, and golden restraints are left late.
The lamp in the quilt illuminates the beauty, and the socks in the crossing are soaked in water. I anticipate farewell in the autumn before, and sing songs in my dreams after separation.
◇Lotus ~ Wen Tingyun The green pond sways and connects with Xingjin, and the rolling orchids merge into white apples. It should be the stockings of Luo Shenbo, and the lotus stamens are still fragrant.
◇Go out to Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang in the evening ~ Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
◇Hibiscus on Qian's Pond~Wen Zhengming In September, flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are off, and the hibiscus is wandering in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings sadness.
The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Looking at each other in old age is useless, there is a kind of tranquility in the pond.
◇A cut of plum blossoms~Northern Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao In autumn, the fragrant red lotus roots remain in the jade mat. He undresses his clothes lightly and gets on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. ◇Su Muzhe~Northern Song Dynasty·Zhou Bangyan Burning agarwood can relieve the heat.
Birds call their eyes, peeking into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one.
My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Do you remember each other in May? In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
◇Liantang~Ming Dynasty·Huang Qiong Dongjia Pond in the vast desert, with green trees shading towards the inlet. The fragrance of brocade can be seen continuously for ten miles, and the west wind and the bright moon return with songs.
◇ Lotus Picking Song ~ Li Yaru The lotus root fields are spread out next to the lake, with faintly connected dots of red flowers. Three or five small boats are about to go, singing loudly and plucking lotus flowers.
◇Hibiscus ~ Qing Dynasty·Zheng Banqiao I pity the few red and pink marks the most, the small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at myself in shock and pity, Xishi originally lived in Zhuluo Village.
◇ Thoughts on Ou Xiang~Modern · Xiaowen Farewell to the ancient town of Anyi at dawn, boating on the water in Ou Xiang; the willows on the bank dye the clear stream water, and the fragrance of lotus fills the golden autumn. Being in a foreign land hurts poverty and chaos, but returning to my hometown is full of joy and scenery; political leaders and people are rich, and the hibiscus fairy is happy to come and visit.
◇The South Pavilion is so beautiful in summer~Meng Haoran. The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams. ◇Untitled·Part 2~Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. ◇Friends in Summer~Xu Ji The flowing water steps remove the stillness, and you can feel free to sleep alone.
The moon is growing in the forest, and the forest is about to dawn, and the rain is like autumn all night long. Recalling Hehuapu from afar, who sings about Du Ruozhou? It may be a good night without dreams, but if there is a dream, we will travel together.
◇Huanxisha·Xue Zhaoyun There is more than enough hatred to overwhelm the country and the city. How many red tears weep in Gusu, leaning against the wind and staring at the snowy skin. The sun sets over the mountains and rivers of Lord Wu, the palace of the King of Yue is half flat, and the lotus flowers and water chestnuts are all over the lake.
◇Nanxiangzi·Li Xun Riding on a colorful boat, crossing the lotus pond, singing songs awoke the sleeping mandarin ducks. Wandering girls snuggled up with fragrance and laughed, vying for slimness and folding their lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine.
◇Huanxisha·Li Jing The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worrying among the blue waves. Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed back to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears of infinite hatred, leaning on the railing.
◇How about Sidi Township·Sun Guangxian? More lingering feelings! A shy moth gathers under the Yongri Water Essence Curtain. Six pictures of skirts on the ground trace the blue waves slightly.
See the rain and heavy rain all over the ground. ◇Recalling Yuhang·Pan Lang I always remember the lonely mountain. The mountain is like a cluster of black flowers in the center of the lake. The monk's room faces the lake on all sides, and the clear water comes and goes.
The fragrance of lotus flowers fills the Lianyun Pavilion, and the sound of music from the pavilion is clear and the bells are heard under the eaves. Don't let the dust stain people's clothes, and dream about flying in the air.
◇ Picking mulberry seeds·Ouyang Xiu The West Lake is beautiful after the lotus blooms. When the wine comes, there is no need for flags, but red buildings and green covers in front and behind. The painting boat was pushed into the depths of the flowers, the fragrance was golden, the mist and rain were gentle, and I returned drunk with music and songs.
◇Linjiangxian·Ouyang Xiu It is raining on the light thunder pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops is breaking. The west corner of the small building has a bright red sky.
Where you lean against the railing, you can expect the moon to shine. Swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and jade hooks hang down the curtains.
