Spring is a good girl,
Water the seedlings when they are dry.
There is no water in the pond, you send water,
Spring is really nice.
Summer is a bad woman,
Don't water the seedlings when they are dry.
People are sweating,
Summer is really annoying!
Autumn is a health guard,
Check for yourself whether the leaves are broken.
Garbage is not left everywhere,
Autumn is really civilized.
Winter is a child,
Help us snow and play together.
We have a snowball fight, and you fight with us.
Winter is really fun!
Hope to adopt it in time!
2. Poems of the Four Seasons: self-created poems describing spring;
1, Hui Chong Chunjiang night scene
(Song) Su Shi
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
2. Jiang Nanchun
(Tang) Du Mu
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
In the Southern Dynasties, there were 480 temples.
3. Xiao Chun
(Tang) Meng Haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
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 a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
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
The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.
Step 3: Koike
(Song) Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
4. In the swimming pool
(Tang) Bai Juyi
The baby propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back.
Can't understand the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together.
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.
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.
3,
Autumn wind comes everywhere, and the rustling sends geese.
Lonely guests smell it first when they come to court.
-"Autumn Wind" Liu Yuxi
4. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
Clouds of cranes in the clear sky bring poetry to Bixiao.
-"Autumn Ci" Liu Yuxi
Ancient poems describing winter:
Jiang Xue 1
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
2. plum blossom
(Song) Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
3. The owner of Furong Mountain stays in the snow.
(Tang) Liu Changqing
The sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
4. There is a ray of green in the old bottle.
There is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
There is a feeling of snow in the dusk outside.
How about a glass of wine inside? ?
(Don Bai Juyi)
3. Put the ancient poems in spring, summer, autumn and winter by yourself. The full text is green, the spring breeze is green all night, and the rain in Mao Mao is a little red.
Warm, sleepless and prosperous. I wonder who wants to be with you? The beauty is gone. The west wind began to blow last night, which disturbed my mind. Every spring comes, I will have a good dream and stay in bed every night.
How can a cold lamp carry through the long night? A cup of bitter tea and two rolls of idle books are just waiting for the oblique light to shine through the door. When I go downstairs alone, I only see the fallen flowers piled up on the ground and sigh. Last night of next month can only be a memory! Yichuan tobacco is full of melancholy, and how much residual fragrance goes with the wind! Why don't you know the way in your dreams? How can you comfort Acacia? A light steed can take me home.
Holding hands with your lover and drinking wine from your hometown. Lonely lights and rainy nights are crazy, sweet words are long! Happy next stop? Yesterday, my good mood disappeared. Today, the gray sky fueled my gloomy mood. I am standing in the light rain, hoping that yesterday's time can throw me in the same place and find back the good memories that once belonged to you and me. Who knows that everything will die with the wind, only I am still standing in the same place, waiting for the warmth closest to my heart.
I have asked myself countless times: where will my happiness be? At the moment, all that remains is a long night's wait. I hope that long-awaited bus can take me to my dream goal. Who knows that when I boarded the late bus, I saw only a thousand lines of tears flowing down the window, and my eyes became blurred and familiar images appeared. However, when I suddenly turned around, my memory seemed to fall heavily on the ground and become blurred, only hearing a broken voice in my chest.
Looking at everything outside the window and looking up at the front, I heard a voice from my heart: Maybe the next stop is happiness? The rain outside the window is getting heavier! Two lines of tears fell on my face. Spring sighs the spring breeze, drizzle disturbs people, and cold light listens to the rain and sleeps all night.
The morning rain is gone forever, and the city is full of flowers. I miss acacia at night, and I have nowhere to find my joys and sorrows in my dreams. I wake up and break the West Garden.
People are disappointed, wandering in the air, how worried. Leaving this world is the most unbearable thing. People are haggard, empty tears, and wine into sorrow turns thousands of tears.
People are drunk, their hearts are broken, their feelings are hard to get rid of, but life is full of hardships, and Zhu Yan is allowed to change. Alone in the building, acacia turns into scattered rain.
