spring
Mountain light blows (some versions here are "photos"), water surrounds the corridor, and spring fragrance dances.
Good birds choose friends, and water is full.
Don't waste time, you can only study hard in life.
Reading has its own fun (yellow book engraving)
What is the pleasure of reading? The grass was not mowed in front of the green window.
The sun shines on the railing outside the main hall, and the running water flows around the promenade. People who came back from the cool shower bathed in the spring breeze, sent flowers and recited poems while walking. The bird that stopped on the branch is my friend who studied with me. Falling flowers floating on the water can inspire me to make wonderful articles. Don't waste time, reading is the best thing in life. What is the pleasure of reading? It's like the green grass grows to the window without cutting it off. Looking around, it is a thriving scene.
summer
Xiuzhu pressed the eaves of mulberry trees around, and the study was quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.
Cicadas sing trees during the day and fireflies fall into the forest at night.
Mr. and Mrs. Huang, who lie high in the north window, are only interested in reading.
The pleasure of reading is endless, and the lyre cultivates the wind.
Newly grown bamboo hangs under the eaves, and mulberry trees are planted around the house. My little study room is quiet and bright, shining with bright sunshine. The days are getting longer and longer. After reading the book, listen to cicadas chirping in the tree. When reading at night, snuff keeps falling and fireflies fly into the curtains. Just because I have always known the pleasure of reading, I lie leisurely under the window in the north, just like people in the ancient Xi era. Reading is fun, just like bathing in the warm south wind and playing a song with the lyre.
autumn
Last night, there was a noise in the leaves of the vestibule, and crickets were singing in the hedge.
I don't think there are sparse forests everywhere in business, and it's bleak and empty.
Being close to bed is short-lived, and reading is more useful.
Tao Tao, the joy of reading, the bright moon hanging high frost.
Last night, I heard leaves falling in front of the yard. The purple bean flowers on the fence are in full bloom and crickets are chirping. Unconsciously, vilen is full of the breath of autumn, and all kinds of natural sounds are deserted and bleak. Thanks to a low lamp beside the bed, reading with it is twice as good. The pleasure of reading is very pleasant, just like getting up and enjoying the moon on a high autumn night.
winter
When the wood falls into the water and thousands of rocks (some versions are "cliffs") dry up, I can see the real me.
Sitting on the wall facing Wei, singing snow at midnight.
I'm in a picture book with four walls.
Where can I find the pleasure of reading? Count the clubs.
Trees wither, rivers dry up and mountains wither; In this vast world, I saw the essence of "true self". I sat there, opened my book and began to read. The lights flashed and reflected on the wall, and the wall seemed to shake. I am reading aloud. It is snowing heavily outside. At midnight, my roof was covered with snow. In the stove on the ground, charcoal is burning and tea is being made in the pot. I read a book in a place full of books on the wall. Where can I find the pleasure of reading? In this cold and snowy world, look at those blooming plum blossoms, from which we can understand that heaven and earth breed the heart of everything.
Long song line/long song line
HanYueFu
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Please adopt it.