Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. "
Spring breeze hates heartless water, it blows from east to west.
Xia: Xijiangyue Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Autumn: Autumn Night Tang Du Mu
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.
Winter: Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
Plum blossom-Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner.
Ling cold drives alone.
Even from a distance, they can't be mistaken for snow.
Because a fragrance comes with the breeze.
Number: Tang Bohu.
Up, up, up, up the hill.
Looking up at the red sun and low white clouds, you can see all the mountains and rivers in Wan Li.
Zheng Banqiao wrote Ode to Snow.
One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight;
Thousands of pieces are always missing when they fly into plum blossoms.
Moon: Li Bai drinks the moon alone.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Flower: "Chrysanthemum Poetry" Huang Chao
Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
"Yongmei"-Lu You
Broken bridge outside the column,
Loneliness has no master.
It's dusk, I'm alone,
It is windy and rainy.
Have no intention of fighting for spring.
A group of people are jealous.
Scattered into mud, crushed into ash,
Only the fragrance remains the same.
Tree: Bai Juyi, woodcut poem
You mu Bai Shi ju yi
There is a wooden name Lingxiao, and Xiu is not an isolated label;
I relied on a tree, so I drew a hundred feet.
Roots are connected to trees, and flowers are sent to treetops;
Claiming to have its potential, there is no reason to shake.
Once the tree is destroyed, it floats independently temporarily;
The gale starts in the east, but it never ends.
Clouds in the morning and firewood at night;
No weak school Miao.
Clouds: clouds in spring
Tangweizhuang
Spring clouds and water are all dissolved, and dusk leans against the balcony.
The mountains are good because of human fossils, and the earth spirit once had a sword as a dragon.
Officially, Fengque is over 70 years old and lives in which peak of Emei.
Wang didn't know how much he hated it, so he broke a bell with the sunset.