What are the poems about summer and winter?

Poems about summer:

1, Koike

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

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.

2. Tianjin Sasha

Yuan Dynasty: Baipu

Clouds collect rain and add waves, buildings are high and water-cooled and melons are sweet, and trees are shaded and eaves are painted.

In the mosquito net in the tent, there is a girl, wearing thin silk and holding Fan Luo, quietly enjoying the pleasant summer time.

3, yat sen villa

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. ?

Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.

Poems about winter:

Jiang Xue 1

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

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.

2. Xuemei No.1

Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo

For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

3. Early winter

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers.

Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.

Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.

At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.

Jiang Xue's translation:

The weather in Jiangnan is sunny in October, and the scenery in winter is as lovely as that in spring.

Frost didn't freeze the grass to death, but the sun dried the earth.

Although the leaves of the old Zheshu tree are yellow, they are still like new ones.

At this time, I only envy the drinker's leisure and walk into the restaurant unconsciously.