Dawn of spring
Tang Meng Hao ran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Peach blossom in Dalinsi
Tang Bai Juyi
In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming.
I have long hated that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Early spring in the east of the city
Don Juyuan Yang
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
Hui Chong Riverside Scenery (Ⅰ)
Song sushi
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
This park is not worth visiting.
Burning Weng with pine leaves
You have to pity your fangs and print your hair, but Chai Fei never leaves.
Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot will go out of the wall.
spring
Ju Hee Song
Winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, the boundless scene is new for a while.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
"Remember jiangnan? Good Jiangnan "
Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has always been familiar.
At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and the river is as green as the blue of spring.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong.
Drink a cup of spring bamboo leaves in May 9th, and dance with five girls and get drunk with hibiscus.
Will we meet again sooner or later?
Fourth, poems about winter.
Winter has returned to Laoshan.
Tang Libai
Without washing and dyeing the dust tassels, I returned to Fang lawn.
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Cold leaves are exhausted first, but Leng Yun is not exhausted.
Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river.
White dogs bark in the village and moss grows on the walls.
If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room.
The bird's nest is in the Woods, but hedges are a way to get rid of wild animals.
Blowing out of bed, the squirrel left, and the fish was surprised.
Wash the inkstone, repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-virginity.
I will go again at this time, to Sanqing.
It snows at night
Tang Bai Juyi
I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window lit up again.
I know it snows heavily at night, and I sometimes hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Jiang Xue.
Liutang Zongyuan
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Biedongda
Don
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
Yongmei.
Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow from afar, only the fragrance comes.
Xue Mei
Song 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 piece of Mei Xiang.
Winter pastoral scenery
Fan Song Chengda
Let the boat idle to watch the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind will freeze to the bone and freeze late.
Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice.
winter
sea
The clouds are frozen before the snow, and the plum blossoms will not bloom.
Running water, small bridges, mountain temples, bamboo fences, thatched cottages.
Winter has begun.
Wang Ming Deng Zhi
Autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and yellow leaves pass by.
A small Zen lamp for half a month, today is colder than last night.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Tang Censhen
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.