10 Ancient poems that are easy to remember and recite.

Spring.

Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi

The river is as red as fire at sunrise and as green as blue in spring.

Mountain temple listens to laurel in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watches the tide on the pillow.

Chun Xue Han Yu

There were no flowers in the Spring Festival, but grass buds were seen in early February.

When the snow comes in late spring, she wears the garden trees as flying flowers.

Early spring drizzle Han Yu

The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The most important thing is the benefits of a spring, which is definitely better than a willow.

Han Yu in late spring

Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.

Huayang Hubbard has no talent, but only knows how to make snowflakes fly all over the sky.

Xiao Chunmeng Haoran

In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

Chunyouhu Xufu

A pair of swallows, when did you fly back? The peach blossoms on the shore are dipped in water.

The spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin.

Du Mu, Jiang Nanchun's quatrains

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.

Bodhisattva Manweizhuang

Spring water is bluer than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.

People are like the moon, and the wrist is frozen with frost and snow.

summer

find

Yuan Mei [Qing]

The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.

I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up.

middle of summer

Fan Xun

It rains like a river in midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River.

Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus.

The first month of summer

Jia Lang [Tang]

In summer in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are planted like weaving.

Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.

Transparent small container

[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 a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago.

Xia Jing

[Ming] Zhu Zhanji

The scenery is cool at the beginning of rain and dew, and the jade waves ripple to draw a flat bridge.

Swallows wear curtains well, while idle gulls flood lightly.

The feeling of summer

[Song] Su Shunqin

In summer, the courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranate flowers are full of curtains.

It's noon now, under the shade of trees all over the ground, when I dream of a warbler, I make a sound.

Smell it.

Tang Dynasty

There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust, and the fog is thin and the wind is uneven.

Mo Wendao is always depressed when he hears this, and some are worried and some are not worried.

Summer is six words

Lu You [Song]

The stream rises and the breeze blows, and the moon sets all over the sky.

Several ships passed Pukou, and the flute sounded in front of the mountain.

Summer in the mountain pavilion

Gaopian

The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Xia Yu

Pei Du

Climbing upstairs to escape the midsummer, everything is dusty.

Thunder hits trees, and rain takes advantage of people in the street.

The eaves are sparse and cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and muddy.

After singing, the breeze rises and the lotus fragrance fills the neighborhood.

Autumn.

Autumn Ci: Yuxi, Liu Tang

Beautiful scenery, with frost at night, a few trees are dark red and light yellow.

Trying to get deep into the bone marrow is as crazy as spring.

Tang Zhangji of Qiu Si

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I long for a writer's book.

There is no fear in the hurry, and pedestrians are coming.

Qiuyue Song Chenghao

The clear stream flows over Bishantou, and the empty water is fresh in autumn.

The red dust is three miles, and the white clouds and red leaves are long.

Moon-watching stone in Mid-Autumn Festival

The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

"Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran

When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

Tang Du Mu in Autumn Night

Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Xing Shan Dumu

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.

winter

Xue Jiang

liu zongyuan

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak,

Fishing alone in a cold boat.

It snows at night

Bai Juyi

I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window lit up again.

Until it snows heavily at night, you can hear the sound of bamboo folding. "