Xia: An egret flies in the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
Autumn: The moon is full of hope tonight. I wonder whose house Qiu Si will stay in.
Winter: autumn moon on the ground, Han Xiusong's winter ridge.
Hua: Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Red: Falling red is not a heartless thing. Turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Liu: The best time is the spring of the year. At that time, in the Imperial Capital, there are cigarettes and willows.
Green: Spring breeze is green. Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?