The cool waves do not move and the lines of the mat are flat. There are two pillows of water and essence, with a fallen hairpin beside them.
◇Licorice Seed·Liu Yong At dusk in autumn, lotuses are scattered randomly, and pearls rain down. After the rain, the moon shines brightly, and it becomes cold in Yuanyangpu.
On the pond, Pinglan is worried about having no partner, but this is the mood of living alone! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, he recited the words of Fen Lang. ◇Die Lian Hua·Yan Jidao The first twist of frost gives birth to hope.
The sound of orioles in the leaves seems to be imitating Qin'e's singing. After waking up from a nap, I felt lazy for a while, and the double-striped green mat was covered with cold waves.
After the rain, the wind blows and the blue sky rises. The lotus blossoms are flowing, and the faces are red with tears.
Obliquely posted. 7. Ancient poems about summer and autumn
Summer: "Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1) Song Fancheng has big golden plums, fat apricots, and sparse wheat and snow white cauliflowers.
No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. "Little Pond" Song Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
"Unknown Miscellaneous Poems" Mingshi Naian's red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields and rice are half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans. Autumn: "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Climbing Wu Gongtai Temple in Autumn and Viewing from afar" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty After the ancient platform crumbled, autumn entered the heart of looking at home.
There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the cloud peaks are separated by deep water. The setting sun is still setting, and the cold chimes are filling the forest.
Melancholy about the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today. "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The autumn dew of Gui Po is faint when he is born, and the light Luo has been thinned and has not changed its clothes.
I have been playing with the silver zheng diligently for a long time, but I am too timid to return to the empty room. "Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love. When the Huru are defeated, the good men will stop the expedition.
"Autumn Climbing Lanshan and Posting Five Pieces" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese.
Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.
The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? 8. Ancient poems about winter, summer, and autumn
Ancient poems describing summer "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" of the Tang Dynasty.
Gao Pian: The green trees are dense and the summer is long, the balcony is reflected in the pond, the water curtain moves in the breeze, and the roses in the yard are full of fragrance. "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" Song Dynasty.
Wang Ling The breeze is powerless to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain. People are trapped and fear that the rivers and seas will dry up. God will not hesitate to dry up the rivers and rivers. "Enjoying the Coolness" Song Dynasty.
Qin Guan came to pursue Liu Wailiang with his husband, and leaned on the Hu bed on the south side of the painting bridge. The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus flowers are fragrant.
"Chasing the Cold on a Summer Night" Song Dynasty. Yang Wanli: The heat of the night is still the same as the heat of the afternoon. When I open the door, the moon is shining brightly.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind. "Summer South Pavilion Huai Xin Da" Tang Dynasty.
Meng Haoran: The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams. "Summer Meaning" Song Dynasty.
Su Shunqin: In the courtyard, the summer is clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain. The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
"Residence in Early Summer" Southern Song Dynasty. Lu You: Weng's family is placed in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with sloping paths in the middle of the field under the shade of locust trees.
When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass. The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen is still blooming.
Sighing, old people come and go, old friends die, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon. "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da" Tang Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
"Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.
Pheasant [Jun] The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.
This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away. "Xijiang Moon Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" by Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are chirping in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Song Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. "Wate Qing" Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty lived deep in Foujia City, and the spring was gone and the summer was still clear.
God's will is pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night. And add high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The summer is long in the shade of green trees, and the reflection of the tower is into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense. "Three Qu Roads" Song Zengji The plum blossoms are yellow and the sun is bright every day, and the creek is overflowing, but the mountains are running.
The green shade has not diminished in time, and the four or five oriole calls have been added. "Walking Up in Early Summer" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty. The plums are sour and splash on the teeth, and the bananas are green and covered with window screens.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers. "Summer Letters to Taoist Friends" by Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty. As soon as he reached the country, he retreated and then plowed the country. What is right and wrong is not enough to bother him in his life.
In the final stage, I came to Xiyi, but I didn’t worry about being favoured, humiliated and frightened. When the peak turns, there is no sign of any household, but there is the sound of pheasants flying through the forest.
In ten years, I only learned to recite poems, and when I reached the Central Plains, I wanted to build soldiers. "Early Summer on the Pond" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The spring pond is full of water in the late spring, and the trees are thick in summer.
The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages. Quiet music blows on the bed mat, and fragrance opens the wine cellar door.
I have nothing to do and play with my little grandson from time to time. "First Summer" Tang Bao Rong Yesterday's youth is gone, but the evening peak is still beautiful.