Hold your hand tightly in the sea of people. I've looked for you thousands of times. I have always believed that as long as you wait quietly and patiently, you will come to me across the ocean with an innocent smile and give me the warmth of spring. Maybe it's God's will to let you and I meet in this winter. I will hold your hand tightly and won't let you slip away from my life. I will enjoy the warmth you give me. Since then, there is no cold blank in my world.
Because of you, even if the heavy snow blocks my sight, I won't lose my way. Because of you, I won't wander at the next intersection, bravely walk through the snow and don't think about a certain temperature. I want to hold your hand tightly, let the warmth spread through every pore of me, and drive away the cold in winter and loneliness in my heart.
Let snowflakes fall quietly in our world, leaving only your footprints in this pure and white world.
Spring hurts, water falls, and spring dies far away. I don't see pink and willow green, I only see falling flowers with tears.
Youth is fleeting, beauty is old, and everything is dust in the end. People are frustrated and empty, and only drink residual wine to solve thousands of worries.
Why are teenagers so sad? They can drink 3000 cups. Looking for a way, winter wind and snow meet early, and thousands of trees wither.
The cold wind disturbs pedestrians, and the cold winter is a sad day, but when it comes to parting, who sees the tears of fallen leaves as tears that leave people? Lonely geese fly south, who can solve the suffering of lovesickness? The north wind urges guests to cry, and the eyes are boundless. Snowflakes are flying, asking heaven where is the way home? Autumn wakes up drunk and drinks residual wine, while autumn winds sweep away residual flowers.
There are only a few people in the world in a hundred years. When I look back, my hair is full of flowers. Don't let the wind blow on the magpie bridge, and the autumn insects wail. How can you understand the sadness of the magpie bridge? This kind of farewell is the same every day across a river. Ropa's tea wipes your tears, silently cares about each other, and her eyes are hazy. How could he have the heart to turn around and just wish he could not be with you? The moon is low and foggy, who makes the autumn wind follow? Walking on the magpie wind, the bitter summer has gone, and it is another year of magpie bridge gathering. Holding your hand and growing old with your son, who can solve homesickness, a thousand tears become a falling rain. Countless people in the world, who dares to be so attached? See the bamboo shadow clearly, the world of mortals is gone, and listen to the breeze! Jiangnan people are all in the autumn rain, and they can't sleep on rainy nights. Human nature in the south of the Yangtze River is full of lust, but when they see how difficult the road is, they will never forget the people by the river in their dreams, blowing bamboo curtains and painting boats in the air. A few flowers fell with the water, leaving several storms in the air. Drunk beauty is accompanied by fog waiting for the weather to clear up, and beauty wears makeup to cover up her fatigue.
I saw you again in my dream last night. It turned out to be acacia! Untitled, the sun, the moon and the stars seem to know each other, and the beauty laughs and remembers. Ruthless is not like passionate suffering. I met you in countless dreams.
Say goodbye to drinking a thousand cups today. Can we meet again when the Ming Dynasty is gone? Keep drinking, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
4. Poetry about spring, summer, autumn and winter learned in primary school Spring: Xiao Chuntang Meng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Bai Juyi, a thatched cottage, crosses the plain and comes and goes with the seasons.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Xia: I saw a Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a yellow ox. His singing made Lin Yue sing.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. In the Southern Song Dynasty in Xiaochi, Yang Wanli's eyes were silent and precious, and the shade of trees shone on the water, loving sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in 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. Autumn: In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Vacation on the Mountain Thinking of My Shandong Brothers" was in a foreign land, and I missed my family more than ever during festivals.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu was far away from Hanshan, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi gave Liu Jingwen no rain cover, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum.
In good years, we must remember that winter is orange: there are no birds in the mountains of Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan, and there are no footprints in thousands of miles. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
In Yongmei in the Northern Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
A suggestion for my friend Liu Tang Bai Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .