I only saw a wisp of drizzle and wind flying by, and in this way, your pretty cheeks were blown pink by apricot flowers and red by peach blossoms. In this way, you awakened the dream of sleeping for thousands of years and began to set foot on a new footprint.
Before you get dressed in summer, the sun is burning your heart, bearing the entrustment of spring, and you are carefully guarding your first promise. In the afternoon, the dark clouds swam across the clear sky, and then shed a touching tear, washing away the tired dust on the farmers' shoulders.
At this time, the newly withered shoots of the branches have given birth to new life. In the chirp of crickets, the figure was slowly elongated, elongated ... People in the crops waved sickles and hoes gnawed by years, and wrote some distant hopes with the poet's pen. Autumn sent away the last ray of hot sunshine in summer. You held the hand of the seed and helped you through two seasons.
Just for the golden fruits hanging on the branches everywhere and the simple smiling faces of farmers in the fields. I can clearly see that their eyes are full of tears of joy.
Finally, the ears of wheat in the rice field quietly climbed to the top of the former seedlings, bending the leaves; Also bend the reaper's back pressure and bend the shoulder pole. You comforted the sweat of farmers who have traveled for a long time with a bumper harvest.
Swallows flying in the south, whose leaves have fallen back to their roots, were sent away from the treetops by you, spitting out a trace of white fog affectionately, covering up the footprints at home, leaving only blue sky and long memories. Whose winter ended the last season of 360 days, the snowflakes falling on the top of the mountain? Is it a cold current blowing on the roof? Or, the thick cotton-padded jacket on the villagers.
Who is it, quietly sweeping away the colorful prosperity of the past, or a bug sleeping secretly in the ground? Is it the lazy dying sun? Or, a light tree that has been busy all his life? I can no longer see the apricot flowers dancing in the setting sun, and I can't hear the drizzle that moistens the girl's heart in the small building. Looking back suddenly, you have fulfilled your last promise, grabbed an endless handful of white snow, sprinkled it all over the earth, and continued to lead the songs that are not old.
In the biting cold wind, wait, wait … wait for the next spring. I am looking for you in the wind of early spring/even if you are far away at sea, you can feel my dazzling persistence/the faint fragrance of flowers dancing with the wind/with my affectionate cry/when a flower falls in front of you/please bow your head/you know/that is the guiding sign of my soul/I will follow it! I followed the midsummer rain to find you/Even though there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan/You can still touch my deep concern/Like the summer rain/If a drop of rain falls on your cheek/Please call my name/You know/That's the last tear I shed for you/I will follow it! I look at you along the frost in late autumn/I look forward to being with you before your promise fades/If you look at it at dusk/There is a touch of afterglow of the sunset shining on you/It makes you feel very hot/Please open your eyes/You know/That's the last ray of light from my eyes looking for you/I will fly with the light of your eyes! I want to hug you in the winter snow/when you pray for me in white piety/the world of soul is covered with thick snow/waiting for your warmth to melt/I will pick the budding Saussurea involucrata on the Tianshan Mountains/tie it at your beginning/then step on the winter snow with your hand/follow the autumn frost/follow the summer rain/walk towards the spring breeze/cross all the year round/follow my dripping footprints/take you back! ..... dusty in spring, summer, autumn and winter > I'm waiting for you in the wind in early spring/there are orange wildflowers in my bun/even at the ends of the earth/you will see this dazzling persistence/the wind blowing/the fragrance of wildflowers holding you in your dream/the person in the dream/when the soft moonlight gently pours on your bedside/do you know/is that the feeling of my coming quietly? I'm waiting for you in the midsummer rain/with a familiar pink umbrella in my hand/even though Qianshan is separated by water/you will hear trembling sadness/wind chimes ringing/that's my bitter call/ringing/floating through one figure after another/but familiar figures/that can give me a clear sky/never appear/don't you really know/that the rain that jumped into your eyes/is me. I am waiting for you in the late autumn frost/with your faded promise in my mouth/Shan Ye/rich golden color/reflecting my haggard mercilessly/if I am in the afterglow of sunset/my waiting withers/it will only wither into a red leaf of Xiangshan/draw a beautiful arc in the vast sky/turn my deep affection into a cup of fragrant mud/wait for your near-life excavation and pity! I'm waiting for you in the snow in the middle of winter/I'm wearing white piety/the world in my heart is so spotless/the frozen story is as lonely as ever/the budding snow lotus on Tianshan Mountain/the lovesickness I precipitated/silently waiting for your distant gathering/how many times I imagined/when you appeared in front of me with sunshine/how I burst into tears ... waiting for you/I was standing in the still scenery/the sun, the moon and the stars were there. Wind, thunder, rain and snow are laughing and cursing in my ears/Walking around me in spring, summer, autumn and winter/Flowers and trees are snuggling at my feet/And I/am still waiting for your arrival with an eternal attitude! ! ! [Original 2006-04-11:17: 48] Publisher: lpsy (1) When the spring breeze from Xu He blows, I will. By the gurgling brook, listen to the beautiful piano sound of Qingxi; In the willow forest where Liu Siman dances, enjoy the singing and whispering of birds; Under the smiling peach tree, looking at the purples of the tree, counting the fragrant petals, looking up at the new branches hanging green; Walking into the green wheat field, I watched the young man who watered me pass by with a big smile, and the peasant girl who smiled like a bell, fertilizing the soil on the ridge; In the warm farmhouse, I am listening: March cultivation, April sowing, summer wheat harvest, autumn red fruit, winter granary.
Spring is the season of sowing and the season of hope.
2. Write modern poems and ancient poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter;
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
10. Spring Garden can't be closed. (Ye Shaoweng's "Garden without Value")
Summer in the poem:
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing")
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun's "Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu's Summer Sigh)
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu's "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang's "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Xiuting sends China to send Wang Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda's Xi Qing)
9. Qingjiang Baocun, Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu's "Village")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan's "Dark Days in March")
Mid-autumn festival in poetry;
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao (looking at the sea))
If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao "Wind")
Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")
4. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ")
5. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu (quatrains))
6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. (Liu Yuguo's "Looking at Dongting"
7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)
8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (autumn night in Mutu)
9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much is known about the past. (Li Yu "Yu Meiren")
10. I want to say that I am still resting, but I say it is a cool autumn. (Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave? The book Boshan was attacked.
Winter in poetry:
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop)
2. The autumn moon shines on the ground, and the winter ridge is cold and loose. (Tao Yuanming's Four Seasons)
3. The neighbors in the south are even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (1October 28th land tour storm)
4. Make haste in winter tonight, and get older tomorrow. (Dong Sigong's "Shou Sui")
5. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Jue's Four Qi Poems)
When the winter comes, all the flowers are gone? (Chen Yi "Mei")
7. I don't know if the spraying has started recently, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei called it "early plum")
8. It is foolish but precious for children to learn to be neighbors in winter. (Lu You's Autumn in the Suburb)
9. Every winter solstice in Handan Post, there will be a shadow in front of the hug lamp to accompany you. (Missing on a winter night pretending to be Iraq)
10. The weather and personnel are urging each other. The winter solstice is sunny and spring is coming again. (Du Fu's Xiao Ling)
3. Describe the ancient poems and modern poems of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and learn a little about the ancient poems of spring, summer, autumn and winter, Wu Jiangxue's palindrome, English Liu Tiannong, Chun Qing jathyapple Ming.
Xiang Lian has clear water, cool air and a long summer.
In autumn, Chu Yan stays in the shallow water of the sandbar.
The red stove is full of charcoal and the cold wind is used to keep out the cold. Four poems in four seasons ` ~
Birds sing like green willows, and willows are bright.
On a moonlit night, I love spring willow, and I love spring willow green warbler.
In spring,
Xiang Lian has clear water and cool air, and water and cool air have a long summer.
In the long summer, the cool wind moves the water, the cool wind moves the water, and the water is fragrant. Summer's ~ take someone else's ~
4. Recommend several modern poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter respectively, and one describing spring, summer, autumn and winter respectively, as follows:
spring
spring breeze
Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei
Spring breeze, like a distinguished guest, is prosperous as soon as it arrives.
Come and sweep the snow in front of the mountain and leave all the flowers behind.
explain
Spring breeze is like a distinguished guest. Wherever it goes, it will immediately become prosperous.
When the spring breeze blows, it melts the snow in Qian Shan, leaving flowers from all over the world.
summer
Jiuquanzi Xie Que teaches.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.
The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.
explain
On that moonlit night, the white camellia withered. The incense has been burned out, but I haven't fallen asleep yet. The early crow has begun to crow, and it is another sleepless night.
Don't lean on the railing and look far away. The sight that the lights are going to burn out and the geese are still flying is the saddest!
autumn
On the river
Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen
How about Chuwei Road in Wutou? Misty rain and eyes secretly.
Crossing the river in the cold wave at night, the forest is full of Yan Huang.
explain
Is the road in the land of Wu Tou Chu Wei bumpy or smooth? In the drizzle, it slowly enters the late autumn, and the river in autumn rises and falls secretly.
Crossing the river in the cold wave at night is full of yellow leaves and geese.
winter
After the snow in the mountains
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.
There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
explain
As soon as I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the top of the mountain had been covered by a heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared, and the light of the rising sun has become cold through the faint white clouds.
The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum branches in the yard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a deserted atmosphere!
5. Write modern poems and ancient poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter. Qiantang Lake Spring Tour (Tang Dynasty) Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low water level.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. One spring day, Zhu Shengtian was looking for the fragrance of Surabaya. At that time, he knew that the east wind was full of colors. It's always spring in the east of this city, while it's early spring in Juyuan Yang. In the spring, the green willows and yellow are half uneven. If you stay in the forest and the flowers are like brocade, you are a flower watcher when you go out. -
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky. Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool Day": chasing the cool outside the willow with a coffin and painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool at Summer Night": The night is as hot as the afternoon, and the door is bright.
Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind. In midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
-Sui Yang Xiuzhi's "Autumn Poems" Bamboo in front of the sunshine window and dew in the back garden; Night bugs help build bricks, and lamp moths fly around candles. Yu Xin, a poem in late autumn, is beautiful.
Looking at the cold stage. Wet court condensation and dew.
The wind blew away the locust tree. The weather is oblique and cold.
Clouds at night are more hazy. Poor goose population.
It's a little far. A lotus in the autumn pond, with a red spike, has fallen to autumn in white, and Ling Bo alone spits red.
If you want, you will go with the wind. A thousand footpaths without footprints, and a hundred mountains without birds.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak.
Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar.
Tang Mengjiao's ode to bitter cold.
6. A modern poem describing spring, summer, autumn and winter. Sigh of spring: I grew up silently, cherishing a century-old dream just for haste. You can stop and stare at me for a while and open it quietly. It becomes a colorful butterfly and falls in the cold morning. Don't surround me with your enthusiasm. In your burning eyes, I have nowhere to run. Why should I run away? Let me melt into a wisp of smoke. Fortunately, your head lingered for a long time. Don't use yours. I'm in your hurricane hug, and I'm in pieces. How do you know that I am willing to break into pieces and sleep soundly on your silent chest? After May, my thoughts are still growing through the shade, and summer is getting more and more melancholy. Autumn water is the lonely watch of Iraqis. Don't look back, don't look back, hurt the soul of winter. I used to be a happy spirit, dancing freely between heaven and earth, with no intention of awakening your lonely soul.
7. A modern poem of spring, summer, autumn and winter: "I hug you, spring" Author: Xu Dang, the snowflake indifferent to the memory, washed the faded negative with green, and let your beautiful image appear among the flowers.
