There should be 30 poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter.

spring

one

Spring is coming and autumn is near, and bloom is in ruins.

Catkin falls like frost, apricot buds like chrysanthemum yellow.

Affectionate east wind hate, dreamless Xiao Yuehan.

Who deserves first frost if you don't look in the mirror alone?

Secondly,

Spring fragrance is near, and swallows are crazy.

As beautiful as flowers and jade, as smoke and willow.

Affectionate east wind warm, dreamless Xiao Yue kindness.

Drinking light wine alone makes you homesick.

Self-reconciliation

third

Spring comes to Jiangnan at the right moment, whispering under the eaves of Yanqi.

Yao Tao, Yan Xing, affectionate willow, clear water, green hills and endless mountains.

Tang Qian's wave shadow moves with the wind, and the charming eyebrows on the shore turn first.

Who borrows Dongfeng to draw a beautiful mandarin duck?

Fourth.

Spring comes to Jiangnan at the right moment, and flowers are blooming.

Peach blossoms are charming under the moon, and willow leaves pour water to make the river tide.

The east wind turns dark, and the lotus steps lightly move the painting pavilion.

With whom a pot of dream wine, infatuated with acacia knife.

Self-reconciliation

summer

one

In summer, the willows are dense, and the lotus leaves are waiting for the sky.

Cicadas are singing in the treetops, and fine smoke is caged in the lotus pond.

Lonely Lanting dream, sentimental jade fairy

Feel free to invite Yan under the eaves, hoping to make a note red.

Secondly,

Spring flowers have not disappeared, and autumn frost is still long.

Affectionate is a green willow, and countless mountains are pitiful.

The shepherd boy sings while riding a cow, and the cicada sings acacia.

Lift the hedge cup lightly and invite the sunset.

autumn

one

Qiu Feng is better than fire, and hate is like frost.

Yunfei Harley, Leng Yue looks at the cold window.

A lonely boat is far from the fire, but a bell in a wild temple is long.

The prodigal son doesn't want home.

Secondly,

Qiu Feng is better than fire, and the night is still like frost.

The sky is colorless and the moon is bright and fragrant.

Fishing in a lonely boat is close, and the clock in an ancient temple is long.

When the west wind rises, the prodigal son wants to return.

I wasn't sure which was better, so I sent it all out.

winter

one

Winter is cold and flowers are exhausted, and there are no green hills in the four seas.

Meixian 'ao is unique, and the breeze is bloom.

Xiao Yue's face is graceful, and snow helps fragrance.

Who said that snow has no fragrance, and the fragrance of snow is refreshing?

Secondly,

In early winter, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and one branch is alone.

The cold invasion is particularly conspicuous, and the heavy snow adds fragrance.

If you are not proud, you will be miserable.

Until the spring breeze, red tears sent xiaoxiang.