How many flowers fall after a stormy night. He Biyu in Tang Dynasty is composed of ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging from a tree.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu knows when it will rain and when spring will come.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" Tang Bai Juyi's world was beautiful in April, and peach blossoms in Shanxi began to bloom.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. Second, the poem about summer "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu never dies, which poisons my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Bai Juyi was full of things and planted them for a while.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. "Miscellaneous Summer Pastoral" (I) Song Fan Chengda, Li Zijin apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Three, about the autumn poem "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Libai a bright moon hanging high in the capital, empty lanes.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
"Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's Jiangcheng was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and clear skies in Wan Li. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
The Nightingale on an Autumn Night Tang Guipo was born with autumn dew, but she was too thin to change clothes. The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Fourth, the poem "Jiang Xue" is about winter. There are no birds in the mountains of Zongyuan, Liu Tang, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
"Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
"Yongmei" Wang Song Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
"Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing a commentary. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
4 stories about spring+3 ancient poems about summer, autumn and winter 1. Poetry about spring
Dawn of spring
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Peach blossom in Dalinsi
Tang Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Second, poems about summer.
Summer night sigh
Don du fu
Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
North city is sad, storks fly.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
The first summer
Tang Bai Juyi
Xia Meng is rich in natural products, and it is good to plant it for a period of time.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass.
Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone.
After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless.
It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you.
More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early.
Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die.
Summer village's Miscellaneous Notes (I)
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Third, poems about autumn.
Midnight Qiu Ge
Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building
Tang Libai
In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.
The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.
Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.
Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?
Autumn serenade
Don
At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.
The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.
Fourth, poems about winter.
Jiang Xue.
Liutang Zongyuan
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 wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Biedongda
Don
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Yongmei.
Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
Xue Mei
Song Lu meipo
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
3. Poems describing spring are heard in the spring night 1, especially in the middle of the night.
It's nothing more than adding oil and vinegar, not all rivers and lakes. Ten years' hard work makes me feel lonely in my hometown.
Stick to a short dream, birds are singing outside the window. Listening to the rain on a spring night 2 Strange rain outside the window always drops banana.
Gradually, my voice became lonely. More educated youth should have a green wave.
I have been used to traveling alone for many years, and my hometown is far away. Spring is a thing (the three kingdoms couplet song thread). At the beginning of April in the solar calendar, the sun is shining, and the smoke from the kitchen is curled up, which is beautiful.
Butterflies turn purple and sunny, and birds are fragrant. Those who are late will be rewarded more, and idle clouds will fall into Pinghu.
There are also cherry trees in my hometown. Who knows how many years gu has been? Pear blossoms are full of snow and spring, and the powder fragrance reached the horizon last night. I feel sorry for you. I was slightly wet by the rain and accompanied by a blue shirt for a long time.
A tree breeze deceives the national color, and several moonlight screens. Now that I am in Dongzhu, I think of Iraqis like this flower.
The Book of Songs has been published in mid-spring, and Yang and Fang Congyang and He started: historical records of Qin Shihuang's spring warmth, Budeze in Yangchun, old saying of Han Yuefu, long songs, spring sunshine wind in Yuefu, three dances of Jin Baiqi, February and March in Yangchun, grass and water are the same color, old saying of Jin Yuefu, and the Spring Festival Evening is green and wild. Tun: Stay and gather.
In Peng Li Hukou written by Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, spring grass grows in the pond, and willow in the garden becomes songbirds: songbirds change species. Winter has gone and spring has come, and birds have changed.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool and Going Upstairs" made Chunzhou full of birds and birds, and made Chunzhou miscellaneous: the spring is full on the sandbar. Mixed English; All kinds of flowers.
Fangdian: rural areas. Xie Tiao, Liang of the Southern Dynasties, sent a message in "Going to Wangjing Town in the Evening", saying that it will be sunny in Los Angeles next year and return to Los Angeles: Luoyang City.
Windy days: spring scenery. Tao: Say.
The spring of Don Du Shen Yan was born in Beijing, white clouds and red clouds dawned from the sea, and spring was born on plum blossoms and wicker. I watched an oriole fly away in the warm wind, Haishu, and a piece of green water grass reflected by the sun: sunrise at sea.
Li Heliu in the wild in spring: Liu Mei crosses Jiang Lai, and spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Shu Qi: The warm breath of spring.
Turn green apple wave: turn green apple grass in water. The meaning of four sentences is: rosy clouds rise to the sea with the rising sun, plum blossoms and green willows take the other side of the spring river, yellow birds sing in warm spring, and sunshine makes apples green.
I don't know who cut out the details of Tang Du Shen Yan's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Early Spring Tour in Jinling". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tang and Zhang Zhi's "Singing Willow": "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of blue silk hang down. I don't know who to cut it for. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
The flowers in the forest are falling and the grass is still growing. In February, the lake was clear and everyone sang in spring. Tang Haoran's "Looking for Fragrance in Spring".
4. Describe the ancient poems in spring and summer. The main idea of the story is: The ancient poem Long Songs written by Han Yuefu, which is full of splendor. In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Yong was decorated with jasper as high as a tree, and ten thousand moss lines hung down.
I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The sky was crisp with rain and the grass was far and near.
The most important advantage is that a year's plan lies in spring, which is better than a willow. Tang Hanyu, the capital of Chun Xue, has no youth in the New Year, and grass buds appear in early February. Snow is too late for spring, so wear garden trees to make flying flowers. Stone "Two Scenes in the Late Spring River" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and Chunjiang is a duck prophet.
(2) an ancient poem describing summer, Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "About". It rains in Huangmei, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
In the early Song Dynasty, the quatrains in summer have turned red and purple, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon" The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.