"Outside the Eighteen Members of the Water Ministry in Early Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. "Spring Outing Song" by Wang Ya, Tang Dynasty There are thousands of apricot trees by the river, and the wind is newly blooming all night. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves. "Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty There is no youth in the new year, and I am surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. "Spring Festival" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are red and light. The day is long, the male bird is alone, and the spring is far away. Poems about summer
"Sigh on a Summer Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The sun never sets, the heat poisons my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
With false brightness, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.
No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions.
Remember Bihogos and guard the frontier in his poor years.
Why do we look at each other in the heat of the wash?
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although the body is covered with bruises, it is better to return home early.
The north city is filled with sorrow and storks are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, it becomes better when thinking intensely.
"The First Summer"
Tang Bai Juyi
In Meng Xia, everything is flourishing, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.
Elks enjoy deep forests, and insects and snakes enjoy abundant grass.
The flying birds love the dense leaves, and the swimming scales love the new algae.
The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered.
I am at the end of the world, my flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies.
What's the use of being worried? It's just self-indulgence.
It’s better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy.
There are many fine wines in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry.
The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion.
Go to the temple in the morning and get drunk on the island in the lake at dusk.
Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever?
"The South Pavilion is full of emotions in summer"
Tang Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming at night.
"Mengxia"
Jiayan of Tang Dynasty
In Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra.
Poems about Autumn
"Midnight Autumn Song"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day will the barbarians be pacified? The good man will stop his expedition.
"Climbing the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The river city is like a painting, with mountains at dawn and a clear sky.
The rain catches the bright mirror, and the rainbow falls on the twin bridges.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the old sycamores are in autumn colors.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind.
"Autumn Night Song"
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
The autumn dew of Gui Po is weak when he is born, and his light clothes are already thin and have not been changed.
The silver zither has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and cannot bear to return to the empty room.
"Autumn Evening"
Tang Du Mu
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
"Climbing High"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhu.
Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my new wine glass becomes muddy.
"Staying on the Jiande River"
Tang Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
Poems about winter
"Snow on the River"
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A lone man with a coir raincoat fishing in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Farewell to Dong Da"
Tang Gaoshi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
"Ode to Plum Blossoms"
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
It is not snow that I know from afar, only the faint fragrance comes.
"Snowy Plum"
Lu Meipo in Song Dynasty
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
"Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
Let the boat go and watch the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind is still and strangely cold, and it becomes more condensed in the evening.
I sit and listen to a pole of broken pearls and jade, unaware that the lake has turned into ice.
"Winter"
Mingkanghai
The clouds are frozen but the snow has not yet snowed, and the plum blossoms are thin but have not yet bloomed.
Liushui Xiaoqiaoshan Temple, bamboo fences and thatched houses.
"The Beginning of Winter"
Ming Wang Zhideng
The autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and the yellow leaves and red maples pass by.
A little Zen lantern lights up the half-moon. It's colder tonight than last night.
"Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Tang Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the snow falls in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Dusk snow falls one after another under the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.