In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.
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 Song Shi's Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.
I want to get wet by clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -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
Lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors ―― Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Song Zhao Shi Xiu is an invitation.
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Trees in summer are lovely. -Close My Topic in Dark March.
Red and purple turned into dust, and with the rhyme of cuckoo's land tour ringing in early summer, summer began again.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn
The setting sun is lonely, and the autumn water is the same as the sky —— Preface to Autumn Palace by Don Wang Bo
All the trees are in autumn, only the hills and mountains are shining. -Don Yewang.
Autumn geese are always accompanied by the wind, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine —— Tang Li Bai's Farewell to the Minister at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
In August, the high wind roars, and my hair is three hairs —— Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage is Blown by the Autumn Wind"
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to pounce on fireflies. During the day, the night is as cold as water. I lie down and watch "Morning Glory and Weaving Stars-Autumn Night" by Don Mutu.
Blue Sky, Yellow Ye Qiu Waves and Cold Smoke —— Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter
Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Sprinkle salt in the air, but not catkins because of the wind-Xie Jin's snow poem.
Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow off the Xuanyuan Terrace one after another —— Tang Libai's Popular in the North.
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. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this uniform smallpox? -Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua".
Six flying flowers come into the room and sit and watch the bamboo become lovely branches —— On Snow by Don Gao Pian.
Poetry describing the natural landscape
Poems about the moon:
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. But Lu must be there, instead of teaching Xiuma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Wang Changling's "Out of the Plug"
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
Li Bai's Gulangyu
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
Liu Yuxi's Wang Dongting
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Wang Anshi went to Guazhou.
Poems about the sun:
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
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?
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard!