Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when it flows in spring.
-Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
Summer:
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
-Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
-Yang Wanli's Little Pool
Autumn:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
-Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
-Mutu's autumn night
Winter:
Two orioles sing green willows, and a line of white dew rises to heaven. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
-Du Fu's quatrains
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.
-Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue