Spring Spring Author: Zhu Xi The beautiful sun brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors. Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake Author: Bai Juyi North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is not enough to travel eastward, with green poplar shades and white sand embankment. Happy rain on a spring night. Author: Du Fu Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Ode to the Willow / Willow Branches Author: He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Moonlight Night / Night Moon Author: Liu Fangping The moonlight is darker than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen. Xia Xiaochi Author: Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. I left Jingci Temple at dawn to see Lin Zifang off. Author: Yang Wanli After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Summer in the Mountains Author: Li Bai Lazy swinging the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze. Summer in the Mountain Pavilion Author: Gao Pian The summer is long in the shade of green trees, and the reflection of the tower is into the pond. The water curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with the fragrance of roses. Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous · Part 7 Author: Fan Chengda I work in the fields during the day and work on hemp at night, and the children in the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Autumn Autumn Poems Author: Liu Yuxi Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. Autumn Eve Author: Du Mu The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch Altair and Vega. Autumn Thoughts Author: Zhang Ji When I see the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I feel the desire to be a writer. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. In the Mountains Author: Wang Wei White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. Mountain Walk Author: Du Mu Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people's homes deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. Winter Jiangxue Author: Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow Author: Liu Changqing At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. Night Snow Author: Bai Juyi I was surprised that my pillow was cold, but I saw the bright window again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan. Author: Zu Yong. The mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. The forest shows its bright color, and the city becomes colder at dusk. After Snow in the Mountains Author: Zheng Xie When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow. The snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.