Ask for two ancient poems describing the four seasons.

1. Spring 1. Song Zhu Xi wins the day in spring and looks for the beautiful scenery on the waterfront, and the boundless scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blowing flowers open, thousands of purple, everywhere is the scene of spring. 2, Song Su Shi Hui Chong Chunjiang night scene two peach blossoms outside the bamboo three or two branches, Chunjiang plumbing duck prophet. The beach was full of wormwood, and the asparagus also began to sprout, and the puffer fish was about to swim against the current, from the sea back to the rivers. 3, Qiantang Lake Spring Tour Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple North Jiating West, the water level is low. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud? The colorful and colorful spring flowers will gradually charm people's eyes, the shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty of the east side of the west lake most, and I don't see enough, especially the white sand levee under the green yang liuyin. Second, the summer 1, "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu can never die, and the inflammation will poison my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind blows on my dress. Heaven comes out of Kazuki Watanabe musician, and Maolin is sparse. The bitter night in midsummer is short, and it is cool to open the porch. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather worm flies. There is no detail in things, and it is self-adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the frontier in poor years. Why do you wash and look at each other? Diao Dou was hit in the evening, and the noise was even ten thousand square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return home early. The north city is sad, and the stork is flying. When the situation is troublesome, it will make you tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. 2. In the Fan Chengda of Song Dynasty, plums ripened in the sunny window, and bamboo shoots under the wall became a forest. Even the rain doesn't know if spring will go, and summer will be deep when it is sunny. 3. Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen" lives in the city, and it is still clear in spring and summer. The grass is flooded by the rain, finally get the love of god, the rain is fine. Third, autumn 1, midnight Wu Ge Li Bai Qiu Ge a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!? 2, "Autumn Evening" Author: Du Mu silver candle Qiu Guang cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. The night in day order is as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and the weaver star. 3, autumn wind words Liu Che autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the vegetation falls in yellow and the geese return to the south. You have a beautiful orchid, a beautiful chrysanthemum, and a beautiful woman. You can't forget it. Pan-building ships help Fenhe River, and cross-flow waves. The flute and drum are singing and singing, and there are many joys and sorrows. When will you be young? Fourth, winter 1. In winter, Li Bai returned to the old mountain without washing and dyeing the dust, and returned to Fangcaoping. A vine path is green, and there are ten thousand snow peaks and sunny spots. The cold leaves are exhausted first, but the cold clouds are not. Tenderness invades the house, and ancient trees fall across the river. White dogs bark from the village, and moss grows on the wall. If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room. The birds nest in the wood, but the hedges make way for the beasts. Blowing the bed, the squirrel went away, and the fish was surprised. Wash the inkstone and repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-chastity. At this time, I will go again and go to Sanqing. 2, Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" has been stunned by the cold pillow, and the window is bright again. It was late at night to know that the snow was very large, because from time to time it could hear the sound of the bamboo branches folded. 3, Tang Liu Jia's "Bitter Cold", all springs are frozen, and I am more cold. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I feel covered with snow.