2. Poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter each have five lines of spring:
1, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. -Han Yu's Early Spring
2. In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
3. The Silk River with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud beside the Jade Peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present. -Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"
4. The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall. -Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
Summer:
1, the next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus reflected in the sun is not the same red. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
2. Xiao He only showed a sharp corner, on which stood a dragonfly. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool
3, the bright moon does not surprise magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
4. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. -Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
5, rustling clothes towels falling jujube flowers, Zhaizhanzhai north ring car. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha"
Autumn:
1, I'll come back when there is a holiday in the mountains and it's chrysanthemum time. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
2. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.
3, stop to sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February. -Du Fu's "Mountain Walk"
4, silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. -Mutu's autumn night
5. Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. -Liu Yuxi's autumn poems
Winter:
1, Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off Xuanyuan terrace. -Li Bai's Popular North
2. The vast sea churned and dried up, and ice cloud bleak and Wan Li condensed. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
3. The north wind rolled the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
I don't know if the trees in the garden are really plums. -Oriental Qiu "Chun Xue"
5, heaven and man than Xu Qiao, cut water flying flowers. -Lu Chang's "Surprised Snow"
3. The aestheticism of love includes "spring, summer, autumn and winter, sunrise, sunset and snow". The aestheticism of love includes "spring, summer, autumn and winter, sunrise, sunset and snow";
1. Embrace the sunrise and sunset, accompany you to see colorful leaves, accompany you to see the winding of branches and vines, accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter, accompany you to see the scenery you want, and accompany you to enjoy the prosperity of snowflake fragrance.
2. Drink for you to persuade the sunset and leave a late photo for the flowers. -Song Qi's "Yulouchun".
3. When you are in bloom, you always look at the oriental monarch. -Yan Rui's "Bu Operator, Not Love Sex"
4. I miss this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, I hold the world of mortals, I am in the morning and evening, and the word is love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Step on the broken sadness, close your eyes and can't remember your complete smile. At this time, it began to snow in my world.
Extension: a poem about love
1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"
2, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. _ _ _ _ Five Farewell Poems by Yuan Zhen (4)
3, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know. _ _ _ _ Two Wennan Gezi/New Poems
4. I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home. _ _ _ _ Li Chi Ngai's "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River"
5. I hope to be single-minded and never give up. _ _ _ _ Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
6. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"
7, the mountain has no mausoleum, and the river is exhausted. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens! _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Thank you"
8. Come into my lovesick door and know that I miss you. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"
9. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Queqiao Fairy Qiao Yun
10, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? _ _ _ _ Yuan Haowen's Touching Fish, Ci/Mai Beitang "
reference data
The Complete Works of Ancient Poetry and Literature: http://www.gushiwen.org/shiju/aiqing.aspx
There is a poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter. There is a poem about spring: 1. Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot goes out of the wall. Ye Shaoweng Garden is not worth two thousand Li, and the water village is full of flowers and wine. Du Mu's quatrain 3, There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and Duck Prophet Su Shi Hui Chong's "Spring River Sutra" 4. Spring is coming-besides firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su. Wang Anshi's "January Day" 6. Spring Rain-The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Song Lin 'an Spring Rain Ji Chu 7 —— Jiang Nanan Spring Breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Wang Anshi boating in Guazhou 8, spring. Wei's "Xixi on Chuzhou" (10), spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like Li Yu's "Yu Meiren" (1 1), spring return-falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Gong Zizhen's Poems on the Sea is written like this. As soon as the river showed its sharp corner, the dragonfly had already stood on its head. Yang Wanli Xiaochi 3, Daoxiangli said there was a good harvest and you could hear frogs. The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" 4. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Zhao Shixiu's invitation 5. Plums are yellow and sunny, and streams are full of mountains. Once, on Tri-Qu Road, frost leaves were red in February. On the trip to Dumushan 2, I saw my guests off on Xunyang River, where maple leaves and mature rushes rustled in autumn. Bai Juyi pipa line 3, rustling west wind all over the courtyard, cold butterflies are hard to come. It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to blow it down in the north wind. Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum" 4. The autumn wind is bleak, Hongbo surges up Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea", and Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha" pear flower with a small bridge and flowing water is covered with a pile of snow. Who will come to the railing to drink next winter? 2. A boat, a bamboo coat, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue, Liu Zongyuan's 3, the north wind rolled white grass and broke, In the snow crossed the sky of Tatar, and Bai Xuege sent Tian Shuji Wu home. 4, Just like the strong wind in spring, thousands of trees blossomed pear blossoms overnight. Cen Can snow song sent military judges back to Beijing for five thousand miles, and the north wind blew geese and snow in succession. Gao Shi, don't move big 6, Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats. The fragment of Li Bai's "Journey to the North" was in Xuanyuantai 7, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass. A song of white snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home, leaving only the hoofprint 8, which passed through the snow in Qinling Mountains and the snow embraced the garden. Han Yu's "Moving Left to the Blue Gate to Show Grandnephew's Neck" 9. Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the Tiema Glacier dreamed of Su Shi's "The Wind and Rain on November 4th".
5. Poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter describe the famous ancient poems of spring: Spring Festival Evening Green Field Show, Rock High and White Clouds Show: Beauty.
Tun: Stay and gather. In Peng Li Hukou written by Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, spring grass grows in the pond, and willow in the garden becomes songbirds: songbirds change species.
Winter has gone and spring has come, and birds have changed. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool and Going Upstairs" made Chunzhou full of birds and birds, and made Chunzhou miscellaneous: the spring is full on the sandbar.
Mixed English; All kinds of flowers. Fangdian: rural areas.
Xie Tiao, Liang of the Southern Dynasties, sent a message in "Going to Wangjing Town in the Evening", saying that it will be sunny in Los Angeles next year and return to Los Angeles: Luoyang City. Windy days: spring scenery.
Tao: Say. In Du Fu's Spring in Beijing, there are more flowers in the forest and the grass is still growing. In February, the lake is clear, and every family is singing in spring. In the spring of Haoran in Beijing, Wen Daochun had not met yet. He went to visit Han Mei. Tang Li Bai's "Sending Wang Hanyang in Early Spring" ended in a cold note, and the spring breeze willows belong to Tang Li Bai's "Eight Poems in the Palace". Send flowers to my branches. Tang Li Bai remembers the mountains at sunset, and the east wind will rain and dew, which makes people spring on earth. Tang Libai's Send Qi 'ang to Bazhong, Xianyang in February and March, Gong Liu Jinzhi Tang Libai's Antique, Spring Grass Like Love, Mountain Full of Green, Tang Libai's Golden Gate Answering Su Xiucai, the petals float with the wind and smell far with the flowing water. Liu Tang Xu Shen's Katy is accompanied by spring, and snow is a hill in Liu Tang, Xu Shen.
In Cotti, Liu Tang Xu Shen, no flowers fall on trees, and birds crow all the way in spring. Tang Lihua's Improvisation of Spring describes ancient poems and famous sentences in summer: the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon slowly rises in the lake in the east. Open my window, lie down calmly and write down the cool scenery of sunset, moon and summer night.
Tang Menghao's "Summer in the South Pavilion" In summer, the pond fades and the trees cool early. Summer Night in Tang Shen is short in midsummer, slightly bitter in night, and cool in porch: window. Tang Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh" is green and quiet in the daytime, and the solitary flower indicates the solitary flower in spring: a flower.
Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer. You Kai Yuan Jing She by Wu Ying, Tang Wei, collected the summer heat in the remnant clouds, and the new rain brought autumn haze: fog.
Tang Cen Can's "Shuige sends Huayin Wang Shaofu to the county" began with the yin qi in midsummer, and autumn is like a cloud. Half midsummer: half midsummer, half lunar May. Seats: The way the wind blows.
Tang Hanyu's "Send Master Liu's Clothes" has been finished, and Xin Qiuyan takes Tang's "Banquet". The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. Crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the courtyard was full of fragrant crystal curtains: Describe the balcony reflection as crystal curtains in the water, Ming Che.
Tang Gao's "Mountain Pavilion Summer" is drizzling and fine grass hanging on the wall, and the wind on the water returns to the settlement. Zhang Tang's "Summer Veteran Lin Ting" shows that warm wind makes wheat fragrant in sunny days, and green grass wins flowers when wheat is fragrant: the taste of wheat harvest. Flowering time: bloom time.
Wang Song Anshi's Early Summer is a Thing. Why do you hate it when Fang Fei is gone? Summer wood is just a pleasant fragrance: fragrant flowers and plants. Cute: suitable for people.
Close "Black Sky in March" The wind is old, the warbler is young, the rain is fat, and the Li Shuqing Circle in the afternoon: the laudatory name of a tree. It means that young warblers grow up in the breeze, and abundant rain moistens plums. At noon, a cool round shade was formed under the tree.
Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Square Xia Jing" in Song Dynasty, after the rain, the lotus flowers are full of fragrance, and the magical pumpkins are cool. Divine pumpkin: melons and fruits are soaked in cold water. The drowsy weather in Yuan's Memories of Wang Ci is getting longer and longer. Song notes Shu Zhen's "Landscape" cloud: "Xie Que Haitang flies to the end, and the longer he is trapped."
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly In the Song Dynasty, the four seasons in Fan Chengda were idyllic, and the breeze broke Xia San Day. In Wang Hui's Crossing Shagou Store, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao Shi Xiu's date: "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the chess pieces and die. "
Red and purple turn into dust one after another, and in the sound of cuckoo, Xia Xin is red and purple: it refers to all kinds of flowers. Song Lu You's quatrain in early summer: "Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person. "A famous poem describing autumn: the sunset chases Qi Fei alone, and the autumn waters are the same color: the name of a bird, the name of a wild duck.
Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei. A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color.
Don Wang Bo's Preface to Autumn Knee Farewell: The trees are all autumn, and the hills are just shining. Looking up to the sky in Tang dynasty, autumn geese send Changfeng, and I face them at this villa and drink my wine. Han: You can drink as you like. Don Li Bai's Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou Farewell to the Minister howled in August and autumn, and it was a three-story thatch in my house. Tang Du Fu's Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage is beautiful, and first frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red. Tang Yu-Liu's two poems talk about autumn, and the night of the day is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and weaving stars: the steps in the palace.
Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu, the autumn shadow lingers, and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the rain. Although it was autumn, it was cloudy for several days, so there was no serious frost. The dry load in the later period also came out from this.
Shang Tang-Yin's "Love Luoting in Cuizhou" wakes people up in the middle of the night, and the lotus leaves are full of autumn wind. No sleep. "Autumn Night" Gong "Autumn Night" The sky is blue, with yellow leaves, continuous waves of autumn colors, cold waves and thick smoke. Song Zhongyan's Su Mu Man has a good year to remember, especially when it is orange and green: it refers to the season at the turn of autumn and winter.
Shi Zhi, an ancient poem describing winter, said: The moon shines on the snow, the north wind is strong, and the north wind is sad. Strengths: violence.
Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.
Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home is unknown. It is suspected that the court opened last night: the snow fell in the courtyard.
The Snow in the Garden by Tang Song Wenzhi was swallowed up by the sound of water ice, and the snow in the sand road was flat. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way to Visit the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is a vast expanse of whiteness, with cold air and snowflakes as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.
Tang Du Fu's "Making Snow" was so cold that his clothes were torn and his fingers could not be tied straight.
6. Poems describing spring, summer, autumn, winter and spring: "Singing Willow" He Biyu hangs down as a tapestry of countless strands of moss. I don't know who cut the beautiful leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"It's not worth going to the park." Ye Shaoweng should pity his fangs and print his hair, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
"Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? "Riverside Scenery in Hui Chong" Su Shi has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo. He is a prophet of warm ducks in Riverside.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Recalling Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Pear blossoms are full of snow and spring, and the powder fragrance reached the horizon last night.
I feel sorry for you. I was slightly wet by the rain and accompanied by a blue shirt for a long time. A tree breeze deceives the national color, and several moonlight screens.
Now I'm standing on the east coast, remembering how Iraqis spend their spring. Spring in Tang Xin is sad and empty. I reached out my hands, what I lost and what I caught. Reading like a saint in a cold hut can't save me from my long loneliness and make people crazy. Who am I going to kill next How many famous emperors have I buried in my imagination? In fact, I would like to be a happy hooligan in a hat. Whistling and wandering around on a broken car, maybe I should roar, maybe I should sneer, maybe I should lie down and have a good sleep. In spring, ten Haizi and ten Haizi all came back to life in the beautiful scenery, laughing at this barbaric and sad Haizi. How long have you slept? In spring, ten Haizi growled around you, danced with me, messed up your black hair by singing, and rode away on you. The dust is flying, and the pain of your division permeates the land of spring. This is the only Haizi who brutally retaliates. The last one is children of the night, immersed in the winter, unable to extricate himself, loving the empty and cold countryside with high grain piles. Half covered with windows, a family of six. Half of them eat and eat for agriculture. They breed strong winds from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn. What do you mean by dawn? In spring, I think of Yu Guangzhong's spring, and I think of Jiangnan in Tang poetry. When I was nine, I picked mulberry leaves in it. Dragonflies are caught inside (you can go back from Keelung Port). Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao reminds me of Lotus Lake, Linghu Lake and Crab Lake, as well as the small battlefields of King Wu and King Yue in Jiangnan (the war is beautiful enough). Shi has escaped. Fan Li is gone. In the spring of Jiangnan (it takes three hours to fly from Songshan), I think of Jiangnan with weeping willows everywhere. After walking through Liu Di, many of my cousins are still the same. Even if they meet in the south of the Yangtze River (where the clouds spray for three hours), they will not accompany me to pick lotus and ling. Even if we meet, we will meet in Jiangnan, where there is my mother's Easter in Xinghua Village in Jiangnan (there is a restaurant). It's my mother, Tomb-Sweeping Day, a little girl in the south of the Yangtze River who hasn't come back to life, calling me. Call me at Yuantong Temple, call me here in the Strait, call me there in the Strait, in Jiangnan, where there are many temples, pavilions, kites and bells (standing in Keelung Port, I think-I can't go back if I want to ... Yu Jian has been waiting for them to call me all spring. I think they will call me all spring. I listened nervously to the noise outside the house. I hear the wind moving. On hearing the strange noise, I jumped up and opened the door. I stood at the door for a long time. I thought they would come and let my mother realize that I was restless and look at me gently. I can't. Tell her something, so I have to pick her up and pass me my medicine. I think they came to call me. Spring has arrived. It's a sunny day. The birds rushed in through the window with their hands in the sky. I think they will call me until the bird leaves the tree. This spring, the first person to see running water flowing from grass buds in Shengxing will be blessed with good health and good luck. It is the thawed ice crying for pain, but blind brothers, blind brothers, how many times do I have to explain in my ear before this fictional beauty will appear in your heart? Is it that the princess of this small town is answering questions in Mandarin in the middle school classroom at the moment, waiting for the incident that the murderer cut the body into pieces and threw it into the mechanical well in the suburban wheat field? Almost at the same time, I predicted that it was time for wolves to abandon evil and promote good. I heard that even mice gave birth to disgusting babies. A child makes more mistakes, which makes him happy. Happiness is that a child can't enter your eyes. Three hundred and sixty-five Zhuangzi flock to spring, and it is absolutely impossible to form a phalanx. The shepherd fell in love with a lovely ewe. Unexpectedly, this is a new trend of a hillbilly. I don't need to be melodramatic and get carried away. It should be admitted that the old will continue to be old, and the new will be updated, just like the life in spring is new and how old her name is. In spring, Xu Yong swallows returned and sang under the eaves that the river had thawed. A sudden blood, a sudden wound, a blank in my heart, is also in the pain of awakening. This is a season of increasing trust, and giving means greater gains. Sometimes I am silent, which makes me fall into deeper silence. For us, the best way to study something is to be in it. Spring is a typical example. Swallows in spring fly over my head, and rivers in spring flow with my blood. The land in spring carries deep plowshares, which are engraved in my heart. A series of scars spring makes me know more about life. My mother has the vegetable basket. My neighbor's sister is busy preparing for the wedding. Spring makes me more willing to be moved by ordinary things. In addition, some plantains in great demand have all died. A sharp axe.
The saw sent away the change, and some trees trying to grow tall whispered to each other. In the sky around the slope, the faint sun shook dozens of gold threads like picking up teeth on a rotating gear. This is a dangerous 800-mile spring, just like a huge silent pipe. Make everything in the south of the Yangtze River smoke. The waterwheel rotates day and night, and the outline of kapok bluestone on both sides of the river builds a home. The breeze is like a straw rope tied with cow smoke, and it moves quickly.
In the village dictionary, I have noticed that the moon has fallen into the water.
7. Six ancient poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter:
1, Hui Chong Chunjiang night scene
(Song) Su Shi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
2. Jiang Nanchun
(Tang) Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
3. Xiao Chun
(Tang) Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
4. quatrains
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
In five days, the street was crisp and crisp, but the grass color was far and near.
This is the biggest advantage of a Spring Festival, which is better than the smoke willow full of emperors-
-Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring is Member Zhang of the Ministry of Water Resources"
Step 6 chant willow
He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Ancient poems describing summer:
1, Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous
(Song) Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
2. What do you see?
(Qing) Yuan Mei
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
Step 3: Koike
(Song) 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.
4. In the swimming pool
(Tang) Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
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Ancient poems describing autumn:
1, on foot
(Tang) Du Mu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
2. Wang Dongting
(Tang) Liu Yuxi
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
3. Autumn Ci
Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
4. Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Step 5 cross the village for the elderly
meng haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
6. Autumn night
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.
Ancient poems describing winter:
Jiang Xue 1
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
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. plum blossom
(Song) Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
3. The owner of Furong Mountain stays in the snow.
(Tang) Liu Changqing
The sun is far away, and the house is poor in cold weather.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
4. Don't be big.
Gaoshi
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
5. Look at the snow peaks in Central South China
Zuyong
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
6. Recall Hu Jushi's home to Xue in the evening.
The colder it is, the louder it is. At dawn, I look at my aging face in the mirror for the first time. Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains.
The drifting air makes the long alley quiet, and the snow-covered snow scene makes people realize the spacious leisure in the yard. Excuse me, how are you at home? It must be calm, and it's still tight to live in Chai Men.