Don du fu
A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion.
Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.
He's a writer.
2. Qingming
Dondum
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
author
Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river
the Tang Dynasty
Du Fu
It is common to see you at the home of the King of Qi.
Cui Tangjiu has heard it several times before.
It is the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.
When the flowers fell, I met you again.
Write people
Ancient poems describing spring
In spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-he Zhang-
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes of Hui Chong Riverside" is easy to know the east wind, and the four seasons are always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring"
I want to get wet with my clothes, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monks make flowers more colorful, but shallow grass can lose horseshoes. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprises the birds in the moon and sounds in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
Ancient poems describing summer
The next day, lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors-
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn
The setting sun is lonely, the autumn water is * * * the sky is one color-Tang Wang Bo's Preface to Autumn Knee Farewell, all trees are autumn, only the hills are shining-Tang Wang Ji's Wild Hope. Roll up my family's three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "The Hut is Blown by the Autumn Wind" red candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen and a small fan danced fireflies lightly. The day and night are as cool as water. I lie and watch the morning glory and Vega-Autumn Night by Tang Dumu, with blue sky and yellow leaves, autumn colors rippling and cold smoke curling up.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night-Bai Xuege Farewell to the Field-Attendant Wu Comes Home scattered salt in the air, but for catkins, Jin Daoyun's Ode to Snow, and Yanshan snowflakes as big as seats, one after another blew down Xuanyuantai-Tang Libai's North, a boat on the river, and a fisherman was in his wheat worm. Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Poems describing flowers
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home") Yan Chunwan did not return, and a misty rain chilled the apricot flowers. (Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion) People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. Wang Wei's bird watching flow. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. (A Gift for Wang Lun by Li Bai) Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow waters of Lu Hua. (Sikongshu's "Yi Shi in Jiangcun") The scattered flowers have passed the residual wax, so the garden will return to the Spring Festival. (Li Pin sees his friend off at the mouth of the lake) Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") In April, the south wind turned yellow, and the jujube flowers did not fall into the shade. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")