Pool: Wildfire won't completely burn them. They will grow taller again in the spring breeze.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Spring: In the spring morning, I wake up easily, surrounded by birds singing (Meng Haoran)
Summer: Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head (Yang Wanli)
Autumn: a good year must be remembered, just when it is orange and green (Su Dongpo)
Winter: the wind turns to snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails. There is no such sound in the garden. (Nalan Xingde)