You have a beautiful spring, spring breeze combs your long hair, spring rain embellishes your smile, spring scenery outlines your clothes, spring scenery embellishes your beauty, and you outline bright flowers. You call back the geese flying south, the whispering birds, telling the blessings of spring, the green willows by the river, the yearning of boys and girls, I hug you, spring.
Two: "Spirit of Spring" Author: As far away as Chang 'an, you brushed away the cold in winter with that light dance, dyed Yuan Ye with new green, and excited the glaciers with exultation. The grass looks up and laughs, while the flowers stay red.
You sang the clear sky in spring with that beautiful melody. Send warmth to the world, spread affection to the earth, breathe out Qian Shan green, and remind all living things.
Spring wind, spring spirit, you are the messenger of spring, you are the guide of happiness. Hundreds of millions of people follow you and ride the wind and waves to success.
Three: "The Taste of Summer" Author: After I became a peach blossom in the fourth year, the summer heat was better than the summer heat, and more sweat disappeared out of thin air. In June, I stopped all the noise and agitation, and along the moonlight of a bay lotus pond, my original thoughts came back, and the lotus leaves in my memory began to smell fragrant. The smell of the village is fresh and quiet, surrounded by lush trees, the breeze is curling, and the cicada is secluded. At this moment, how pure the world is! Pastoral, flowing water, cooking smoke, simple and beautiful.
In the sunset, the shepherd boy's piccolo is elegant and long. The jointing sound of corn seedlings is beautiful, and the gardenia is romantic.
The wet and rainy countryside in July is dotted with too much simplicity and kindness. After unloading a long-term guilt, I felt at ease on a quiet night. What is more important than my inner peace? And a little lower, a little lower, listen, more voices, such as love, such as sincerity, not far away, there is maturity and hope! Four: "Summer filariasis" Author: July filariasis in Shen, a city in a heat wave, a corner of a hot street. A girl in a blue skirt is looking for it.
A under the greenwood tree, in the suburbs, on the burning Yuan Ye, a shepherd boy, driving a flock of white clouds of sheep, is running to a cool river not far away. Five: "This Autumn" Author: Qingtianjian This autumn came later than any previous autumn, and of course it lived longer.
My thoughts, the wings of this autumn, the sky is a little thin and the maple forest is very thick. The rainbow in the last song is the retention of the sunset. The sadness is too strong and the moonlight is quiet. What are we counting? Time is still the star above you. This autumn is louder than every previous autumn, and of course it is chic. My fantasy, this autumn's eyes, the ground is a little foggy, and cotton has turned purple. What have we forgotten, time, or the road under our feet? This autumn is more leisurely than every previous autumn, and of course it is also a leisurely life. My ending, the destination of this autumn, some memories in my mind, chrysanthemums turning yellow, some boats in the river, tall and straight sails, and finally the joy of winter, excessive enthusiasm, snow snuggling, we are busy. Six: "Snow-free Winter" Author: Brother Beifeng, who is happy in the sea of ice, doesn't know where to go. Is it blocked by thick clouds? This winter, he has no time to visit, leaving only his gentle and lovely sister Beifeng, who occasionally loses his temper, rolls up dust and scatters it into the sky.
Sister Snowflake is gone, too. Is it because the black smoke from the tall chimney makes you cry gently? I forgot to come to this world, and I couldn't see the sparkling ice, let alone the children's party in the snow. How can those children write praise for snow? Winter without snow is like a dish without salt.
It's hard to get used to. People who are used to the cold are saying that the warm and dry air in winter makes people look forward to snow. Perhaps people still don't understand that they have caused terrible changes in nature and made the world warmer. Maybe one day, polar bears can't find their homes, so what should Antarctic penguins do? Let's act quickly to protect our lovely home. Let's start from a little bit, let the clouds in the sky disappear, and give us a beautiful winter.