Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring: "The sky is raining and crisp, and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. "
Chun Xue written by Tang Dongfang Qiu: "Chun Xue is full of air, and it is as touching as a flower. I don't know if the trees in the garden are really plums. "
Su Song Shunqin's "Crossing the Water": "In the shade of spring, weeds are green, and sometimes there are many flowers and a tree is bright. Under the ancient temple of the lonely boat at night, the wind and rain in Manchuria watch the tide. "
Song Zhao Shixiu's Moon Tour: "In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the chess pieces and die. "
Song Lu You's quatrain in early summer: "Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. Only when Sang Ma didn't do enough did I realize that I was a peaceful person. "
Tang Wang Changling's "Long Letter in Autumn" includes five poems: "Golden well, phoenix tree, yellow autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll frost at night. The smoked jade pillow has no color, and you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "
Poems of four seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter
spring
1, early spring: the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
-Han Yu's Early Spring
2. In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
3. The Silk River with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud beside the Jade Peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present.
-Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"
4. The spring garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall.
-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
5, helpless, I seem to know the return of Yan.
-Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
6. Early spring: I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
7, early spring: several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud.
-Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
8, even the sea level spring tide, the sea bright moon tide.
-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
9. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
10, Huayang is full, and Wendaolong crosses the five streams.
-Li Bai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao, and sent this. "
1 1, the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Boating a Boat with a Melon Boat"
12, an old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
-Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Modern poetry
spring
Midsummer, tranquility in autumn, cold in winter.
Not as good as the spring that gives birth to life.
Your lightness,
Your purity,
Your beauty,
Always in my heart.
My spring, the spring of my life.
Is the source of your hope,
You gave me the ignorance of youth.
I want to be a babbling child by your side,
I want to be a flying eagle.
Take a lifetime to understand your beauty,
Go for a walk in your green ocean.
The day after the curtain call in rainy season. I hope
It is the first rainbow after rain and the first cool place.
But I didn't bring anything in summer except the enthusiasm after the plum rain.
Summer only brings a group of noisy cicadas.
They climbed the tall trees and played against the eardrums.
They leaned against the green dead branches and then attracted a gust of wind.
After a while, it rained heavily, but the only audience who could sit still.
Is a patient and persistent old grandson.
It crawls and crawls in the auditorium every day in summer.
Don't leave me a shadow to store secrets and sadness.
Only at dusk can I release the fragrance of lotus flowers.
Imagine the road in autumn; Only in this short midfield
I'm waiting for the clear sky next season at Firefly Point.
Summer is coming.
Only the legends of summer have hope.
Autumn is gone, just as spring is thriving.
The last westerly wind swept all the roads.
The last sunset took away all the glory.
A horse quietly descended to a white hill.
The power of autumn transcends desolation.
Stop the flow of time and go through the old wound.
Life seems to be no longer life.
Good things are stripped of their fragrance.
Alive, but no longer emotional growth.
The withered and lush branches are unbearable.
The weight of a drop of autumn frost. A fragile place in the mind
One kind of sadness is approaching another.
Autumn dies, and the road widens.
The sky of flying birds is deep and long. In this season
Whoever is immature will always be young.
Those who drift with the wind will wander forever.
Even if happiness and pain have been squandered.
Life is the same as before.
In the most prominent part of autumn, passion is high.
Like an eagle, it breaks bones and feeds the soul.
Through the night of death, over the mountain of bones
Arrive at Dawn Square where flowers are in full bloom.
Autumn is gone, just as spring is thriving.
All dullness is reborn and sung in dullness.
Everyone was buried in the hope of resurrection.
Winter's face is cruel and turns into a kind of desperate sadness.
Through cold eyes
I am in rags and wandering barefoot on the frozen yellow land.
From one winter to another.
Snow is white, but the color of hope is buried.
And wandering is still looking for the surviving spring.
loaf about
Trembling behind him, he said many words.
They are about to lose their lives under the threat of the north wind.
High mood is the only temperature.
Used to resist the crusade of icy expression.