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 flowers, 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.
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 through the trail.
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.
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 in 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.
Spring:
A butterfly in love with flowers
Yan Shu
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited.
Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.
I will talk nonsense when I sleep, I will be in shock, and have a good dream.
Konakayama
He Zhu
Mei Xueying, this wandering path, has not melted yet. When the news of wheat straw came, the apricot tips turned red.
Every other year, I am satisfied with the water. Meditate for a long time, sit still and watch nothing.
Think back to Jiacheng. Multicolored mountain flutes are boiling, and the front edge cluster continues.
Circle, circle, bead, net, jade flower. The fragrance is unfamiliar, who fights with the spring breeze?
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Song qi
Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people.
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Summer:
Fang Xiajing
Zhou Bangyan
The wind makes the oriole grow up in spring, the summer rain makes the plums plump, and the dense noon trees give the ground a round shade.
Lying low near the mountain, wet clothes, total cost of baking fire.
People cry quietly and carefree, and outside the bridge, the new green sea water bumps and splashes.
For a long time, Huang Kuzhu Lu intended to go boating in Jiujiang.
Every year, like a club swallow, I wander the vast sea and send a repair rafter.
Don't think about the performance outside, or koEY spirit, always sit in front of the bottle.
I am tired and haggard, and I can't bear to listen to intense and complicated orchestral music.
At Song's banquet, a pillow was installed for me, so that I could sleep at will when I was drunk.
Yiwangsun wrote the following words
Jong Won Lee
Feng Pu hunted small ponds,
After the rain, the lotus flowers are fragrant.
The magic pumpkin is cold in ice and snow.
Bamboo square bed,
Needle and thread are unintentional, and dreams grow in the afternoon.
Qian Qiu Sui Xia Yong Jing
Xie Wuyi
The flowers of neem tree are floating and fragrant.
After the plum rain, the wind is surging.
Love is far away in Hunan, and dreams are around Wu Fengcui.
The piano and books are tired, and the partridge excites the south window to sleep.
No one sent the secret. Who should wash away hatred?
By the bamboo bank, in the sparse curtain.
The dust of song blows the fan, and the wind of dance blows.
After people dispersed, the sky was as light as water.
Autumn:
Klang Ganzhou
Liu Yong
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.
The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.
Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time?
If you want a beautiful woman to look at the building, you will miss it a few times and return to the boat.
Try to know me, lean on the dry place, carefree.
Water bag dance
fan zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
He Manzi Qiuchou
new shoots of bamboo from the old stump
Looking forward to the sudden scenery, the desolate treasure lingers.
Chuke is sentimental and resentful, and the mountains are far away.
I watched the grass wither in the sky and the anvil was sparse at night.
Yellow leaves fall without wind, and autumn clouds are often cloudy without rain.
If there is love in the sky, it will be old and difficult to ban.
Old love is like a dream, feeling nowhere to pursue.
Winter:
Qingping Le Niannian Li Xue
Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums.
Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Wumendong
Zhou Bangyan
The clouds are light and cloudy, the wind stirs up the cold, and the stream freezes at the beginning.
What's more, I heard that wild geese are open, dusk birds gather in bamboo, and listen to the snow on bamboo.
When the caveman was sad, it was sad to see the fragrant brothel and the red animal coal.
Nostalgia, at this point in the Old Testament, is precious and light.
Or, at the beginning of the pavilion, the beauty can be broken, and the warbler is like a dream, but the dream is like the warbler season.
Don't be bored, besides drinking with a stove, * * * Tan Yuefeng.
Yulan slow broken bridge remnant snow
careful
Looking for plum blossom information, holding the cuff whip in the cold dusk.
The crane is free, the moon is fragrant in Shui Ying, and the poem is cold and lonely.
Idle.
Cold is now warm, and looking at the city and royal water comes to the world.
Walong bamboo root is better, and the willow edge in the saddle is small.
Xuan Lang.
Half leaning on Wan Yun, lonely at night, reciting poems.
It is the place where drunken souls wake up, the second place to draw a bridge, and the third day of the month.
Donglan.
Someone walked on the jade, blaming the ice mud for wet brocade spots.
See also the blue sky turning green, which is related to Xie Chi Meng Cao.