Although there is some residue left, the pulse will prevent worry and decoction. You people cherish the season and feel that the passing of time has passed.
"Send a summer vacation to a southern neighbor in Changxing to escape the summer heat" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Beside the Houjia Avenue, there are noisy cicadas and green trees. The unlocked cave door is far away, and the official residence with rolling shutters is cool.
The fence is filled with red medicine, and the frame leads to the growth of pothos. The eternal sun and pillow are the hometown of mountains, clouds and rivers.
"Climbing the Crane Rock in Summer" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty The wind blows on my upper hills, and the dew spreads on the long pines in the cool June. I would like to borrow the old monk's two white cranes to soar deep in the blue clouds.
"Summer Tour in Master Hui's Room" by Chen Zi'ang of the Tang Dynasty. People admire the white tower, and the ground looks like a bamboo forest in Zen.
Opposite the lake, the light is chaotic, and the jiaoxuanyan is green. The color space is now silent, and the moon is clearing the spring.
Send off Lin Zifang Song Yang Wanli after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Xiaochi Songyang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
An ancient poem describing autumn, Autumn Night Song, Tang Dynasty - Wang Wei. When the osmanthus is born, the autumn dew is faint, and the light ruffles are already thin and have not changed their clothes. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
"Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky, when a crane flies above the clouds, I invite you to the blue sky with a poem. ”
> Du Muyuan went up the Hanshan Mountain on a sloping stone path, and there were people living there where the white clouds grew. He parked his car and sat in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves were as red as the February flowers. On the autumn evening, Du Mu’s silver candle painted the screen in the cold autumn light, and the light fell on his face.
The sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega. In the autumn, I live in Bayuan, where the wind and rain are steady.
I see the fallen leaves of foreign trees. "A Walk on the Shasha·" Yan Shu's poem (describing autumn rain) The blue sea has no waves, and there is a road in Yaotai.
After thinking about it, we both flew away. Where.
The silken seats are covered with dust, and the fragrant boudoir is covered with mist.
The tall buildings are full of dusk, and the phoenix leaves are covered with mist. [Song Dynasty] Liu Han (Describing an Autumn Night) The cries of milk crows scattered across the jade screen.
There is no place to look for when I fall asleep with the sound of autumn, and the moonlight is all over the stairs. (Song Poetry) Zhu Xi's Youthful Changes. Old learning is difficult to achieve, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly.
Before I realize the dream of spring grass in the pond, the autumn leaves have already sounded in front of the steps. Magnolia (Jade House Spring) Ouyang Xiu. I don’t know how far you are after leaving.
It's desolate and depressing to the eyes; As we go further and further away, there are no books. Where can the fish sink in the vast water? In the deep night, the wind blows on the bamboos and the sound of the autumn leaves is full of hatred; So I lie on my pillow and find it in my dream, but the dream is no longer a lamp and becomes ashes. .
Who is the same person as Lu You in front of the lantern? The rain has damaged the new moss, and the leaves in the forest are red in autumn. No wonder the lake and sea are blooming again, this body is naturally a solitary canopy. 9. Poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter
Describing spring, summer and autumn. Poems of winter:
1. Spring
Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi
The beautiful sun brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery becomes new
It is easy to recognize that when the east wind blows, it is always spring.
Interpretation: The wind is beautiful and the sun is shining on the shore of Surabaya. Everyone can see the face of spring, and the spring breeze blows the flowers. Open and colorful, the scenery of spring is everywhere
2. Ode to Willows/Willow Branches
Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang
Jasper is as tall as a tree. Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Definition: The tall willow trees are covered with green new leaves, hanging lightly. The willow branches are like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons. I don’t know who cut these thin willow leaves. It is the spring breeze in February, like magical scissors.
3. Xiaochi
p>Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and caressing the trickling water, and the water is clear and soft in the shade of the tree.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it. /p>
Interpretation: The spring is quiet because it is reluctant to let go of the thin water, and the shade of trees reflected on the water is because it loves the soft scenery on a sunny day. As soon as the pointed corners of the little lotus leaf emerged from the water, a little dragonfly stood on it.
4. Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees and dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes ,
The ancient road has a west wind and a thin horse.
The sun sets in the west,
The heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Definition: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
5. Jiang Xue
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Definition: On all the mountains, the birds have disappeared, and on all roads there is no sign of people. On a lone boat on the river, an old man wearing a hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.